A Boy That I Know
By Teaspoon of Heartbreak
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Hetalia. Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya and Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling.
A/N: A short Poetic one-shot that may turn into a full blown fanfic. I hope you like it! ^^
There is a boy that I know,
A First Year.
Brave, Kindhearted, and Proud.
A Gryffindor through and through;
It's annoying.
Friendly, Bugging, Nonsense.
He won't leave me alone.
There is a boy that I sadly know.
...
There is a boy that I know,
A Second Year.
He helps me with potions,
A subject I lack.
Bearable, Kindhearted, Friendly.
I am a Slytherin,
He is a Gryffindor;
Yet, we have become friends.
There is a friend that I know.
...
There is a boy that I know,
A Third Year.
The seeker of the Gryffindor team.
Kind, obnoxious, irresistible.
When I see him,
My heart beats quickly.
He doesn't notice a thing.
We occasionally meet in the library.
Wonderful.
There is a crush that I know.
...
There is a boy that I know,
A Fourth Year.
After winning the Hogwart's Quiditch Cup,
Girls hang off his arms.
He no longer notices me,
Being too busy with signing fan posters.
I am depressed, lost.
There is a someone I know.
There is a boy that I know,
...
A Fifth Year,
Thrown into the Ring of the Tri-Wizard's tournament.
I know he is scared,
But he stands strong.
For Gryffindor.
For Hogwarts.
Many people asked him to the Yule Ball,
But he turned them down for his special someone;
Me.
There is a lover that I know.
...
There is a boy that I know,
A Sixth Year.
I learnt about his fiery past.
Parents killed in a terrorism attack against the American Ministry.
Depressed, agitated, yet cheerful.
I will protect him as best as I can.
There is a troubled mind that I know.
...
There is a boy that I know,
A Seventh Year.
The year started out nice,
A new start.
We traveled to the Forbidden Forest often for picnics with the Centaurs.
This year, the people came for him,
Aiming their spells to kill.
He yelled at me to run.
I obeyed.
The rest is a blur.
...
There is a boy that I know,
An Eighth Year.
I locked myself away during this year,
Keeping myself hidden from the pain of the outside world.
It is hard to deal with,
I don't want to move on.
But that is what he would have wanted.
I miss you Alfred.
There is a boy that I knew.
