I Watched Him Go
snarryislife
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This is told from Neville's point of veiw. Never written this pairing, so tell me what you think of it.
Warning: Character Death, kind of sad.
I watched him go, like I didn't care. Everyday, he would wake up before dawn, a stiffled scream in his throat, he would silently ready himself for the day, never knowing I was awake. We are 11. I watched him go, like I didn't care.
I watched him go, like I didn't care. He was thin, malnourished, broken, scarred, and nobody saw. I saw though, in the dorm showers, when he didn't know I was there. I should have said somthing, but still I didn't. I watched him go, like I didn't care.
I watched him go, like I didn't care. Everynight, he would come in past midnight, limping, and sporting bruises. He would ready himself for bed, letting silent tears fall, never knowing I was awake. I watched him go, like I didn't care.
I saw him today, during his detention with Lockheart. He is hurt, bleeding, crying, screaming, pleading, begging. I had watched him go, like I didn't care.
I wanted to kill Lockheart. But I couldn't. Not without leaving him alone. So I do what I can, and write it in the diary. The one that writes back to you.
Lockheart was found dead today. They say he commited suicide, but I know better. But I cry to, when I see tears of reliefe stream down his face. I watched him fo, like I didn't care.
I watched him go, like I didn't care. Everyday he comes in, terriffied and shaken. Everynight he cries himself to sleep. We are 13. I watched him go, like I didn't care.
He is with Diggory, I saw them, in a deserted classroom. He is hurt, bleeding, crying, screaming, pleading, begging. I had watched him go, like I didn't care.
I wanted to kill Diggory. But I couldn't, so I told Mad-Eye Moody, that he was hurting him. He said that it would be taken care off.
Diggory is dead. He is crying, trembling from the cruciatus. I cry too. I watched him go, like I didn't care.
I watched him go, like I didn't care. He is hurt by Umbridge and tortured. I watched him go, like I didn't care.
I watched him go, like I didn't care. Plans are in motion. I watched him go, like I didn't care.
It is raining today. The ground is muddy, the air is soggy. It is five years since the war. Everyone is marrying off. Everyone but him. Because he is here, laying under the ground, his tombstone forgotten by most. He was hailed a good soldier. He never did kill Voldemort, Albus Dumbledore did. Because he was already dead, the summer before, by the hands of his family. Beacuse of that last time. That last day.
I watched him go, like I didn't care.
Neville Longbottom laid a simple boquet of lilies and wildflowers on a gravestone. He placed a note beside it.
"I am so sorry Harry. Though your probably happy now, wherever you are now. So long, I never realized, but I loved yo Harry. But I made a big mistake.
I watched you go, like I didn't care."
Damn, I have a few tears rereading it.
Okay, readers, you guys need to start making pretty reveiws with some house names on them, so we can complete our race for the house cup. Winning house will vote on a pairing they want me to write a oneshot for!