IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE SEVENTH HARRY POTTER, DO NOT READ THIS!
Harry's Poem (post-war)
Hedwig, Dumbledore, and Sirius.
It's all so mysterious.
I wish I had one more chance to see
My friend, Cedric Diggory.
But no matter how much I plea,
They will never come back to me.
I barely knew my mum and dad,
But that's not all that makes me sad.
Dobby, Moody, and Fred
They were all so mislead
And now they are dead
Why couldn't it have been me instead?
Voldemort wanted me,
Not Snape, Remus, or Creevy.
As I look around
Down towards the ground,
I cannot help but break down.
I see pale unmoving faces
and my heart races,
people don't understand that I don't want their embraces.
I glance to see the only place where I belonged-
Destroyed and my time was suddenly prolonged.
Most of the stone
Has been blown
Leaving some statues standing alone
Like a clone…
One of my own.
Before I begin the cry
I see my friends who didn't die.
At least they didn't have to say goodbye.
Hermione and Ron
Cheer me on
As we mourn on Hogwart's lawn.
For a moment I forget about the deaths
And all the final breaths
I realize how much I still have to live for
And how much is still in store.
I recall the love before,
Before this cold sickening war
And my heart begins to restore.
Pushing sad feelings aside,
I take note in my pride
and the people who had not died.
Like my friends- my guide.
Without their support
I could've never killed Voldemort.
And stopped the war short.
Suddenly I am no longer blind
My love, no longer confined.
I reach out to rejoice and love
The ones with me and the ones above.