The girl you did spy,
With the flaming red hair,
Cat-like green eyes,
Her ring finger bare.
You tell her a truth,
But a half-truth so sweet,
And friends you became,
From the moment you did meet.
And friends you did stay,
Though you loved her so,
Until that one day,
To her assistance you said no.
You turned her away,
With disgust and scorn,
And referred to the way,
The 'Mudblood' had been born.
Then she fell in love,
With brave James Potter.
Your Lily, an innocent dove,
Falling for another.
They wed so you heard,
And Lily was with child,
When a prophesy was made,
And you told your Master so mild.
Two kids it could refer to,
One or the other,
It might be the Longbottom's son,
Or it could be Harry Potter.
Voldemort he chose the Potter's kid,
And though you pleaded for him to spare her,
He laughed in glee but never did.
Lily and James Potter dead and you feeling bitter.
When overcome with remorse and grief,
And sanctuary you seeked with Dumbledore,
You vowed to turn over a new leaf,
And became Harry's protector, enemy and more.
Your patronus, a doe,
An apt choice of course,
Because Lily's was a doe,
The meaning isn't in Morse.
"After all this time?" asked Dumbledore,
A sad smile on his face.
"Always," you said,
And cast your patronus in Lily's place.
Time did pass by,
But your love it could not diminish,
And even as you did die,
Your job you strove to finish.
You gave Harry important memories,
To put in a pensieve,
And looked into his green eyes,
To see Lily's once before your heart took it's last heave.
You had the courage of a Gryffindor lion,
The slyness of a Slytherin snake,
Yes sometimes we Sort too soon,
You're my idol until my last breath I take.