Missing me?
Neville had packed his things, and had his bag at hand, he took at last look at the room where he had spent five years of his life in. But no one would know he wasn't there. He had nearly no friends, no teachers would remember him because he never answered anything in class, his mum sure as hell wouldn't, and his grandmother didn't want him. He prayed that if anyone remembered him they would forgive him.
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?"
He walked out the door, no one had ever had a crush on him. So he knew no one would be heart broken. Through he would've once liked to know that someone liked him. But it would never happen. When he left no one would cry for him, he knew, he was forgotten and alone.
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?
He entered the common, no one was there. He wouldn't be missed he knew this more than ever. With him leaving it would probably make things better somehow. People wouldn't have to read at the desks up the front of the library anymore since he wouldn't take up the one at the back now. There'd be more room on the train because he wouldn't be in a carriage anymore. He was insignificant, if he left nothing big would change. No one would wonder where he's gone.
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?
He knew the secrets of this school, but he would never tell them. No one who'd probably care away. His only friends were Hermione and Harry and they weren't even good friends they wouldn't remember him. Wouldn't they? No they wouldn't. They had more important things to think about than poor little Neville, like when Voldemort was going to strike and when they should start fighting back. He couldn't contribute to the fight anyway. He couldn't fight never could never will and that can't be changed any time soon.
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
Shudder deep and cry out:
"Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?"
Neville was outside now, right near the lake he threw his suitcase into the lake it sank down to the depths, they would never get it out again. The Mer people had probably rip it to pieces already anyway. He pulled out of his robes a knife, he cut the back of his arm and let the blood spill over the ground. Now he knew that even if no one remembered him that the land would. He was apart of it now.
And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
And wake without you there,
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something...
Then he stood at the edge of the lake, looked at the knife knowing that it would be his doing that would end his life. Then with up he brought the knife up to neck. He took a deep breath, and with a clean swipe he did. He slit his throat. His body fell into the lake, his blood stained the water, but not for long. The Mer people devoured his body and there was nothing left of Neville Longbottom.
"Isn't something missing?
The new day rose and nothing seemed different threw anyone's eyes, just another day at Hogwarts......
Isn't someone missing me?