Fallen Star (Harry Potter Love Story)

Chapter 9: Broken and a Long Night of Misery

(Soundtrack: Track 9:  Kiss It Better by He is We)

Harry's pov:

Leonardo flew in my open window and I welcomed him with a treat.
Let's see what Matilda has sent me today. I hope it's nothing bad...
'Dear Harry,
    It is with a heavy heart that I announce there was an accident. Before you freak out yes, I'm fine but there was a death.'
I read and my breath hitched. I saw the dots on the paper looked a if they were caused by tear drops.
'On June the 12 Coraline was driving me back to the orphanage after supper we had with her boyfriend and there was a drunk driver who had hit on her side. They didn't fin the body but they told me they didn't even have to to know that she didn't make it.
My sister is dead now, Harry. She's dead. I have nobody anymore. It will take me a while to get out of this small slump of depression but because of this I wish that you do understand that I may not be able to answer your mail. I apologize if I somehow offend you. I'm just having a rough time right now.
        Sincerely, Matilda Watson
Ps: I have no idea how long this will take to blow over so don't be surprised if I don't show up at Hogwarts this year.'

I stared at the letter not even being able to comprehend what had just happened.
I can't even imagine what she's going through right now. Who's going to adopt her? She was looking forward to her sister adopting her.
I looked up and saw that Leonardo had already flew away. She must not have thought I'd reply. She really is in a depression.
I would do anything just to be there with her right now and let her cry on my shoulder or hug her or she could even yell at me. I know she's blocking her feelings out. Oh Matilda......

(Sunday)

Matilda's pov:
  I looked at my attire in the mirror and a few tears rolled down my face.
I had just came back from the funeral that many had come to. 
As usual they had family sit on one side and friends on the other and I had many sympathetic looks sent to me from being the last of the family.
I was a bit disappointed to see not one Weasley or Hermione. I had already guessed that Harry wouldn't be able to come.
I heard knocks on my door, "Yes?" I asked sniffling.
"Matilda? Are you okay? I mean do you need anyone to talk to? Maybe you'd like some tea?" Alex asked thoughtfully.
"No thank you. I would very much like to be alone at the moment." I stated sniffling. I heard her walk away and I plopped onto my small bed, stuffing my head into the pillow and crying my heart out.
I rolled over and stared at the ceiling before letting sleep take over.
(In her dream)
"Come on, Coraline! This is our favorite song, remember?
   Whhoooaaa
WE'RE HALF WAY THERE
WHHOOOAAA
LIVIN' ON A PRAYER
TAKE MY HAND
WE'LL MAKE IT I SWEAR
WHOAA
LIVING ON A PRAYER!"
I laughed as me and Coraline sang our favorite song that played on the radio.
"I love that song!" Coraline giggled as she looked at me with a smile while she was driving.
"Me too." I smiled back but it was quickly wiped from my face as I saw headlights zooming closer by the second from out her window.
"CORALINE!!" I screamed. She turned around and screamed as well....
Darkness.
Beep......Beep.....Beep
"Ugh. What happened?" I asked groggily.
"Ah. Miss Watson. You're awake." A doctor said above me scribbling on a clipboard.
"What happened?" I repeated.
"You were in a wreck, Miss Watson. A drunk driver hit you. But we couldn't find the driver of the vehicle." The doctor said sympathetically.
"What?! But my sister was in there with me!" I yelled.
"I don't know what to tell you Miss Watson but I'm afraid we're all pretty positive that you're sister didn't make it. Wherever she is."
(End of dream)

The next few weeks were equally as horrible and it was as if Coraline died again everyday.
I began to quit eating. The beatings I would receive from Miss Truffle got worse but there wasn't a tear shed during the beatings. I didn't want to give her any satisfaction.
Many of the girls from the orphanage got adopted which left Alex, Natalie, three other girls, and me.
  Today is July 27. I received a letter from Errol and I'm about to open it.
'Dear Matilda,
    I'm very sorry about your loss a couple of weeks ago. I know how much she meant to you. My parents are very worried about you. You haven't been answering any of our letters. I know your getting them because Errol always comes back without the letter. Please answer us. Know that I'm here for you. We all are. I also wanted to invite you to the Quidditch World Cup in a week. It's going to be awesome and Harry and Hermione are coming too.
Please think about it, it will be an honor for us to have you. Plus mom says it will do you good to get out of that stuffy orphanage. Please think about it.
Sincerely,
              Ron Weasley
Ps. Is that lady still hurting you? She'd better hope she isn't.'
I smiled softly at the letter and wiped my eyes. Maybe I need to get away for a while.
The thing is that I've changed...A LOT.
I'm more quiet, my hair has grown longer, my lips are bit fuller, my face is a bit more sculpted, the bottoms of my hair are blonder and the top is a bit browner,  and I am skinnier than ever but in a bad way.
  I sat on my bed and got a piece of paper and a pencil and leaned down on a book to write.
'Dear Ron,
    I'm sorry for not responding. It's been some rough weeks and I don't even know how I managed this long. I also haven't really responded to Harry or Hermione that much either so please don't feel left out.
As of the moment I'm okay, I guess. What's done is done and I can't really go back in time for this one.
But on a less depressing note I would love to come with you to attend the Quidditch World Cup. It sounds like fun.
Thank you for inviting me. I'll see you then.
Sincerely,
                Matilda Watson
  Ps. Don't fret for me too dearly, for it's nothing I can't manage.'
I attached the letter to Errol's leg after giving him a treat and sent him off.
I watched him fly away over the building tops and I smiled, that is until I heard a crash from downstairs.
"MATILDAAA!" Alley Mae (five year old) yelled from downstairs.
Here we go again. I breathe in deeply and sighed as I prepared myself for what was surely going to be a long night indeed. A long night of misery.