What's a Riddle?

Neville

| Warning: This chapter has a mention of a panic attack. If you're sensitive to this either read with caution, or go to the next chapter. I know every panic attack is different for everyone. But based on my own experience with panic attacks. I told what it feels like for me. This isn't mean to trigger anyone in anyway. If you want to find another book to read. That's fine. |

      While admiring my plants, I felt someone grab me by the arm, and drag me away. I couldn't see what the person looked like, because they had a hood over their head. "Excuse me! Who are you?" The person didn't answer, but they dragged me the forbidden forest. Before I knew it I felt a pain in the back of my head, and then I passed out.
    I woke up tied to the trunk of a tree with a splitting headache. Once I got my eyes back into focus, I saw this talk figure in a black cloak standing in front of me holding a wand. "Who the fuck are you?" "That's none of your concern." The voice sounded familiar while I was struggling with the rope keeping my hands together. "Show your face!" The person removed their hood, and gave me a cold threatening stare. I knew who this was...this is the new kid. "Wait! You're the new kid!" "In a way, yes." "Why did you tie me up here?" "Because I have business to attend to." "What business?!" He grabbed my head, and pulled it back. "The business of you and the rest of those Gryffindor fucks going to the Ministry. Don't you dare think you'll win. One wrong move, and who knows what will happen." "Why do you care what we do?" He starred deep into my eyes, and gave me a sinister smile. "Because I don't want anymore trouble at this school. Every time you get yourself involved with you know who. Everything goes to shit. So I suggest you be careful what you, and the rest of your pathetic friends do. Are we completely understanding?" I shook my head yes, and he let go of my head. "And if you dare tell anyone this took place. I'll deal with you the way my father told me to take care of things. The same things he told me to do with someone close to you." "What are you talking about?" "I don't think you need to worry about that Neville. Just keep your mouth shut, and be careful. Would hate it if something tragic happened."
He casted a spell that undid the rope around me, and walked away not saying another word. This new guy is interesting. I feel like he has more power than anyone else in the school. I can tell he's done things in his past, and he doesn't fear anything in life. He and I are two very different people.
    I could hear some things in the forest, and I ran back inside the school. While running I was met with Harry, Hermione, Luna, Ginny, Ron, Fred, George, and Roxanne. "Why are you running?" Ron asked. "I'm just trying to get to my room before curfew." "Well. It's only the afternoon, and we wanted to tell you that you're coming with us." Hermione spoke. "Yes. I know." "Why not get some rest Neville. You look stressed." Luna said in her soft tone. "That's a great idea. What time are we going to the Ministry?" "Around five in the afternoon we're getting on the train. And we should be there around six." "Great. Now I need to get some rest. Bye!" I ran through them, and into the Gryffindor common room trying to control my breathing. I could feel the air slowly leave my lungs, and my panic attack sheers through my body. I could feel my body trembling, and I could feel my legs going numb. It felt like I was slowly falling underneath the ground, and I had no line to climb back to the top. And then all of sudden I could feel my legs work again. I could feel my lungs take in air, and I could feel the line gripping onto my hands. I need medication for these panic attacks. They get out of control.