Screams Never Heard
Chapter 3: A Letter Explained It All

A/N: Sorry it ran a little late, but I put in loads of work. I won't be able to update until Saturday AT LEAST. Also, thanks to all those who've reviewed so far! Especially 'whoa' AKA Arianne or clickherequick. Thanks so much! I hope you all enjoy, please review!

Disclaimer: If I owned the Harry Potter series, I would not have written this the way I did.

WARNING: DEPRESSING AND MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND ABUSE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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Sitting in the Great Hall one morning a week later, an owl came in to me with a fairly large, square package.

My dad wrote a note at the top saying:

Dear Luna,
I was looking through a pile of junk when I found this wooden box of your mother's. An envelope taped on was addressed to you.
Sincerely,
Dad

After reading his note, I decided to run the box up to my dorm and hide it to open later.

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Now, to say I was a model student was way overstating it. I was just... There. No one noticed me- only Neville, Ginny, and Professor McGonagall.

So when I was distracted all day, it went unacknowledged.Good for me, I though sarcastically.

And then, when I skipped dinner, everyone overlooked it.

But the distance was comfortable. And very welcoming. More so than any awkward silence I would endure with anyone and everyone.

So, while I was comfortably alone in my dormitory, I opened my package.

Inside was my mother's dark, mahogany jewellery box. Whenever I remembered it, it would have a glass rectangle on top, with a stained glass pattern of blue, purple, and green flowers.

But over the glass rectangle was a thick envelope with my name written in my mother's small, cramped hand writing.

Luna

I split it open neatly, as Mum had taught me years ago.

She had written a fairly long letter inside.

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My dear Luna,
If you are reading this, I suspect I have 'kicked the bucket', as some Muggles say.

I left this because I am trying the Living Nightmare spell. It is easily mispronounced, and the effects can be lethal.

My sweet Luna, I want you to get this when it is appropriate, for it may explain much and fill any gaps.

I'm sorry, armour*, for my death. I guess I shouldn't do this, but I...

Luna, mon** Cherie***, I go into this knowing of my death. And I hold out, mon armour, because you are the only thing that is bearable from life. All I have is you... And your father recently crossed the line so as to a point where not even you could fix it.

Cherie, he has recently sunk so low as to physically abusing me. I wish you could have a better life, and maybe my passing will knock your father to his senses, to loving you like I do.

Live for me, Luna, for I cannot live for myself.

I love you, Luna. More than anything.

I may have been a horrible mother. I was never cut out fir motherhood, but I was blessed with you and-

And now I'm giving you up.

I love you, mon armour.

Will I have done enough to give you a good life? Did I leave a good mark? Was it enough?

I hope.

My love for Muggle sings has a reason, Luna. It is for us.

For there is a line in 'When You're Gone' by an artist called 'Avril Lavigne' that songs:

When you walk away
I count the steps that you take

I hope that as I leave, my numbered steps can be counted and followed. That I am always close enough to assist you.

I am always there, Cherie. And I am forever in sorrow.

I love you with all my heart,

Je t'aime****,

Love from all my heart,

Lucie Poppy Lovegood

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I started crying. I was so torn between my emotions. Anger, happiness, sadness, bitterness.

It was horrid.

I laughed weakly at my mother's signature. Normal, cursive 'Lucie' with the 'i' dotted by a heart. Then, a cursive, capital 'P' with a cursive 'oppy' in the loop. My favourite part was the Lovegood. She drew a big heart and would write, in cursive, 'Love' inside. Connecting to the 'Love' on he outside was a cursive 'good'. It was just... Mum's.

Then I just cried. Out of bitterness, out of gladness, out of anger, out if sorrow.

I was feeling everything a girl could at once. Even jealousy!

Anger- she left me, she basically committed suicide, Father was abusing her

Bitterness- she made me like this because wanted to die, sheselfishly left me alone in the world

Gladness- she would always love me, I have a piece of her, she apologised, I had closure

Jealousy- she got out and Ican't.

And then the sorrow took over. She was truly gone, and I was as good as parent less with how horrible Father is.

I started sobbing. Too much, it was all too much. Overload, overwhelmed...

After it all soaked in, I took the jewellery box and letter, and went to a room on the seventh floor across from the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.

The room was my favourite room of every room ever. No one else ever came in, so it was very private.

The walls were bookshelves full of every book imaginable- Muggle fiction to Wizarding history to Shakespeare Muggle plays.

On the floor was a low bed pushed into the corner holding a few quilts and pillows. There was a table in the centre with quills, ink bottles, blank leather-bound journals, candles, and other miscellaneous things.

Often, in this past week, I would disappear here, when I felt a melt down coming on, or was particularly hurt or something.

I sat on the bed, cross legged, and balanced the box across my lap, setting the letter next to me.

I bit my lip, nervous of what Mum might have left I the box. I was also excited- I mean, who wouldn't be? Your dead mother left you her treasured, mysterious jewellery box and a letter. What could be in the box?

Taking a deep breath, I unlatched the lock, easing the lid up slowly, patiently.

And I soon became winded, sitting as though Stunned, looking in at what Mum left for me.

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* French for 'love'
** French for 'my'
*** French for 'dear'
**** French for 'I love you'

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-Marine