Reflections
By: Laerwen
Harry Potter was sitting in the smallest bedroom of Number 4 Privet Drive. He had just returned from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, not wanting to leave the haven. After the warning Tonks, Moody, and Remus gave to his 'family', they mostly left him alone. Harry spent most of his time locked in his room.
The death of Sirius was too much for him. Harry decided to devote himself to his studies, and learning all the spells, curses, jinxes, and hexes he could use against Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
For his sixteenth birthday, Hermione had sent him a book of muggle poems to try to get his mind off of what happened that June. Harry was now reading through this book, so Hermione would be happy. His eyes fell on a poem entitled Dying.
Death
The quick flash of light
and the slow blur of sounds.
Passing through my mind,
as I become blind.
The fast fleeting fall
and the cold hard thud.
Going to the floor,
arising nevermore.
The big gaping hole
and the blood it doth leak,
Trickling through the dark,
so clean and so stark.
The looming blackness
and cold, icy air.
Filling up the room,
completing the tomb.
The seconds tick off
and the minutes march on.
There's no time to cry,
but only to sigh.
There's time to think,
but not to say goodbye.
I think of my family,
and how they wont leave me.
I'll take my last breath,
and wont let it out.
For my life has ceased,
and I am deceased.
Harry's eyes filled with tears, but he refused to let them out. 'This person has a very descriptive meaning of death, who is it?' Harry thought to himself. He looked for a name, but the book said Author unknown.
Harry sighed, and wondered if that's what it really felt like. He remembered Sirius' death, going through the archway. He certainly had time to think, but not to say goodbye. Harry felt the tears well up more.
He thought over Sirius, and his parents' deaths for the first time. He was reflecting the whole time on how they happened. His mother's sacrifice, his father's stupidly brave attempt at protecting the family, and Sirius, how he dueled Dolohov so Harry had the prophecy, not Voldemort. Harry remembered Sirius telling him to run, Sirius laughing at the Death Eater he was dueling, and Sirius falling through the archway.
For the first time in his life, he cried.
By: Laerwen
Harry Potter was sitting in the smallest bedroom of Number 4 Privet Drive. He had just returned from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, not wanting to leave the haven. After the warning Tonks, Moody, and Remus gave to his 'family', they mostly left him alone. Harry spent most of his time locked in his room.
The death of Sirius was too much for him. Harry decided to devote himself to his studies, and learning all the spells, curses, jinxes, and hexes he could use against Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
For his sixteenth birthday, Hermione had sent him a book of muggle poems to try to get his mind off of what happened that June. Harry was now reading through this book, so Hermione would be happy. His eyes fell on a poem entitled Dying.
Death
The quick flash of light
and the slow blur of sounds.
Passing through my mind,
as I become blind.
The fast fleeting fall
and the cold hard thud.
Going to the floor,
arising nevermore.
The big gaping hole
and the blood it doth leak,
Trickling through the dark,
so clean and so stark.
The looming blackness
and cold, icy air.
Filling up the room,
completing the tomb.
The seconds tick off
and the minutes march on.
There's no time to cry,
but only to sigh.
There's time to think,
but not to say goodbye.
I think of my family,
and how they wont leave me.
I'll take my last breath,
and wont let it out.
For my life has ceased,
and I am deceased.
Harry's eyes filled with tears, but he refused to let them out. 'This person has a very descriptive meaning of death, who is it?' Harry thought to himself. He looked for a name, but the book said Author unknown.
Harry sighed, and wondered if that's what it really felt like. He remembered Sirius' death, going through the archway. He certainly had time to think, but not to say goodbye. Harry felt the tears well up more.
He thought over Sirius, and his parents' deaths for the first time. He was reflecting the whole time on how they happened. His mother's sacrifice, his father's stupidly brave attempt at protecting the family, and Sirius, how he dueled Dolohov so Harry had the prophecy, not Voldemort. Harry remembered Sirius telling him to run, Sirius laughing at the Death Eater he was dueling, and Sirius falling through the archway.
For the first time in his life, he cried.