Please, please forgive me, But I won't be home again. Harry Potter glanced around Ron's room at the Burrow, where a cot had been set up for him. It had been a month since he came here, he only stayed at the Dursley's for two weeks. Harry was grateful for everything his friends did for him, but he had to leave…they were now in as much danger as he was. He was hunted. Maybe someday you'll look up, And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one: "Isn't something missing?" He knew Hermione and Ron would be mad at him for leaving so suddenly. He had to end this. He knew where Voldemort was and was going after him. He couldn't risk his friends coming along and possibly sharing his probable fate…Death. You won't cry for my absence, I know - You forgot me long ago. Since they'd started going out Harry felt like the third wheel anyway. Am I that unimportant...? Am I so insignificant...? Who was he to get in the way of happiness? His destiny was filled with danger and darkness and death… Isn't something missing? “Love…love is missing. I miss love. I don't think I really have that with anyone, anymore. I'm a walking weapon,” he thought. He paced around the room. Isn't someone missing me? “All my family is gone and dead. Maybe if I die too, I will see them…Mum, Dad, Sirius…” Harry whispered, as if speaking to ghosts. [CHORUS] Even though I'm the sacrifice, “I'm just their weapon,” he said, his voice growing stronger. You won't try for me, not now. Though I'd die to know you love me, I'm all alone. “There is no one here for me. I am here for everyone but there is no one here for me.” Isn't someone missing me? “No.” Harry could feel his chest constricting. Please, please forgive me, But I won't be home again. “I have to leave now.” He picked up his things and stared at the door. I know what you do to yourself, I breathe deep and cry out: "Isn't something missing? “Love is missing. Love is gone…it can't even protect me from Him now.” Isn't someone missing me?" “NO!” Harry was shaking out of anger at himself. “I have to leave, now!” He threw the door open and began to storm downstairs. He knew Ginny and Luna were both in the house, asleep, but didn't care. [CHORUS] And if I bleed, I'll bleed, Knowing you don't care. And if I sleep just to dream of you And wake without you there, Isn't something missing? Isn't something... His arms shook from the weight of his trunk. He took his wand out and magiked it down the stairs. Who cared now? His birthday was tomorrow, then he wouldn't be underage anymore. Let them expel him, he wasn't going to outlast the summer anyway. Even though I'm the sacrifice, You won't try for me, not now. Because he was their lamb. Their sacrifice to darkness and death so that they could keep going… Though I'd die to know you love me, I'm all alone. And Harry had no one. No one… Isn't something missing? “Everything's missing, everything's wrong, there is no one!” he shouted, careless of those sleeping beyond the door next to which he stood. Isn't someone missing me? “Harry?” a small, floating voice reached him. It was Luna. She opened the door. “Where are you…?” She didn't have to finish, she knew he was running away to go fight Voldemort alone. “Wait just one minute,” she whispered. Harry watched the door. A few moments later Luna emerged, dressed and carrying her cloak and wand. She lifted one side of his trunk and said, “You are not alone. I've always missed you.”
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