Her soft sweet hair,

His jet black and messy,

Her ability to make him laugh,

When no-one else could,

They way she spoke,

Like one fluid movement,

The way he danced,

With two left feet,

His friends and their wit,

Would make everyone laugh,

For the Potter's were loved,

By muggles, by strangers,

They scarified themselves for their son,

And one day he would know,

The story of his parents,

How they died, how they fought,

But mainly how they loved,

To Lily,

To James,

You are never forgotten.