Fallen Star (Harry Potter Love Story)

Chapter 10: Protect me from the monster inside my 'home'

(Soundtrack: Track 10: Roots by Imagine Dragons)

If you're wondering about the picture, that's what Matilda looks like now. Sorry about slow updates...

I sat down beside my bed, my arm still being tied to the bottom leg of the bed.
Three days ago I burnt the toast and the toaster caught on fire but I quickly put a towel over it and the flames died down. It was an accident. The toaster didn't even beep!
Anyway the fire alarm went off and a guy from the next building came and turned it off.
Apparently it embarrassed Miss Truffle deeply. She tied my arm to the leg of the bed so I was forced to sit and not move around as she beat me.
She hasn't fed me and quite frankly I think I will die here in just a few days.....maybe even hours.
*BANG BANG BANG*
Miss Truffle came swaying into the room with a broken bottle in her hand and a sinister smile on her face.
I cringed a bit and then sniffed, "Are you gonna kill me?" I asked chuckling a bit in my madness.
"Oh I'm not gonna kill but by the time I'm finished with you your going to be wishing you were dead." She growled continuing to smirk as she stalked towards me.
This made me laugh a bit, "Oh Miss Truffle. I've been wishing I was dead for a long time..."

Harry's pov:

"Where is she?" I asked running my hands through my hair.
"I don't know. She sent me a letter saying she'd be here." Ron defended.
"Ron. That was two days ago! What could've happened?!" I exclaimed.
"You don't think-"
"I don't know but I can feel that something's not right here." I said as we paced his kitchen. They picked me up from the Dursley's a few hours ago and I was shocked to not see Matilda here.
"Harry. I don't feel good about this." Ron whimpered slightly.
"Me either, I think it's time we tell your-" I was cut off by an owl running into my head.
"Ow!" I said rubbing it an looking down to see the Leonardo flapping his wings about madly.
"It's Leonardo." Ron said happily.
I took the note from his leg and it was a small ripped up paper that read one simple word.
'Help'
"We gotta tell your parents. This is bad." I said staring at the paper helplessly.
"Mum! Dad!" Ron yelled.
We ran to the living room where we expected them to be.
"What is it?" Mrs Weasley asked. Soon the twins were in there too.
"It's about Matilda! She's in trouble!" Ron yelled.
(After explaining)
Mrs Weasley was crying and Mr Weasley was trying to comfort her.
"We've gotta go. NOW. Ron, Harry. Get in the car." Mr Weasley said.
"Yes sir." I said.
" Let's go." He growled running out the door and grabbing the keys on his way.
We all ran out to the car and told him the address and we fled there as fast as we could.

No ones pov:

The Weasley's and Harry burst through the window of what appeared to be the living room.
Mr Weasley had made the car invisible and parked it on the roof.
They all cringed as they saw the busted and blood covered bottle in the hands of the passed out Miss Truffle.
It was night and nearly everyone had went to sleep.
"You must be the people coming to save Matilda! She said you were coming! Please save her! Miss Truffle nailed her door shut and starved her and beat her sir. She should be dead by now!" Alex exclaimed standing up from where she was at the kitchen table with tears in her eyes she had a black eye from trying to tell Miss Truffle to stop beating her.
"It's all going to be okay. Just show us her room and go to bed. We'll take care of her and I'll call someone to get you girls tomorrow." Mr Weasley said and she nodded running down the hall to the last door on her right.
There was wooden boards nailed into the door to keep people out and to keep her in.
"Expelliamus!" Mr Weasley said just as Alex ran back to her room.
The Weasley's and Harry ran in and Harry flipped the light switch quickly and they all three nearly screamed at what they found.
They found Matilda laying sprawled out by the foot of her bed with her arm tied to the leg and a puddle of blood around her now tiny frame.
"What did she do to you?" Harry asked falling to his knees and cutting the rope from her small hands.
"Dear God. Matilda- Matilda dearie-wake up-" Mr Weasley yelled slapping her face.
He put his hands on her not harmed wrist for the other had horrible rope mark that was to the point of bleeding, "She's alive still. Ron pack her things. We've got to get her back to the burrow." Mr Weasley said urgently and did a spell to swaddle her in her blanket to stop the bleeding and keep her warm.
He picked her up as if she weighed as much as a feather and by the looks of it that's all she weighed. She looks so DIFFERENT!
It's scary how different she looks! Harry didn't even know she could get any hotter but here she goes surprising him like she always does.
"Harry! Come on!" Ron yelled grabbing Harry's arm and rolling a black trunk as he handed Harry a large chest.
They all managed to get back to the car and Matilda was laid on Harry's lap.
Harry held her head in his lap and he traced his fingertips over her newly sculpted features, lightly. He blushed as he outlined her plump lips.
How long does it take for someone to turn 14?!
Ron smirked secretly shipping them in his mind as he turned back around and face the front.
"Once we get to the burrow we have to lay her down on the couch and fix her injuries. I don't expect her to wake up until tomorrow if not later. I just wished she would've informed us." Mr Weasley said glumly lightly hitting his wrist upon the top of the steering wheel.
Harry frowned looking back at Matilda's face. He should've told someone. This is technically his fault. Depending on how it's interpreted.
This was no time to feel bad for himself.
After they landed they got to the burrow Harry ran through the front door with Matilda in his arms. Mrs Weasley quickly stood from her chair and he saw she already prepared the couch and had put some medical stuff beside it.
"This way dearie. Lay her down gently- there we go." Mrs Weasley cooed and rubbed Matilda's sweaty head.
"She's running a fever." She announced at the same time Mr Weasley had motioned for the twins to go to their room and go to bed for it was late.
"We've got to unwrap these blankets." She said and Harry and Ron got right on that.
"Now Arthur get her out of that shirt. We've got to fix that wound." Mrs Weasley announced as she ran to fetch the bowl of water and a wash cloth.
Mr Weasley took the girls shirt off gently trying not to hurt her too badly.
They were all relieved to see she had on a tanktop underneath. As always. Me and Mrs Weasley wouldn't have minded considering they've seen their fare share of bellies having as many kids as they do but there were two teenage boys in the room and-well-you get it.
Mrs Weasley pulled her tanktop up and revealed a round shape gash in her stomach with blood still pouring from it.
"Ron. Towel," she said and Ron gave her the towel which she folded and created a pad to lay on Matilda's stomach. She put pressure on it and the bleeding seized after ten minutes or so.
"Her fevers nearly broke. I'll rinse the wash cloth here and get it more cold. You two can go to bed if you'd like. Her pressures stabilized." Mrs Weasley said standing up and putting the cloth in the bucket of water. Mr Weasley already left for work being as how he works at night.
"I'll stay up." Harry said.
"Come on Harry. You need some sleep. She'll be here tomorrow." Ron egged.
Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes suddenly realizing how tired he was.
"Mrs Weasley, Are you staying up?" Harry asked.
"She's going to be fine Harry. I'm sleeping in that recliner right there. Quite frankly I sleep there more than in my own bed. Very comfy. No need to worry. She's fine as of right now. Go to bed." Mrs Weasley chuckled. Harry nodded reluctantly and walked upstairs behind Ron.