"Rolling eyes met a glare 'Yes' Hagrid thought 'Those two are going to be friends.'"
The feeling okay doesn't stay.
It shifts around in our small numbered days.
Every feeling acts like a potion it seems.
Our relationship is nothing like my dreams.
From foreign boundaries to thoughtful gestures
and childish lectures.
Rarely needed is the middle ground known as Harry.
At constant war maybe, but it never gets wary.
