The story of how Tiergan met Salazar. Professor Binns does not approve.

Tiergan Odd was born more than a thousand years ago in the northern parts of Ireland to a family with a long history as advisors. Anyone and everyone they would provide with logical predictions of their situations and although it was not their intention, more often than not the Odds got paid handsomely for it. It was something of a tradition in the family to start training their children very early, so as to develop their forseeing and calculative abilities, and most children caught on quickly and excelled in advising by the time they were expected to take over the family business.

This is where Tiergan was a bit of an exception. Despite him being just as bright as was typical of the Odd offspring, there was something that made him different. His parents used to fondly call him adventurer because even from the very tender age he used to crawl, walk and run around their house and estate in exploration of new things. He loved it the most when he found a new way of getting into this or that room, prided himself – in a rather adorable eight-year-old way – on never panicking when he got lost and finding his way back by himself.

Being from a family somewhat richer than usual – although by no means bathing in gold – and having a task of family business succession laid on his shoulders meant that Tiergan never really got to see or play with other children. He didn’t mind all that much, preferring to not be interrupted in his little adventures. That is, until he met Salazar.

Salazar Slytherin was a boy of eight, born into the wealthiest family in Ireland. It was that family that one late autumn requested the services of the Odd family in a matter that did not concern Tiergan all that much, although it did have something to do with marriage. What Tiergan was indeed very interested in was the scrawny boy nearly his age that arrived with the business.

One afternoon, Tiergan was walking around the corridors on the second floor, knocking on walls to see whether there was another opening somewhere. It wasn’t as fun now as it used to be because he managed to find almost everything, but there still were surprises awaiting him now and then, when the house decided to reveal another of its secrets. Tiergan was just about to turn a corner when someone run out and bumped into him hard enough that he went sprawling on the floor. Looking up, he found Salazar staring down at him with frantic eyes and flushed cheeks, obviously in distress.


“Are you well?” they both asked at the same time even as Salazar offered his hand to help Tiergan up.

“Quite alright, thank you,” Tiergan said, touching gingerly at his forehead where it had connected with Salazar’s. “Are you?”

Salazar ducked his head down, eyes scattering nervously around. “I- I may require help.” Tiergan distantly noticed the tentative way in which those words were said, as if Salazar wasn’t used to saying them.

Tiergan’s eyes lit up with excitement. Maybe this could be an adventure? “I can help,” he said earnestly. “What happened?”

Cheeks flushing harder, Salazar stayed quiet.

“I can’t help if I don’t know what happened,” Tiergan explained rationally, giving Salazar an expectant look.

“I lost my mother’s wand,” Salazar whispered, “I borrowed it even though she told me not to and I dropped it and it fell out of the window. I looked below it, but there’s nothing there.” Salazar’s voice bore signs of tears.

“Which window?” Tiergan said, already recalling every information he had about his home.

“Down the hall?” Salazar sniffled and pointed behind himself.

“Show me,” Tiergan said and off they went, down the hall, to the room that belonged to Salazar for the time-being, and there to the window. Tiergan smiled knowingly and Salazar gave him a bewildered look.

“What are you smiling for?” Salazar asked indignantly, thinking that Tiergan was laughing at him. “You must remember who my parents are.”

Tiergan’s face kept the smile, although in his mind he made a note of those words, just as his advisor training required him to. “I smile because I know why you didn’t find your mother’s wand on the ground. And I know where it is.”

Salazar’s angered face turned into one of awe. “Where is it?”

Pushing a chair closer to the window, Tiergan motioned Salazar up and got himself another chair. Looking down, Tiergan explained: “Can you see how the air changes there? Like waves on a lake?”

Salazar nodded. The air was rippling in one place as if there was a mighty fire burning below it.

“It’s like a pocket. Whatever falls down this window stays in it.”

“Can we get it back?”

“Of course. We just need to get to the room below this one.”

Salazar’s face flooded with relief. They both jumped onto the floor and took off to the first floor. It was a bit dangerous, Tiergan supposed as he held onto Salazar’s coat when Salazar leaned out to touch the pocket and retrieve the wand.


“Thank you,” Salazar said, a little out of breath. “If you ever need anything, I shall help you.”

Tiegan could tell the word were learnt, but he smiled and accepted anyway.

A few days after that the Slytherin family left and three months after that Tiergan’s parents were offered a wonderful deal in England and the Odd family gathered its possessions and left Ireland. Tiergan hadn’t seen Salazar again. That is, until the time of Hogwarts.