a/n I don't own these characters, they entirely belong to J.K Rowling.

Ode to a Clumsy Someone

He walks toward the door,
The ones inside do not hear his mourning,
They remember nothing, not even him,
For they are his parents, him their kin.
He wishes they'll snap out of it and come and comfort him
But he'll just stale poor clumsy him,
While the pale, bright lights dim.