The Renegade Witch

Belinda's Background

BELINDAS POV

I always expected to be in Slytherin, my family are proud Slytherins. The thought of disappointment traced my mind and the frowns on my parents face kept on dancing within my mind. I tried to be optimistic about the chance of something new, Gryffindor house, I tried to hold back my tears and the feeling of not living up to my parents expectations as i am meant to be happy. I feel like I don't even know myself anymore, I always took pride in my 'slytherin' traits and overlooked the potential of being in any other house. Karma right?

Drena seems nice but I have a lot to accomplish. I can't have friends overshadow me and I can't let my guard down, dad says that is what weakness is. I'm not weak. I want to be the best witch and I will be, anyone who gets in my way I will happily throw under the muggle bus. I not going to get attached to anyone, I have to act like I don't care and that will kill me inside but if I care I have more to lose.

"Oh yes. Drena I'm so excited to start I just need to get my rest and then we can discover the wonders of Hogwarts" I replied trying to hide my inner disappointment

She smiled at me and I wished I was as positive as her about the sorting. She looked so happy and I felt like my whole world had just fell and crumbled in front of me. I can't breathe, I feel like all the castle walls are closing in on me but it's not, I'm just regretting the letter I have to send Mum and dad, I can just picture their expressions and the burden they will think I am. I admit I had always thought of Gryffindor as special maybe because of the prestigious name the golden trio had given it and the many other witches and wizards too.

The Head girl for Gryffindor lead us to the Gryffindor common room, I still hadn't gotten over that they hadn't changed the fat lady. I would have put facial recognition on there to stop the threat of other houses pranking us. The common room was truly beautiful, the crimson red wall paper and matching furniture was truly magnificent. The fire was roaring like a lion and the amber flames gave a comforting home like feel to the room. I felt most happy in that moment, I forgot all the stigma with my family and decided that it's my life and if the sorting hat had put me in here then so what?

I was in a dorm with Drena, she was so excited for us,  also in the dorm was another girl called Evelyn. Evelyn was very pretty she was extremely shy, this was all new to her, Evelyn doesn't come from a magic background, she has muggle parents. I felt bad for her in a way but also envied her at the same time, she had no pressure from her parents and she was just discovering was she is.

I was in the bed that was closest to the window. The curtains weren't fully drawn, there was a slither of curtain that didn't fit into place and the light came through blinding me. I didn't want to sleep though, I couldn't sleep all that was on my mind was the disappointment of my parents and everyone that I was in contact with. I decided to write down my ideas in a little journal my parents had given me. I guess that writing had always kept my mind of the problems in my day to day life, if I just imagine this utopia where everything is perfect than I can escape the nightmare that is my life.

Dear diary,( or journal, I don't really know what this is)

what a whirlwind this day has been, my mind is crawling with thoughts and I can't sleep. I'm scared or what my parents will think of me, they don't usually Acknowledge me at home they just come to me when they need something or want to moan at me because they have problems. I'm the escape goat and I'm just this punching bag that they punch when I've been a muggle.

Well I'm sorry Mum and Dad, apparently my whole 11 years of my life have been an utter lie, I'm not a Slytherin like you once hoped I would be, I'm a Gryffindor. I'm just a burden to you and your family. I will try and Be a good student and get grades that are close to Hermiones but I'm not promising anything because I know I'm a disappointment.

But...

Maybe there is a chance of something positive happening, I mean miracles happen and maybe this is just a miracle in disguise. I mean everything happens for some peculiar reason, right? Maybe me being in Gryffindor is the 'push' that makes me a better person.

Mum and Dad, I don't want to have a high job in the ministry, that is your dream not mine, I want to explore! I want to be a teacher at Hogwarts or maybe somewhere else, I hear that America is beautiful and the wizarding world is very accepting there. I'm just scared of everything that could happen if I break free from these chains.

Mum and Dad, I don't want to marry someone who is pure blood I want to marry someone who loves me for me. Is that so hard to believe? Yes you are strict but if I know you then there is one ounce of love for me and that once of love should guide you and help you accept my decisions.

I'm sorry.

Belinda Marine

I felt a ton better after that, my head was swirling with horrible thoughts but I feel better about everything. I went to sign my name in cursive to make it 'official' but it vanished. My heart sank and I played statues for a good minute until I realised what it was. I felt so bad and my breathing intensified and I was in a state of shock. I couldn't stop crying and my pillow became drained with tears. I tried to use the reversal spell but nothing worked. I got up and my feet was so cold due to the stone floors, I reached under Drena's pillow to try and find her textbook on spells, this was advanced spells and I tried to find any hope at reversing what I had just done. Nothing was showing up I even tried 'accio spells' but I know that I was just being stupid, I o jks this think straight. My tears leaked onto the textbook making the ink leak, the textbook looked old it was handwritten out with a quill. I put it down whispered 'wingardium Leviosa' to levitate it to Drena's bed side table.

The diary or journal is a 'portal journal' which sends messages to parents without the use of owls, after our owl got lost and sent our mail to the Marina family in Australia. I was mortified.

The portal journal glowed and at this point I know it wasn't good.

Miss Belinda Marine,

We need to talk. We will have the house elf set a meeting with the headteacher.

Mr and Mrs Marine

Well they seemed happier than normal, probably because they got rid of me. I felt so cold that they didn't even address me probably like 'Belinda' or ' Daughter' and they just put and formal ending 'mr and mrs marine'. How upset I was.

END OF BELINDAS POV