I never expected to be the only one in my dorm.

Sure, first year was exiting. I mean, what are tthe chances you room for six years with the boy who lived?

Notice how I said six, not seven years.

Harry and Ron never returned for seventh year. It was weird, it just being me, Dean, and Neville in the dorm.

Then the proclamation came out about muggleborns. Dean became more tense until he left in the middle of the night. On the run, I suppose. He didn't even see fit to tell me, his best friend.

Then Neville decided it was time to act like a true Gryffindor. He started standing up to the Carrows and the other Death Eaters. Perfect timing Neville. You start being brave as soon as a Dark Lord takes over the school! Notice my sarcasm.

Then, just like Dean, Neville vanished in the middle of the night. He was staying in the Room of Requirement, I knew, but each day I stomped up to my dorm to tell Dean about the awful assignment we had, to tell Neville to help me with Herbology, to ask Harry and Ron for joking equipment.

I always realized they were gone after the first few words.

"Hey Dean!..."

"Neville! Can you..."

"Harry, are you..."

"Ron, where are..."

All the damn time. I became a loner. People grew me pitying glances in the hallways.

Hah! Forget the boy who lived, did you ever wonder about the boy who was abandoned by friends?

That was me. The one they all forgot.

I suppose it's selfish of me. They all had their reasons.

It didn't stop the hurt though.

So when I finally stood up to the Death Eaters, I joined Neville in the Room of Requirement as a permanent host,

I don't think the boys dorms have ever been cleaner or quieter as they were when I left.

Even when I was in the Room of Requirement, I never really bonded with Neville. He was to busy being the hero.

No one ever remembers the boy who was left alone.

All they remember is the boy who was super bruised when he hugged his best friend of seven years.

No one remembers the boy abandoned by his classmates.

They only remember the asshole from fifth year.

No one remembers the pitying glances

but they all remember my pyromaniac tendencies from first year

No knew remembers

That I was left alone

-Diary Entry of Seamus J. Finnegan, Written in the Day of Our Lord May Third, Nine-Teen Ninety-Eight