A/N: This is just a poem that I wrote. Harry is the speaker. I don't own him; he belongs to J.K. Rowling and her publishers. Hope you enjoy it. Please review. Thank you!
I Hear Them Calling
A Poem
By WeasleyTwin2
I hear them calling,
Their voices echo in my mind
Screaming, pleading
The ones I've never known.
The ones I never had a chance to know.
The ones lost to me now.
My parents…
Voldemort took them.
Left me all alone,
Left this sorrow in my heart,
This ache that never quite leaves,
This rage that rules my soul.
I hear them calling,
Always in my dreams
Why was I left with only voices
In place of memories?
I can't see them, only hear.
Their faces have faded, becoming unclear.
My family…
They all are gone,
Voldemort has slain them.
I feel darkness in my heart,
Grieve for all I lost
I am the last…
I hear them calling,
Resounding in my heart and soul
Their love, which I cannot forsake,
Love binds me to them.
Love forever guards me for him.
Love was what they left to me.
The departed ones…
They wave at me from pictures,
Whose faces I have never known.
All see them within my face.
All talk of them in hushed tones.
Yet, they will not tell me the truth.
I hear them calling,
Calling to the future from my past.
I wish I dared of them to ask:
How was it that I lived?
Why does Voldemort wish me dead?
Why does that night still haunt me so?
The ones I have lost…
No one will answer my plea.
What is it that they hide?
What are they afraid to reveal?
There is a secret hidden deep inside
About the night the darkness fell.
I hear them calling,
In dreams deep in the night.
My parents whom I love
Who've taught me why to laugh and live.
My enemy, whom all evil rules,
Who gave me naught but pain and loss.
My past…
There is an answer there, hidden
It lays on that dark Halloween night
In the battle that was fought
In what my memories have caught
I must remember if I dare.
I hear them calling,
Always in my mind
Their shouts of fear and anger.
Hazy images form within my brain
A red haired woman, a dark haired man
Shadows move, a rustling sound.
The battle ground…
My own house, unremembered
I hear a distant fight, smell smoke
A door somewhere slams, running feet
A soft voice above, chanting a spell bound by love
A bright glow, a flash of green light and pain.
I hear them calling,
In voices loud and deep
Telling me what I must seek.
Search the memories of the past
In them my destiny is hid.
The answer to it all lies there.
Godric's Hollow…
The village where we lived.
There will my heart be made whole
There will the light be found
The answers to my past made clear
The ache within me stilled.
I hear them calling,
Their voices rise and fall.
I know now who I am:
The one who will save all,
The one who stands unmoved,
Whose light will cause the dark power to break.
The Heir…
To all the powers of the light.
Who will with sword and wand
End all the terror of Voldemort's night
With magic drawn from Gryffindor
Whose light will save two worlds
I hear them calling,
Their voices follow me down the years.
To when peace comes at last,
The battle fought and won,
The dark driven away, light restored,
And I've returned home from the wars.
Their voices…
Still echoing in my head.
I see them in my mind,
My memories returned
My heart at last made whole.
For I've found them once more.