Dedicated to my HP writing buddy, BlackPotterGrl
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AN: The next chapter toTftWH will probably be done soon, but for now, here's a short little poem I came up with...
Disclaimer: As disclaimed as it's going to get...
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I don't understand why everybody says it's okay to cry.
When they won't do it themselves, no matter how many people they see die.
Pain is not the emotion filling my heart.
I'm not crying... these aren't tears in my eyes.
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, it's all lies.
I hear a soft sobbing sound coming from nearby.
A little girl summons all her courage and begins to cry.
But Pain is still not the emotion filling my heart.
I'm not crying... these still aren't tears in my eyes.
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, it's all lies.
Someone else joins in, and the people sobbing beomes two.
And now Dumbledore's crying... something I never imagined he'd do.
But Pain is still not the emotion filling my heart.
I'm not crying... these still aren't tears in my eyes.
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, it's all lies.
And slowly, but surely, the number increases,
And everyone around me slowly falls into pieces.
But Pain is still not the emotion filling my heart.
I'm not crying... these still aren't tears in my eyes.
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, it's all lies.
Now the coffin is slowly lowered into the ground,
Well, Harry, I guess I'll see you around.
I go look for my family and we gather all of our stuff.
And sayGoodbye toHarry Potter, The Boy Who Didn't Live Enough.
