You and your close friend Mattheo sat together at a party in the Slytherin common room. Drunk enough to open up things you haven't told anyone. You end up telling him about your anxiety and how the events of your past got to you.

"Y'know I care about you. Right? You can always come to me or Theodore, Pansy or even Tom." He said thoughtfully. He cups his hand over yours, taking the fire whiskey from your grasp.

This was the moment you realized you were just some sad sob story. You're alive.