Gryffindor in Narnia

ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟚
~ the birthday surprise ~

⋘ ──── 𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔞 ──── ⋙

Here it is. The dreadful day. I can't believe I'm spending it trapped in this hell hole. This unbreakable cage in the place I was meant to call my home.

My birthday. 31st October, on Halloween night.

I had to thank my lucky stars that it fell on a Friday. Lessons typically ended earlier on Fridays. It was the one day a week I could hide from Tom in my dorm room earlier. Even if I was dealt with a harsh punishment the next time I saw him.

I had to attempt to drag myself out of bed. As usual, there was nobody in the room except for me, Everyone would wake up and avoid me. And that's how I liked it.

Yet, I couldn't help but feel disappointed. Had they forgotten my birthday? What am I thinking, of course they had. There was no way that people who didn't give two hippogriff shits would remember a shitty day such as this one. 15 years ago, a nightmare was born. 15 years ago, my parents were hunted out of their houses for having me. 15 years ago, everything went to hell for everybody around me.

After all, that's what I am. Bad luck. There's no other way to see it. It was also the day that she left. The day that left a hole in dad's heart, only to be filled by his auror duties. It didn't matter that he would be home for dinner. Most of the day - and nights - would be spent patrolling around the wizarding world, catching bad guys and what not.

We might've seemed like the perfect family, but we were the exact opposite. With a raging workaholic for a father, and a mentally ill slag of a daughter, our family might as well have gone to the dumps if the spot wasn't taken by the Lovegoods.

I sighed to myself as I dragged my feet to the bathroom, brushing my teeth lazily as I awaited the day's events. My body was still aching from the previous night. The previous night of torture and rape. At this point, I have no idea if it's even considered rape. I would willingly take off my clothes for him, and I wouldn't even say no.

Maybe I am a slag. I deserve that title. The Slag of Gryffindor. It is fitting for me. According the my subconscious, and the daily reminders from the gossiping students in the hallways as I walk pass.

I couldn't imagine any way to spend my birthday this year other than to be thrown insults behind my back and attempting to run away from the sneaky fangs of Tom's anger and frustration. We weren't getting any closer to uncovering the secrets of the wizarding world Nymphs.

⋘ ──── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──── ⋙

When I imagined turning 15, I didn't think I would spend the day thrashing around in a bloody rucksack, screaming at the perpetrators to rot in hell and leave me alone. I didn't think I would be tied up to a chair by the Gryffindor quidditch team, surveilled by Professor Slughorn and Professor Dumbledore.

Of course, I didn't think I would be having an off day either, what with all the merry torture and stuff. Note the sarcasm.

Lionell was the first one to speak up. "Look Nattie, we know that something's up. There's something more than you're showing behind your new personality."

"Yeah. You've been avoiding us since what happened over the summer, and Drea told us about the first of September." Margerie added.

"It's impossible that you're acting like this out of your own will." Kingsley mumbled in his typical deep voice.

"So we've decided to go to the professors for help." Christian pointed to the two professors in the room.

I couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh. "Look at all of you, acting like you actually give a damn about me." I pouted mockingly at them. "Let's all look like true Gryffindors by helping poor little Natalia into a stable state of mind."