A History of SlytherinAngelo
The first meeting between 🦡Roger (@hphm-roger) and 🐍Angelo.
As unimaginable as it could be for Angelo, that morning had been a peaceful for him, from the moment he woke up to the last class of the day, care of the magical creatures, he had not been bothered by anyone, which really left him surprised, even after five years, whenever he arrived somewhere, some looked at him with contempt, the rumors involving the name of his family would always chase him, but that morning was different, everyone simply ignored his presence, as if he wasn't there.
When walking back to the castle, Angelo was reading his copy of ''Plagues and Evil caused by Dark Arts by Nilcetthy Gravadus', but his path was blocked by a group of students.
"Now, now, now, look, Sean, it's Lancaster." Said the boy with large front teeth and big ears that made him look like a rat.
"That's right, Ozie." Sebastian Anguslow, his brown hair was more rebellious and his brown eyes looked at Angelo with a provocative look, which he always did when Gryffindor was about to do something with Slytherin.
"Leave me alone, Anguslow. I already have too many problems to have to deal with you."
"What are you reading, Lancaster?" With a false and exaggerated tone of interest.
"It is none of your business." Said Angel trying to keep going to the castle, but when he did, Sebastian pulled the book out of his hand. "Give me back my book."
"Plagues and Evil caused by Dark Arts..." Sebastian read the cover of the book and smiled devilishly. "A book of darkness, eh Lancaster? Are you trying to improve yourself in the dark arts, are you trying to replace your brother on his mission?"
"Don't you talk about my brother like that, Anguslow!" Angelo gave him a cold, dangerous look. "Now return my book."
Sebastian pulled his wand out of his pocket and threw the book up, pointing his wand at the book he ordered "diffindo", as soon as the spell hit Angelo's book it was detailed, the torn leaves spread across the grass and the torn cover fell off in front of the boy with turquoise locks.
Angel quickly pulled his wand out of his pocket, but before he could react, he was disarmed by one of the boys, and Sebastian hit him with the "flipendo" throwing him over a bush that lined the path back to the castle. The boys started laughing and hurried towards the castle, before Angelo had a chance to compose himself and fight back.
Standing up again, he bent down and picked up the torn book cover, with a broad wave, he ordered "Reparo" so the torn pages of the book rose up into the air and clung to the book again. With the book back to normal, the Slytherin boy hugged him and ran out towards the boathouse, he usually went there when he needed to be alone.
As soon as he entered, he locked the door, feeling the anger exploding inside his chest, however, the anger turned into sadness, he leaned his head against the glass feeling his eyes were taken by the tears that streamed down his cheeks.
"Why do they hate me?" Angelo asked, covering his mouth with his hand to stifle his crying. "I… never did anything… why doesn't he leave me alone?"
The Slytherin was so immersed in his negative feelings, wondering why those idiots hated him so much, that he did not notice that he was not alone in the boathouse, a black figure who was crouching down behind a few crates moved to drop some crates. He quickly turned around, pointing his wand at the source of the noise, he was in no mood for any more fun.
"Get out slowly, or I'll turn you into a worm." Angelo threatened with a cold voice and a deadly look. "Now."
The hidden figure stood up and turned around, he was a Hufflepuff student, his black hair was straight, with a fringe that fell over his forehead, his brown eyes looked with shyness and a little fear. It was Roger Lopez, he knew the boy from Hufflepuff's classes.
"Lopez, what are you doing here?" Angelo asked with hostility and without lowering his wand. "I'm not in the mood for jokes, so you better not tease me."
"I… I don't…" Roger stammered, holding his arms close to his body. "I would do it."
In fact Lopez had never been rude to him, in fact the few times they had to do anything in class, he treated Angelo with the utmost respect. He had no reason to be aggressive with Hufflepuff, sighing he put his wand in his pocket.
"What are you doing here?" Angelo asked taking a deep breath to calm down and keep the tears out.
"A… bowtruckle of the class was lost and… and… I followed you here, I was… looking for him under those crates when you entered…" Roger looked very shy and hesitated before proceeding. "You are crying?"
"What?" The surprise of finding Roger there, made him forget that his face was stained by the trail of tears, he quickly looked away, hurrying to dry the tears with his tie.
"You… You were crying, weren't you?"
"This is none of your business, Lopez!" Angelo hissed those words like a snake, warning someone to stay away. "It is nobody's business..."
"Sorry…" said Roger, flinching a little.
Seeing Hufflepuff's attitude, Slytherin noticed that he had gone too far, had no reason to be rude to Roger, since he was always friendly to him. Feeling ashamed of his behavior, Angelo crossed his arms and turned to avoid contact with the other boy.
"I'm sorry, it's not your fault…" he said in a broken voice. "It is the fault of that Gryffindor idiots…"
"Gryffindor...?" He Roger took a few steps towards Angelo, standing side by side with him. "What… what Gryffindors?"
"Anguslow and his friends…" Angelo frowned, feeling the anger exploding in his chest again. "Why doesn't he just leave me alone? I hate them all."
"Oh… I… I… can I ask… why?" Roger still looked very hesitant, but he also seemed to want to help in some way. "Whats wrong?"
Angelo couldn't help look at Roger in surprise, this was the first time anyone had asked him that.
"They… he… think I'm studying… dark magic, but I'm not…" Angelo felt his eyes well up with tears, that had already become extremely irritating, that situation had already crossed all the limits, he could no longer hide his frustration, his anger and his sadness, so the tears started flowing again. "I'm tired of being judged for what I'm not, for what I didn't do, I didn't ask to be born half-veela, nor did my father run away, much less that Jay got involved with the Vaults… I just wanted to be a boy with a normal life..." He clenched his fists so hard that his joints went white and his nails hurt his palm, but he didn't care about that now. "Am I really such a bad person?"
Tears flowed like raindrops against the window.
"They always insulted me, offended me, assaulted me, because of this stupid rumors about my father, and my brother's idiot just made it worse… I don't need them… they abandoned me, everyone abandoned me! I didn't want that… it's horrible to feel lonely and abandoned all the time... like it's worth nothing to anyone. When you've been alone for so long you start to wonder if your life really makes sense, if your existence means anything to anyone, you asked me if I die at this moment... would someone be sad? Would someone miss me? "
The young man with bicolor hair covered his face with his hands crying in tears. Angelo had been keeping these frustrations for years in his heart, at first he thought that if he buried them as deeply as he could, they would not bother him, but the truth that the more he buried such feelings, the more it seemed that was eating away at him. inside. Until that moment everything was coming out, at once, like an avalanche that I couldn't control.
Unexpectedly, he felt his arms close around him, when he opened his eyes, flooded with tears, saw that Roger hugging him, a thin and subtle line of tears trickled down his cheeks and without hesitation the Hufflepuff said:
"I would miss you… I would be very sad… Angelo, I don't hate you…" Roger hugged him even tighter. "I can't stop rumors from spreading about you, but you're not alone anymore… I'm with you…"
For a minute Slytherin didn't know how to react, he was paralyzed in that place, with Roger hugging him. The words of the black-haired boy seemed to echo through Angelo's mind like the chime of a bell.
Roger didn't hate him… and would miss him if he died…
It was like a little spark, lighting a little flame of hope in your heart, it was a feeling that I hadn't felt for a long time.
"No… don't make a fool of me, Lopez, or…"
"No, I'm not… I would really miss you, our classes… it wouldn't be the same without you…" Roger said in a voice so soft, as if he were trying to calm an angry beast. "I'm on your side, Angelo."
That was too much for Angelo, he couldn't take it, he hugged Roger crying on Hufflepuff's shoulder, he wasn't used to someone saying that kind of thing to him. For a few shelves, the two young men stayed there, while Angelo cried, Roger comforted him patiently. It was something new for Slytherin, he could feel the genuine affection, a feeling he will just discover he missed very much, the last person to be affectionate with him had been his mother, before she passed away, since then, he had to follow life alone, without any show of affection, feeling that made his heart beat and believe that all was not completely lost.
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It seems that Angelo has finally found a friend with whom he can tell his problems. Finally, Angel found someone who doesn't hate him.
