Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.
Prongs, Padfoot, Moony, and Wormtail
Pronsing around,
Running around,
On grounds as mystical as its school,
No man's land,
Grazing the fields as friends,
Soon things will change between them,
But not for now.
Pouncing on Moony,
And then running off,
Dandylions crushed beneath his feet,
Fastly treading the grounds,
Onward he goes,
Onward to the Shrieking Shack,
To start another day
Before they start running about
On the grounds again.
Many miles in the forest he worries,
On nights like this he isn't in control,
On nights like this the wolf gets free,
None of the others worry,
They believe that their safe,
You think they know but they don't,
He worries that they'll get hurt.
Worries are his life,
On grounds like this,
Reading him you think is easy,
Many facets he hides behind,
Traitor he'll become,
And then you think,
How stupid could you be,
When a rat he always was,
Is difficult to know at the time, that,
Leading you he always was.