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Unnoticeably Gone

She had always been the littlest, the youngest, the only girl. She was never allowed to participate. She was never noticed.

Everyone was busy with the war. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was rising to power. Muggles and muggle-lovers were being attacked. Lives would be lost. Precautions were necessary. No one had bothered to tell her.

The Boy-Who-Lived died at the hands of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. She had been able to take this. She didn't see it. Of course not, she was the littlest. The one unable to participate, but still she was able to break a bit.

Then, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named rose to power. Still, no one told her. No one noticed. Her brother, the one that had refused to believe was gone. He was the first to go. He had been informed, but had refused to believe, even in the end, and so a little more of her died.

Next, came her father. He had been in the way. He had to be destroyed and so he was. But still she remained, breaking a little more, but still unnoticed. For she was the littlest.

One of the twins was next, but it may as well have been both. The other one was internally destroyed and he had to be hospitalized. Gone were the twins and so was she.

She never noticed when her mother had to be institutionalized for her sorrow. Her brothers' quest for revenge. She was already dead inside, but no one knew.

She goes on. She pretends to live, but she isn't there. She was already dead, a shadow of herself, but no one notices. No one ever did. For she was the unnoticed, the youngest, the littlest.