Jamie was woken up by the sun that came through a dusty window. She groaned and rolled over, making no attempt to get up. Jamie's head throbbed from her crying last night. She felt empty, like there was no reason to get up. She closed her eyes, and drifted back to sleep. She awoke later when Sirius gave her a shake.
"Are you getting up anytime today?" He asked. Jamie kept her eyes down, unable to look at the man that she had caused so much pain unintentionally.
"No." She murmured, twisting away from him and shutting her eyes. She heard him sigh in frustration, and stormed out of the room. Jamie sighed, and tried to sleep again.
The next few days passed in a haze; Jamie drifted in and out of sleep, never making any move to get out of bed. There was no light left in the world. Her eyes lost their spark and she looked as though she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. Sirius's expression went from angry, to anxious, and on the third day, afraid. She lay facing towards the window, staring blankly at the dust particles that danced in and out of the strips of light. Sirius opened the door quietly; Jamie made no attempt to look up at him. He came over to her, holding a tray.
"Jamie, you have to eat something... It's been three days." He said softly, as if afraid to upset her. She held out a hand towards the light, watching as the warm rays fell across her pale fingers.
"I'm not hungry." She said, sounding distant.
Sirius sighed, and placed the tray on the table next to her, crossing back across the room and shutting the door with a click as he exited the room. Jamie looked at the food blankly, rolled to face away from it, and falling into a dreamless sleep.
She woke then next day, as someone sat down on her bed. She looked over her shoulder, expecting to see Sirius; but instead Dumbledore sat there, looking at her with concern.
She sighed, and lay her head back down, facing away from him.
"Jamie, it's time to get up." He said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Jamie said nothing in return, closing her eyes and wishing he would leave her be.
"Jamie." He said gently, shaking her shoulder gently.
"Why?" Jamie said, tears springing up in her eyes.
"Because, you need to move on. It's not your fault... what your father did to your mother... you can't blame yourself."
"Why not?" She choked out.
"I'm a mistake... I was never wanted. My mother killed herself to get away from me." She sobbed.
He squeezed her gently.
"Jamie, she didn't kill herself because she hated you, she killed herself because of the horrible things that happened to her."
"I hate him." She choked out, clenching her teeth in anger.
"I know Jamie..."
"He expects me to lie down for him, like a dog. I would rather die." She spat, sitting up, shaking in anger. Dumbledore put a hand to her back to steady her. They sat in silence for a few moments as Jamie calmed down from her sudden anger.
"Jamie..." Dumbledore said softly.
"You are loved... by Molly and Arthur. They are very worried about you.. they sent you these." Dumbledore pulled out two letters, and set them on the bed. He smiled, and pulled out five other letters.
"These... on the other hand; are from various brothers."
"Do they know?" Jamie asked, wondering about her adopted family for the first time in three days.
