Hello everyone. As many of you know, I am usually a romance writer. However, my sadness is so great in both the ending of the Harry Potter series and the many deaths in the seven books, one in particular, that I had to write this tribute. I hope you enjoy it. Obviously you enjoy poetry, or you would have not clicked the poetry filter.

The format for each of the 14 tributes is simple. I have used quotes from the original books by J. K. Rowling. The first quote, or group of quotes is the first time we hear of the character. The only excpetion to this is this first one, because I felt the quote I chose was better suited. Then comes the poem, followed by the character's death scene. As I said, there are 14 tributes to 13 different characters. I chose only good characters, as well as ones that I knew enough about to feel enough emotion to put into a poem. I have used 9 different poetry forms, which I will explain before each poem.

The format for this tribute is the frequently used AB form. Or, in simpler terms, the rhyming poem. I also have one more note to add, and that is that this entire tribute is meant to be read straight through, so you can feel the emotions I felt as I wrote it. I hope that you start here and finish with the 14th poem.

Thank you, and I would appreciate if if after you read it, that you reviewed and commented on each poem. Please don't be too hard. These cam straight from my heart, and some are very meaningful to me.

Haras

Haras' Tribute to the Fallen

By Haras Railfcm

"A woman, standing right behind his reflection was smiling at him and waving. He reached out a hand and felt the air behind him. If she was really there, he'd touch her, their reflections were so close together, but he felt only air- she and the others existed only in the mirror.

She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes- her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green- exactly the same shape, but then he noticed she was crying. Smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just as Harry's did.

Harry was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection.

"Mum?" he whispered, "Dad?"

-PS, Ch. 12, "The Mirror of Eserid"

Lily and James Potter

"Proud Parents"

Lily and James Potter- who would have guessed?

The girl who despised James so would love him the best?

They put aside their differences and ended up together

Lily and James got married, for worse or for better.

And then they were blessed, with the gift of a son,

One who would grow up and kill the Dark One.

Young Harry would face hardships, and gain friends and allies,

He would work toward his goals, and ignore all the lies.

And as he grew up, no matter how old,

Harry missed his parents, and would give all his gold

To see them alive once more, just once.

And although he could not, we are sure of this:

Lily and James would be proud, and are surely missed!

"He was over the threshold as James came sprinting into the hall. It was easy, too easy, he had not even picked up his wand….

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!"

Hold him off, without a wand in his hand!…He laughed before casting the curse….

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light filled the cramped hallway, it lit up the pram pushed against the wall, it made the banisters glare like lighting rods, and James Potter fell like a marionette whose strings were cut…"

"At the sight of him, she dropped her son into the crib behind her and threw her arms wide, as if this would help, as if in shielding him from sight she hoped to be chosen instead….

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Step aside, you silly girl…stand aside, now."

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-"

"This is my last warning-"

"Not Harry! Please…have mercy…have mercy….Not Harry! Not Harry! Please- I'll do anything-"

"Stand aside. Stand aside girl!"

He could have forced her away from the crib, but it seemed more prudent to finish them all….

The green light flashed around the room and she dropped like her husband."

-DH, Ch. 17, "Bathilda's Secret"