The Evil child

11. Make Them Match.

It's been two days since the awful interview and all the whispered and stares are nonstop. I'm headed to my room now to sleep and dream I'm anywhere else but here. I'm walking down the hall and suddenly when I turned the corner and bumped into someone.

"I'm so-" her voice stopped. I looked up to see Hermione. "Oh." She said. My eyes remained wide and I got myself to my feet. "That was my fault." I blurted. She nodded and looked down as she sped off. She barely looked me in the eye. I felt my chest tightening. Not again. I stepped into the nearest classroom and luckily it was empty. I fell to the floor and placed my hands on top of my head.

I tried to control myself but I've never been good at stopping a panic attack. "Aria?" I heard a voice and looked up to see Draco. "Leave me-" I couldn't finish when I felt my cheeks were wet and my vision became blurry. I moved my hands to my chest. "Try to-" he started and I could see he had knelt down.

"I've tried everything!" I cried out. "Aria I know this is about everyone knowing but I don't care. Remember I knew before everyone else. I don't care. I know what they don't. Riddle is a name. You're not a Riddle. You're a bloody mazing." Draco was trying to make me feel less hurt by what everyone is saying about me.

"I can't-" I sobbed out. I felt him grab my hands but didn't really see anything. I was barely awake I think. "Keep your eyes open." He said but it sounded distant. "I-I'm gonna p-" I felt myself go limp. "No wait hang on Aria!" He said urgently. I felt him place my hand on his chest.

"Listen to my heart. Feel that?" He said calmer. I felt his steady heart beat. He took my other hand on my heart which was rapidly beating. "Make them match. Please. Come on. At least try." Draco pleaded. I forced my eyes open felt my heart beat slowly begin to match his And with my heart beat my breathing cake back.

His hands were still holding mine to our chest. "It worked." I breathed out and smiled a thank you to Draco. "You okay?" He asked letting my hands go and sitting in front of me. I nodded. "They all hate me. Harry, Ron, Hermione, everyone knows and everyone hates me." I said frustrated.

"I don't hate you." He blurted. I smiled. "You're the only one." I added. "No. They just don't understand yet. They will. You have a new name, doesn't change you." Draco said softly. I smiled. "I can't go back out there. They all stare at me." I said not wanting to keep having these attacks.

"Bloody hell with them. They don't know you so bloody hell with them. Talk to your bloody stupid friends. I hate them, but if you care about they're opinions then go talk to them. Harry is in your common room." Draco said standing and holding his hand out for me.

I smiled and laughed a little. I took a his hand and stood up. "If you ever can't breathe or think you can't do something think of this. I know you can, because you're the smartest, kindest, most honest witch I've ever met. Aria Riddle you're the best person I know." Draco finished.

I felt a tear slip down my cheek. "Thank you Draco. I'm so sorry I ever left you alone." I blurted and before I could stop myself. I hugged my friend and he hugged me back. "Go tell that Potter who you really are." He said. I nodded and we broke apart. I needed that.

I rushed off to talk to Harry.

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I walked into the the common room to see Harry Potter looking at a paper. "Harry." I announced myself. He turned to me. "Ze- I mean Aria. Hello." He corrected himself. All my confidence washed away. "What's that?" I blurted not sure what else to say. "It's an article about us." He answered. I walked closer and I saw him tense. "I can't ignore this." I sighed out.

"I'm Aria Riddle. My dad is Tom Riddle. I'm the daughter of Lord Voldemort. I came here under a fake name to learn magic. Not to scheme about you and your friends. I'm still the same girl. I'm not evil. I'm just me. Harry I don't want you thinking I'm some evil mastermind. I'm just bloody me and I hate that I can't talk to any of you anymore because of this stupid name I was cursed with. I know you feel hurt and betrayed. I'm sorry. I didn't want you to assume what everyone's already assumed. I love your friendship. I love all of you so much. I'm sorry okay. I'm just sorry." I finished the ramble.

Harry nodded. "I know you're not like him. You've had so many chances to hurt me but you've always helped me. You even helped me against your father during our second year. I'm just hurt you didn't trust me enough to tell me the truth." He said. I felt relived. "I'm sorry." Was all I could mumble out. He nodded. "I know. I still want to be your friend Aria. I don't care about your name. I'll talk to Hermione. I'm sure she'll understand too." He said making me smile.

"Do they hate me?" I asked. "Hermione doesn't. She's just as confused as I am. Ron, I haven't really talked to him. He thinks I did this to myself. He thinks I put my own name in the goblet of fire. He hates me." Harry caught me up.

I nodded. "He'll come to his senses. I know you don't want this. I know I don't. I'm almost positive about who did this but I need proof first. I know Peter is behind this all." I said walking over to him. He looked like he was about to ask me something when I saw the paper he was holding.

"She called me mini Voldemort?" I felt my stomach squeeze. Harry nodded and crumbled the paper up and threw it away. "She's crazy." He said kindly. I smiled. "Did she ever say you were fourteen?" I asked. He smiled. "She said I was twelve." He laughed. I joined in. Suddenly the fire made a noise and we both looked to see a face in it.

"Sirius?"