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Isn't Someone Missing Me? by holly bergman
Chapter 1 : Missing
 
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Disclaimer: The song ‘Missing’ was composed by Amy Lee, Ben Moody, David Hodges from the band Evanescence and I used the lyrics in this fic. Also, I am not the wonderful Joanne Rowling. Therefore, I do not own Harry Potter.

Author’s Note: This is my first attempt at a song fic so please be as critical as you can with the reviews. Not all the lyrics are in here because they don’t really fit in with the story. It is a little short, sorry.
Evanescence is an awesome band that I like almost as much as I like Harry Potter. Their album and live concert DVD (last track is ‘Missing’) is excellent!





Harry’s scar burned as though he had pressed Aunt Petunia’s iron on his forehead. It had been doing that again since he had left Hogwarts so he wasn’t surprised. He was alone in the living room, sitting on the couch and thinking. The Dursley’s were asleep and for that he was very grateful. They had refused, point black to let Hermione and Ron within a ten metre radius of the house. A screaming match had followed his best friends’ departure and after that followed the loneliest days of Harry’s life. Harry looked at the cloak hanging on the wall. He’d be seventeen thirty seconds and then he could leave the place that was supposed to be his home…but wasn’t. Harry grimaced. He was privately determined that the clock had slowed down just to spite him. He wanted to leave now but he had to wait until he was seventeen. The enchantment that protected him was more of a curse now that Harry thought on it. The Dursley probably wouldn’t even notice that he was gone…Second thoughts, they’d notice immediately and be over the moon about it.



Please, please forgive me,
But I won’t be home again.
Maybe someday you’ll have woke up,
And, barely conscious, you’ll say to no one:
"Isn’t something missing? "

You won’t cry for my absence, I know…
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant?
Am I so insignificant?
Isn’t something missing?
Isn’t someone missing me?




Twenty seconds to go…

Harry wondered if they cared that was going on a perilous quest and, in all likelihood, would probably die before he could finish his eighteenth birthday.

Ten seconds to go…

Surely, Aunt Petunia cared a little. She was his mother’s sister after all. Wasn’t there something that she didn’t hate or fear about him? Had there ever been a time when she looked at him as something other than a freak or a nuisance?

Five seconds to go…

Don’t be stupid Harry, said a small voice in his head. They’ll probably send Voldemort a thank you card when he’s done with you.

But they’re supposed to be my family, said another voice rather sadly.

Your family died, remember?



Even though I’d be sacrificed,
You won’t try for me, not now.
Though I’d die to know you love me,
I’m all alone.
Isn’t someone missing me?




One second to go…

Maybe they will miss me. Maybe if I finish my task they won’t hate me so much.

Harry shook his head. What was he thinking? He’d be lucky if the Dursley so much as remembered his name.



And if I bleed, I’ll bleed,
Knowing you don’t care.




The clock chimed loudly. Harry got up and levitated his trunk to follow him as he left. He cast one last glance at number four, Privet Drive before he vanished in a double-decker, purple bus.

*


That morning, Aunt Petunia knocked at Harry door.

“Get up boy!” she snapped.

No one answered. Aunt Petunia frowned.

“Harry?” she called, a little more delicately.

Aunt Petunia pursed her lips when again, there was no reply. Slowly, as though worried she’d encounter a pet dragon inside Harry’s room, Aunt Petunia opened the door and entered the bedroom. There was no one there. Harry’s bed had been settled and his trunk was gone…but he had left something back.

It was a photo album.

Aunt Petunia hesitated before turning the first page of the album and found herself face to face with her little sister. Aunt Petunia’s mouth became the thinnest of thin lines as she turned each page and saw Lily Evans…and sometimes Lily Potter…smiling and waving at her. She had a feeling that Harry hadn’t just forgotten this album when she saw the last photo. It wasn’t Lily or her good for nothing husband. It was Harry and the boy and girl who had wanted to stay in their house. They were happy and smiling outside the walls of that ‘freak’ school. Aunt Petunia closed the album briskly and tried to pretend that she did not miss her sister and her nephew.



Isn’t something missing?
Isn’t someone missing me?


~*~

To Mum...because you were braver than Lily.




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