AN
Ok, this is a songfic of 'Missing' by Evanescence. I don't own HP or Evanescence.
Missing
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Haley Jane Potter sat in the window of her huge, empty bedroom. All the rooms were the same size in this damned house, but her room could easily be mistaken for a servants, holding only a straight-backed wood chair by the window, an old, wooden child's cot, a worn down old baby blue wardrobe that had long since faded to grey, and a rickety bed with sheets so old that spikes of plastic tore the soft skin of the girl who lay in it every night. All of this furniture was standing, squashed together, in one corner, making the huge room look even larger.
She hated it.
At that moment, she was curled up in the window, hugging her tiny frame and sobbing bitterly. She had just received her Hogwarts letter, and had immediately raced down the stairs, intent on showing her parents the miraculous letter. She had sprinted through the kitchen, knock Dibby, Blink and the family cat Paws flying as she race towards the garden, where her parents and brother were. She had reached the conservatory door, and was about to push it open, when she had caught snatches of conversation from inside.
"…Well done, son, well done…"
"…Can we go out please dad? To celebrate? Oh Please…"
"…just call that diner, down Hogsmede. I'm sure they can spare your favourite table on the roof, you being the boy who lived…"
A few minutes later, in which Haley stood outside the door, listening to her parents preparing the 'special night for three', her tiny heart breaking, her three other family members flung open the door she was standing behind (making her fly into the wall and slide down it painfully, agitating her already stinging back from the last beating), and barely spared her a glance as they walked, as one to the fireplace, James swinging Charlus onto his shoulders as his son laughed madly from his perch on James' shoulders, high above everybody else. Like always.
The happy family vanished into the floo, their oldest child, the fragile, raven haired girl with the x-ray eyes, left along in the house of nightmares, with no heart, and no hope.
I have to get out…
You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Ron Weasley stood at the window of attic room, staring over a dull, dark, and misty countryside. His Hogwarts letter was clutched in his shaking hand and tears poured down his face. He had finally got his infamous Hogwarts letter, and had sprinted down the stairs (very similarly to another child a few hundred miles away had half an hour prior), only to find that his mother was busy Ginny, dressing her and putting much (rather age-inappropriate) makeup on her. He had gathered (from Ginny's exited squeals) that Charlus Potter had been spotted by a photographer in Hogsmede, and was now signing autographs outside a diner.
"I might actually meet him!" she had said "The Charlus Potter!"
Ron had tried in vain to tell his mother that he had his letter, had begged her to listen to him for one minute. Eventually, though, his mother had snapped.
"Shut up, Ronald! Stop talking about things you don't understand!" she had screamed, backhanding him so hard that he had staggered backwards, shocked. His mother never hit him! "We need the Potter fortune, so Ginny has to marry Charlus! Get to your room – I honestly don't care about that letter right now!"
Ron heard the floo roar, and realised, with a thrill of fear, that he was now along in the house. Percy was with his father at work, and the twins were at their friend, Lee Jordan's house for the night. Nobody needed him. Nobody wanted him.
I have to get out…
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Drip. Drip.
All Hermione could hear the liquid dripping out of the ruins of the broken bottle that had just been hurled inches from her head, breaking into a million pieces with a smashing noise that echoed around her head like cannon fire. Her cheek was pressed into the cold, tile floor, and she could feel the beer seeping into her hair, mixing with the blood and making her normally untameable hair matted, flat to her head. She caught a few word of what her father was saying, though, and they brought tears of agony to her eyes.
"Freak… School… Vernon warned me… This would happen… Little slut…"
Hermione felt one more crunching kick to the ribs, and then something light landed on her back, making her flinch.
"There… Get to… School… bitch… out… get out…"
With that, she felt her father's harsh, cold fingers clamp around her small throat, and lift her from the ground. She stayed limp, thought, knowing the consequences of struggling. A second later, she heard the front door open, and felt her already bruised cheek hit the wet gravel of the front path. She heard a slapping sound in the puddle beside her, and looked up to the door just in time to see the orange, florescent light of the front hall disappear behind a closed door. She reached her hand out to the puddle beside her, and pulled the sopping wet Hogwarts letter up to eye level.
She stared at it for a few seconds, before breaking down, lying on her back in the rain and crying and screaming and pleading with nobody. The neighbours all heard her screams, but they didn't come out and see if she was ok.
They never did.
I have to get out…
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Leo Black sat in the attic on his second day of punishment, staring out of the window at the misty night. It was full moon (though it didn't look it), and his father was with his uncle Moony, so he would probably forget to give him food the next day. Leo was particularly pessimistic tonight, his thoughts filled with sympathy. He didn't feel sorry for Moony, no. He doubted that he could ever pity the monster that abused his best friend, Jake Lupin, just because his mother died during childbirth. Just like Jake could never smile at the man who starved and neglected his son just because he was in grief about the wife who had left him after having his first son.
No, Leo was feeling sorry for Jake, who was spending the werewolf transformation locked in his room, biting and scratching himself in bloodlust, because his father was hogging the wolfsbane. Through the night, Leo had whispered reassurances in the dark, willing Jack to hear them. He knew it was selfish, but he really wanted somebody to be his whisper in the dark, to silently will him to carry on when his father got drunk and shoved him around, and to be his hope when hope was gone.
Leo Black sobbed bitterly, hatefully, until the light of dawn shone through the tiny window far above him. Yet, nobody stumbled through the floo. His father didn't trudge up the stairs to the attic, and unwillingly open it like always. He was alone.
I have to get out…
And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.
Jack woke to a haze of pain. Pain everywhere. Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, everywhere, overloading his systems, making him scream through his teeth and clench his eyes shut tight.
It's ok, it's ok' calm down, Jack he thought desperately, Daddy will save you soon…
But 'Daddy' never did. He knew that by now.
So, Jack Lupin just lay in a puddle of blood on the floor, wishing and wishing and wishing, wishing, wishing, wishing, for something to change. Eventually, he fell asleep, still sprawled out on his bedroom floor.
All alone, just like always… Jack's dreams held no solace, not that they ever did…
I have to get out…
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
A pale, shaking girl stood in the rain outside the entranceway to Flourish and Blott's, a sopping wet book clutched in a shaking hand. The pages were soaked through, and ink ran out of the spine, landing on her white tights, and marring them like blood. Luna Lovegood desperately held back a sob of panic as she looked up and down the street, desperately trying to find shelter. It was cold, and the ice bit at her small fingers. She hadn't had much time to pack when they had taken Daddy away, screaming about mythical creatures and strange footprints.
Apparently, Mummy's death had unhinged him a little.
The cold wrapped itself like a vice around her throat, and a sense of despair washed over her as she fell. She hit the ground, and drew a shaky breath, alone in the dawn.
I have to get out…
WHERE ARE OUR CHILDREN?
Families in the muggle and magical and muggle world have been reporting to the authorities about a series of strange disappearances in the early hours of yesterday morning. Five children (that we know of) disappeared in strange flashes of light, and don't show up on the locatus charm, eliminating any chance of finding them. The missing children are-
Muggleborn – Hermione Granger
Son of Auror Black – Leo Black
Son of lycanthrope Lupin – Jack Lupin
Brother of Savior – Haley Potter
Son of Ministry Worker – Ron Weasley
Also, the early workers at Flourish and Blott's, Diagon, report a girl outside the shop disappearing in a flash of light, but they couldn't identify her.
What has happened to our children? Their families all didn't seem to care, and currently, the ministry is looking into abuse in the Potter house. After all, the Boy-Who-Lived deserves a good life for saving us all, doesn't he?
Isn't someone missing me?
AN
Waaaaaaaaaaa so sad. I got this idea in my head after reading 'Will you be Missing Me?' by BlueRubyBeat ( u/3107213/BlueRubyBeat ), so shout out to her. I will continue this with bad-ass training and bashing and kick-ass and fem-harry and all that, but only if I get enough support! If not, it's staying a oneshot!
From, M