Birthdays. What a pathetic excuses to celebrate. Everyone is used to the term meaning a day of happiness, where they receive gifts upon gifts and being surrounded by family that actually puts an effort forth for their child. For Me? Birthdays never seemed to be any different from any other day, like the day before and the day that is to come, I would sit alone in my room, staring off into the dark ceiling, as the silence would surround me. I would get a little nudge in my stomach when I hear creaking on the stairs, giving myself hope that it may be one of my parents remembering that on this day 16 years ago they gave birth to their only heir. Every single time, I would hear the footsteps walk right past my room, sometimes one of their faces would appear sticking in to sneer at me and tell me "Get of your lazy arse and actually do something useful with your time." I guess I have managed to numb myself against them, not that they mind, they created in their mind the perfect son, one that sends fear into others, and doesn't even need them to pay attention to him.
Maybe if I was born during the school year, things may have been a bit different. Although I highly doubt that would have happened. I spent the last 5 years of my education with a group of Slytherins, that if you had nothing to offer that day, you were placed to the back of their mind. So on my birthday, of which they find no reason to use my strength or brutality to their advantage today, spend it alone without a notion from any of them. Not that I would expect anything different from them, I am the same way, but to look over at Wood when he wakes up on his cursed day of birth and makes his way to his Gryffindor table, vomit and hatred seem to rise up on me. Why does he get to be appreciated when all that boy is, is just a bloody wanker? But of course he is considered the pretty boy of the Gryffindor house, and also Mr. Great Quidditch Keeper. And what am I? To the students at Hogwarts and to my parents, I am worth less then anyone's attention… even on my birthday.
I Guess I should just learn to accept it, and move on with everything else in my life. Like many of the things I have learned while growing up, this isn't ever going to change, and little do I deserve for it to be any different.
Authors Note:I dont know why, but I have to make Marcus seem like a troubled child, I cant admit that he is evil only cause he is a slytherin, that wont work for me :]
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