Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any affiliates thereof… I only hope to provide my own prosaic point of view…
(AN: This poem is set during Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, shortly before the Weasleys rescue Harry from the Dursleys.)
Interlude: Before the Rescue
I stand at the window, a picture frame
Capturing an image
A perfect street
Picturesque
Normal
I wonder what the fickle fans would say
To see me now, locked away
A prisoner, trapped
In my own
Bedroom
The workers come, not looking through the panes of glass
To see the anger, anguish on my face
A barred window
Picturesque
No longer
With the rising moon, I stand again at the window
And see the shadow cross its blue-white face
A flying car
Friendship
Rescue