Unbroken

I hate you

Natasha always wondered what she did wrong why her dad never seemed to like her or why he favoured his godson over her.

Ever since she was a baby, she had lived in the attic of 12 grimmauld place, barely surviving of the scraps of food Sirius gave her.

He always told Natasha to call him " my lord " instead of father or dad.

Krecher looked after and raised her though, giving her a warm blanket or an awkward hug. All while harry james potter lived a life that should have been hers, basking in Sirius blacks warmth, Having a master bedroom to himself and getting more love she could ever dream off.

Often times when he would even brag to others about his scar and the way that he had gotten it, seemingly not caring about his parents death.

It was one morning when young 6 year old Natasha woke up one the cold mattress that lay on the hard surface of the ground, hugging her only blanket, trying to claim some warmth from it, that she remembered that her farther was sending her away to a boarding school in Russia.

The name of the school was something like "the red ballet academy for girls" or something. Of that sort.

Natasha knew some Russian but not enough to speak fluently, Her mother was Russian and she knew that much from the night were her father had gotten drunk and called her a red headed gold digger who was using him for money, what gold she was supposed to be digging often confused the young girl, before continuing his rant and saying that Natasha probably wasn't his kid, he even said that she looked nothing like him.

She remembers one night snapping back at him, telling him to close his mouth and keep his opinions to himself.

she also remembers Harry watching from we're he sat on the sofa gapping and his glasses shining.

Overcome with rage He stood up to hit her, raising his arm above who's head, but walburger her grandmother was watching from inside her painting started screaming, spitting words so fast no one could understand what she was saying, which distracted Sirius giving natasha just enough time and a chance to run to her bedroom in the attic.

(Bedroom)

(Timeskip)

A week later he decided to send her off to a boarding school in Russia, of corse of which harry was over the moon about this.

He stomped into the kitchen and yelled "your going to Russia tomorrow so pack"!

Natasha was happy at the thought of leaving the dreary building she had spent her whole life in, she without even thinking about it had run upstairs to her room, pass krecher and the portrait of her grandmother, dreaming about a happier life, one full of love and friendship all while running to her room.

To leave a parting gift she quickly wrote a letter to her father:

Sirius
I can see why everyone had thought you too be a murderer, your sick and twisted and blame others for your shortcomings. And honestly I'm not sure your my father either, because I'm not like you, I'm better and braver. And something I can promise you is this, I will never end up like you. Goodbye, Have a nice life with Harry, He deserves better than you to be honest.

Natasha romanoff (my mothers last name!)

She snuck downstairs and pressed the piece of folded up parchment into krechers hand. She had begged krecher to give it to Sirius after she left for the school next week.  

but for now, she went back upstairs and cuddled up on the cold mattress, pressing her blanket up to her face and tried to fall asleep

Fixed the chapter finally!!!
Did you see my new cover? How did you like it?
#memes of the day