Authoress's note: I was listening to the song, and it just seemed so appropriate. Also partly inspired by Raven Dragonclaw's Celestial Requiem.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters – Harry, Ron, Hermione, Mrs Weasley, Tonks, Remus, or Sirius. The song, Nobody's Listening, belongs to Linkin Park. I didn't put the whole song in... I think the chorus just fits in really nicely, so I only used it.
Nobody's Listening
Nobody ever listens to me. It's true. I talk. People see me talking. My lips move, forming sounds and words. People hear me. But nobody's really listening. I have friends. Lots of them. My two best friends, Ron and Hermione – even they don't listen. They think that they're listening, they think that they're good friends; but they don't know the half of it.
Tried to give you warning
But everyone ignores me
Told you everything loud and clear
But nobody's listening...
Nobody ever listens to me. I have a lot to say, but nobody ever seems to hear it, to see it. To see that I'm bursting at the seams, all the anger and frustration and fear welling up inside me, until I do burst, explode, and let it all out in a swirling vortex of hate and noise. And then people have to listen. They have to listen to me, or they'll be burnt.
Call to you so clearly
But you don't want to hear me –
When I explode, people hear me out. And then they shake their heads in sadness. Because all I want is attention. That's right, I'm just a silly little boy who seeks attention. Yeah. Right.
Told you everything loud and clear
But nobody's listening.
It's in the papers. It's in the school. Even the neighborhood stays away – as if Privet Drive isn't boring enough. I'm cut off from the world.
Nobody ever listens to me. I have a lot to say, a lot to tell them. Voldemort's back, for instance. I told them that after the Triwizard Tournament. But no, he's been through a traumatizing event, he must have hit his head or something – it's the scar, it's addled with his brains – he's a lunatic – he killed Cedric Diggory! –
I've been trying to warn them all for a whole year. Ever since ... well. And then, at the Department of Mysteries. Voldemort was practically under their noses – but I bet they wouldn't notice him if he bit them in the ass.
I got a heart full of pain
Head full of stress
Handful of anger
Held in my chest...
Even the Order hardly ever listen. Mrs. Weasley, Tonks, Remus, Sirius – Sirius. Yes, perhaps Sirius did hear me. He knew Voldemort was back – he believee me. Of course, everyone in the Order of the Phoenix believed that he was back; but that's all they hear.
Only Sirius understood what I was going through. He was also cut off from the world, after all. A convicted man, a criminal... he couldn't go outside, couldnn't show his face. And everybody seemd to be sympathizing with him. But nobody really heard Sirius either.
Even their letters were ... deaf. They never answered my questions. Always just these vague little hints of nothing. I'm cut off from the world.
Nobody ever listens to me.
Uphill struggle,
Blood, sweat, tears,
Nothing to gain,
Everything to fear...