Missing
They were happy, they always were. Why shouldn't they be? They were a very important family in the wizarding world. They had great friends that would do anything for them. The respect and love of the masses. And to boot they had a darling daughter that got rid of the most powerful dark wizard ever known when she was only a year old. So a family with money, fame and power should be happy right? But the truth lies in the eyes of a eight year old boy that sat outside the window of his families house watching his father, mother and sister laughing by the christmas tree. Soft and sad words escaping his lips.
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Crying to himself in the fridget winter winds he watched them, the words of his song springing from a depth in his soul a child should know not. His sparkling emerald eyes watching through the slowly frosting window. His wild raven hair flying all over the place though there was no wind. And a lightening bolt scar resting on his forehead from a past he couldn't remember.
Maybe someday you'll look up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something missing?"
Pulling his jacket closer to his tiny frame he turned and picked up his small bag that held all his most prized gifts. A small snitch with a broken wing he father had given him. His sister Haley no longer wanted it after it was broken and could only fly slightly off the ground. Harry remembered that day because he realized then, that life would always be like that. He would always get hand me downs from his sister that no longer wanted it. He was a fourth place finisher, and his sister would always pull down first, second and third.
You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Still singing in the freezing waters he broke into a run. Letting his small legs carry his tiny frame has fast has they could carry it. Tears falling from his face and vanishing into the rains. Had he been fully able to see he would have noticed the rock in front of him, the rock that sent him flying to the ground in a sickening crunch. His leg had landed in a weird way, but the pain in his heart had numbed all others.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
And as these words escaped his bleeding mouth he pleaded to the heavens from the cold cement. Pulling himself to his feet slowly and painfully he continued his walk with a sluggish limp. The ethereal song still escaping his bloodly mouth. Has he continued to walking into the abyss that would most likely be his home for the rest of his life.
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
For hours the small boy walked, constant turns with constant memories burning into his head. They wouldn't know he was gone, that much he knew about his parents. They hadn't noticed he was around for years now, why should this be any different. No matter what he achieved he was always cast aside. He had managed to get himself to read before his sister could even spell her name right and it changed nothing. He had read all the way up to fourth grade level books in all magical fields not but a week ago, and his sister manages a "See spot run." and his parents when nutters.
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?
Finally letting his legs buckle he found himself in front of a broken down building. Needing to get out of the rain the broken angel pulled himself inside it. The building looked has though it had been hollowed out for years now, though the colors caught his attention. The soft green and silver carpet and furnishing seemed to welcome him. Falling to his knees into the plush carpet though the smell of mildew hung in the air he continued his soft and sad song.
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
I breathe deep and cry out,
"Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?"
Blinking the tears from his eyes Harry took another look around the room, the soft rain from the storm outside tapping on the roof and broken windows. A grand piano. Smiling despite his pain and angst Harry pulled himself to his feet and made his way over. Letting his small fingers press the keys has he sung. His soaked hair letting water drip from it.
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?
Getting more confidence has he found the right keys that matched his song he let his heart really pour into the song. Letting his voice rip through the forgotten house that reminded him so much of himself. Both forgotten and pushed away before their time. Lost in a void of endlessly emptiness.
And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
I'll wake without you there,
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something...
This was Harry James Potter. The boy-who-was-forgotten. The boy that would one day shake the world at its foundations has he was always ment to. The small eight year old boy that was slowly crying himself to sleep in a cold damp house that would be come his home. A boy that wondered through all his tears and his heart ache what life would be like without his parents and sister.
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?
Boo ya! Now then this here is part one of three. I should update with the second tomorrow and the third the day after that.
Leon