Was I Even There?
Was I Even There?
Faucets running, Lights
are on,
You don't notice
that I'm gone.
Gone the footsteps and
gone the sighs,
Gone the smiles and gone
the lies.
Peter stared out across the mass of students,
hidden under his cloak. He had been sent here to spy for
Voldemort as the young Potter boy graduated. Send to kill him if
given an opportunity. Voldemort had long since given up on direct
confrontation and settled for just killing the boy at any given
chance. It was no longer a matter of destroying the last of
Gryffindor's line, but now a personal vendetta. However, his
attention wasn't on young Harry Potter. Instead, he found
his eyes drawn to another young boy whose longish blonde hair was
currently disrupting his vision.
You don't care that
you're alone,
When you're awake
and safe at home.
Don't you see if no
one cares,
Then they won't
know, when you're not there.
Neville sighed heavily, fidgeting in his seat.
The end of a long road. He should have felt happier about it.
Instead, he was filled with a deep sadness, a fear of what was
going to happen to them. All around him conversation flew.
Hufflepuffs talking about their new jobs they had lined up.
Ravenclaws talking about going on to a higher institute of
magical learning. Slytherins talking about how they were going to
spend their summers on exotic vacations and the Gryffindorswell,
they were subdued, quietly discussing the war against the Dark
lord. No one was talking to Neville, which was just fine with
him, really it was. It was justhe felt invisible to them.
He felt like arat that everyone over looked.
Was I even there?
Did I take up space?
Will you remember who I
was,
When another takes my
place?
20 years ago
"Come on Prongstell us."
James shook his head, smirking at his two best
friends. "It's a surprise."
"Come on, we're the Marauders, we
deserve to know what prank you're pulling for
graduation."
"Come on Padfoot, you know that if I tell
you, you'll tell Cindy, and Luna, and Narcissa, and
Arabella,"
"And Mia, and Dawnelle, and Marley, and
Justice." Remus finished, laughing with James.
"I would not, I would tell Amy."
"The biggest gossip in all of
Ravenclaw!"
Sirius had to smile. "Fineoh, hey,
guys, where's Wormtail?"
James and Remus frowned, glancing around. Peter
looked at them from next to Sirius. "Right here
Padfoot." He whispered.
Family photos gather
dust,
Favorite trinkets start
to rust.
Faces fade into the
past,
These memories were
supposed to last.
Present-
Peter's hand involuntarily went to clasp
the necklace around his neck, a small gold chain with a silver
stag on it. James had given it to him just before graduation, as
he had given one to Sirius and Remus. It once held a silver dog
and wolf on it as well but those two charms had long since fallen
off, the clasp's worn down by his constant touching until
they broke and disappeared into time. He sighed, touching the
antlers of the stag's head gently, rubbing them for courage.
The pictures of a
happier time,
Before the hate, before
the crying.
The pictures prove that
I was there,
So tell me why, no body
cares.
Two weeks ago-
Neville rubbed the cover of his new Hogwarts
annual, filled with smiling, waving wizards and witches having
fun. Very few pictures included him but there was one he loved.
He flipped open to the picture at the beginning of the Gryffindor
section and stared down at the group of young seventh years that
had been caught during a studying session. Off in the corner of
the frame was Neville, smiling shly at Collin while Ron gave
Seamus Finnigin a noogie. Harry was looking as he always did in
pictures, strong and sure of himself, with a bit of reckless
childhood peeking out of his eyes. Hermione sat next to Harry,
rolling her eyes at Ron and Seamus, smiling towards the camera,
ink smearing a cheek. On the other side of the table sat Trevor,
hopping out of sight.
Neville smiled as he touched the picture,
wishing all of life could be as happy and simple as that one
moment. He then looked up as Hermione passed and grinned more.
"Hey, Hermione, could you please,"
"Harry!" Hermione called, chasing
after the reckless young hero. "Give me back my quill!"
Neville sighed and looked over at Seamus and
Dean. "Hey Seamus, may you.."
"Oy! Ron, help me out here!" Seamus
suddenly yelled, getting up and carrying his Divination book over
to Ron who sighed, running a hand through his hair.
Neville sighed again and was about to close the
annual when Harry approached him. Neville smiled again and opened
his mouth to speak when Harry suddenly dropped Trevor on the
table and went back to Hermione to grab her quill from her again,
thus distracting her from her homework.
Was I even there?
Did I take up space?
Will you remember who I
was,
When another takes my
place?
When another takes my
place