you was born is a misshaped family, word was spread that you had some reptile blood in you, you were labeled the reptile boy.. your parents were wizard’s, and witches both raising you on there own.. they seemed strict, only because they loved you. nobody truly knows if your adopted, or some sort of magic happened at your birth..

it was your 6th year in hogwarts, almost everyday felt boring too you. your hopes were high in seeing these “dementor’s” everyone were so afraid of.. lord voldemort would’ve loved you. most never really knew you, they never wanted to. you were a strange being to everyone who attended hogwarts.. although nobody really knew your secret, you tend to only show your true colours when a certain smell occurs, unknownst to it.—

professor snape, was a found potions artist. nobody ever was allowed to control the potions, his mind was wired to know how to control these mixtures.. you sat in his class in the back, listening well to the instructions from the book correctly until something disgusting hit your nostrils.. your skin started to form into a bumpy rough road, scales forming, your eyes quickly split turning a solid yellow.. breathing seemed more fluid, seeing you change you had quickly ran out from his classroom, a small tail grew slowly, but painfully out from above your tail bone right through your pant’s uniform..

Quickly vanishing into the bathroom’s, as your thin fingers clawed at your snake-like face..

“Reptile boy..” your voice slithered like a snake itself, as your tongue split into 2 ways helping your words as you spoke..