Author's Notes: Written for the 'Lonely this Christmas' challenge over at Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum - go check it out it's a great place for finding brilliant stories and challenges. Anyway, not sure about this it's a bit to drabble-like for me, but I needed to get writing after not being able to find anything inspiring and having one hell of a chest infection. Anyway hope you enjoy.
No one will ever miss me. No one who remembers me will remember the old me - what I was. They will not remember the girl who laughed and ran and played. Not the girl who loved. They will only remember the cruel, hollow and bitchy shell of a woman. And because they only remember the twisted hag, nobody will miss me this Christmas.
They won't know or remember the girl who's smile used to light up the room, the girl who's black curls used to be glossy and thick or who's eyes used to shine like the stars. They won't remember the loving sister and the protective cousin. They won't remember the rebellious daughter and the rude niece. They won't remember. They won't miss.
They can only remember my other self. My self without a conscience. The woman who would torture, kill and maim and not give a damn about what people thought of it. The woman who's heart was twisted and warped into believing she loved someone, when actually he could never love her back. That silly little girl who was ambitious enough to reach the inner circle of the most darkest wizards, but not see and love the people who loved her. She who did terrible things to wonderful people. She was the one who everyone hated and who hated everyone. Everyone has a second chance and I blew mine. I destroyed any chance of happiness I could've had with my family and husband. I don't give a damn that I did those things because I believe they were the right choices.
I just wish someone would miss the real me this Christmas. I wish someone would be lonely without me.
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Someone will remember you. Someone will be lonely this Christmas without you.
I miss the smile that'd light up the room, the black curls that where glossy and thick and the eyes that shone like stars. I promise to remember the loving sister and protective cousin. I will remember the rebellious and rude girl. I will remember, I promise you.
It'll be lonely this Christmas - lonely and cold. As the snow collects in drifts outside and the fire flickers and dies because I haven't got the energy to flick my wand to light it again. Because I miss you, I miss the girl who would sit and talk with her baby sister for hours. Where were you? Why couldn't you see the mess you where getting into?
Didn't you think about me? About how much I needed you after she left? I needed someone to help me and support me. But no, you and my husband both went off doing the Dark Lord's bidding, leaving me alone.
I was lost you, and I never got you back. And I'll be lonely this Christmas.
Merry Christmas darling, wherever the real you is hiding.
Author's Notes: Review please :)