Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. I do not own Nobody's Listening, Linkin Park does.

Lyrics: italics

AN: This is describing Harry's thoughts during OotP.

Nobody's Listening

Harry lay on his bed in the order headquarters, contemplating the Ministry and their reaction to Voldemort's return. There was only one answer, they ignores it. The question was why. They could only gain from knowing of Voldemort's return before he planned. But inwardly he knew why.

iPeep the style and the kids checking

for it the number one question

is how could you ignore it

we drop right back in the cut

over basement tracks with raps

that got you backing this up like

[rewind that]/i

It was because they were afraid. He would never forget the Ministry's disregard of his words.

He'd never forgive them. People said "forgive and forget" but sometimes, Harry didn't think this possible, like now.

iWe're just rolling with the rhythm

rise from the ashes of stylistic division

with these non-stop lyrics of life

living not to be forgotten

but still unforgiven/i

He had started reading farther into the Daily Prophet. He had seen what they said about him, and about Dumbledore. They could say what they wanted. They would be the ones who looked like fools when the truth was discovered. He smiled grimly. Revenge would be sweet. Voldemort would attack the Ministry in unawares, and they would be hurt.

ibut in the meantime

there are those who wanna

talk this and that / so i suppose

that it gets to a that point feelings

gotta get hurt and get dirty

with the people spreading the dirt

[it goes]/i

* at Hogwarts *

People were giving him frightened looks. They obviously believed the Ministry's lies. He had told them. He had given Dumbledore the story, then Dumbledore told the Ministry. He remembered when he was the great Harry Potter, when every one worshiped him. He didn't like that, but in some ways, this was worse. He was ignored. Nobody was listening.

itry to give you warning

but everyone ignores me

[told you everything loud and clear]

but nobody's listening

call to you so clearly

but you don't want to hear me

[told you everything loud and clear]

but nobody's listening/i

Anger swelled in his chest. At the Ministry. At Voldemort. At the students. Even at Dumbledore. He shouldn't have to deal with this, on top of the OWLs. He shouldn't have deal with anything EXCEPT the OWLs. Not at 15. When people thought he wasn't listening and when they knew he was, they whispered about him. They started rumors. They expanded on the Ministry's.

ii got a heart full of pain / head full of stress

handful of anger / held in my chest

and everything left is a waste of time

never forget the blood sweat

and tears the uphill struggle

over years the fear and trash

talking and the people

it was to and the people that started it

just like you/i

He'd always remember this year. Maybe someday, in the distant future, he'd forgive them, but not forget what they'd done. Never forget.

iI got a heart full of pain / head full of stress

handful of anger / held in my chest

uphill struggle / blood sweat and tears

nothing to gain / everything to fear

[coming at you]/i

AN: R&R!