⚠️mentions of panic attacks and bad thoughts ahead⚠️

I rushed off to find pansy and Theo as fast as I could and when I did I held onto pansy for dear life.

"What's the matter, what's got you so spooked and clingy?" She whispered

"I.....I'm not sure I can say" I said softly

"It's alright to tell me" she said softly pulling me aside away from Theo

Tears filled my eyes as I hugged her to my, I was shorter than her so my head wasn't exactly level with hers.

"I thought he was going to hit me, I got scared and I ran" i said softly

"Who Matteo?" She whispered

"Yes, he pulled me to the side after class and was cross with me so cross and he raised his hands in frustration but I thought he was about to hit me" i said

"Being cross with you gives him no right to scare you like that" she said softly

"I think he knows about my parents and what they did to me" i whispered

"Well even bigger reason he shouldn't have done that" she hissed

"Hey love what's the matter?" Theo asked as he wrapped an arm around me

"Nothing important I promise" I said and kissed his cheek leaning into him

"Well I have an idea after class if you'd join me" he said

"I'd love to" i said

"Alright class pay close attention I won't repeat myself" the professor said as he began his lesson

The class seemed to take forever as I was waiting for Theo's surprise after class. I was getting antsy and I knew that if I got too emotional my wolf my surface and Theo had no idea about it. Should I tell him, only three people close to me know about it. Draco, pansy and Matteo but the teachers or professors know and Dumbledore knows. But Theo, blaze, Tom and Enzo don't know and what if they find out, what if they hate me for it. In a moment of weakness I let my guard down and I think Matteo could read my thoughts again. Only cause he looked at me less cross and more sympathetically then before. I brushed it off and tried closing my thoughts off again but I wasn't sure if it was successful or not. I knew only two people who could read minds and that was Tom riddle and Matteo riddle both related of course. They could also speak Parseltongue which was also a gift of mine too, the gift of speaking to snakes I suppose it's both a gift and a curse. Because the wizarding world finds you evil if you can well if you have the ability and are born with it. It's not a learned ability that's for sure you have to be born with it in order to speak it, which is why people find it as an evil trait. Maybe that's what my parents believe, that I'm evil because i was given the ability to speak parseltongue, i can't believe this.
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I remember the first time I spoke to a snake and they understood me, of course i was really young and i didn't understand what was happening. I was around four or five when it occurred, and now that i think back this is when the beatings began, is this why only because of my birth abilities. Me and my parents were going to the muggle zoo to see god knows what, or why they took the occasion to take me, but now that I think back on it. They took me to see only certain animals and they talked to few people, but one person in particular that bugged me. If i thought hard enough I remember a little boy with the person he seemed infatuated with the snake exhibit and so i decided to look as well. When i understood the snake I giggled and the boy then turned towards me with a smile on his face.

"You can hear them too?" He asked

"I can, can you?" I asked to which he nodded with a grin

I remember my parents gasping in horror or something like that as my mother swept me off my feet and held me closer to her as she eyed the man and his son. I can't remember clearly who the father was but that boy looks so familiar to me, then it hit me, i know that little boy now. That little boy was Matteo fucking riddle, he knew me this entire time he knew me then again i did to, but I hardly remembered the boy. Why could i speak parseltongue when my parents couldn't, hell Harry Potter can speak it only because of what happened with Voldemort and him nearly getting killed. Why does everyone praise him for being who he is, but we or us others are forced to be looked down on as if were nothing. I felt my anger rising as my claws dug into my palm of my hands i closed my eyes feeling them changing colors, as pansy grabbed me and lead me out of the classroom. I leaned on a wall and panted unable to hear anyone or anything except feeling these strong emotions.

"Trinity breath or you'll shift here" she said but it sounded far

I gripped the wall and couldn't breath, was i shifting or was this a panic attack i couldn't tell, but who could help me. Draco wasn't in this class with me and pansy, but i didn't know what to do, my mind screamed for help but my voice made no sound. I was screaming for help and my body wanted to give way as i tried to breath, i was clawing at my legs trying to breath. I was causing blood to drip down my legs this was my doing, but as i felt like screaming when i couldn't someone's arms wrapped around my waist and i finally screamed. I thrashed in their arms as tears fell down my face, but they held my hands so i couldn't hurt myself anymore.

"Breath trinity, you need to breath for me" they whispered whoever they were

"I....Can't" i managed to say

Suddenly i was lifted off the ground and was being carried somewhere as the person ran i gripped onto them tightly for dear life.

"Air, i need air" I cried

"I know love, but you need to try and focus first, focus on the sound of my voice, take a deep breath in and out for me" they said

I knew that voice, that voice was soothing and familiar, i took deep breaths in and out when they finally dropped to the ground me in their embrace.