AN- This is really long, but sorta interesting summarizing the last chapters of HP 4 in rhyme please review and tell me what you think!!
Characters © by J.K. Rowling
Poem © by Emily Olson ( Please don't steal it and say You wrote it! Thanks! )
Well, here it is.
In the center
The trophy stands
Within the grasp
Of my hands.
I look at him,
He looks at me.
I close my eyes and
Count to three.
We both reach out,
I hear him shout.
He is calling,
I am falling
I crash with a thud
On the ground.
Cedric lands with the
Same sound.
I gaze around,
Acting brave.
But then I gulp when
I see the graves.
Black and spooky
Are the lawns. Cedric and I
Take out our wands.
A figure comes near.
I try to think of a charm.
A bundle of robes
Rests in his arms.
My scar bursts with pain,
I fall to my knees.
Make it stop! Some one,
Please!
I look at Cedric,
His face is white.
I try to tell him
It'll be alright.
No sound comes out,
Just plain air.
When I hear the words,
"Kill the spare."
I cry out,
But it's too late.
Cedric's already
Met his fate.
He lies still,
On the ground.
I feel numb
All around.
I'm still in shock
From what I saw.
The horror sliced
My feelings raw.
I'm harshly jerked
Onto my feet.
I can't help feeling
They have me beat.
Someone drags me,
I feel alone.
He ties me up
To a stone.
As he ties me
With a rope band,
I see a finger missing
From his hand.
"You!' I cry out
Struggling against the ties.
He turns away,
Gives no reply.
I can't get up,
Or even walk.
He gags me now so
I can't talk.
He moves away and I
Only see.
What lies straight
In front of me.
And that's poor Cedric,
Lying there.
Never again to
Breathe fresh air.
My throat clogs up,
I want to cry.
Why did he have to
Die?
I see a snake
Slithering in the grass..
Around where I'm tied,
Moving fast.
Wormtail brings a
Bubbling pot,
A huge cauldron,
Steaming hot.
What is he planning to do
With that?
I asked myself while the
Liquid boiled and spat.
The bundle of cloth,
Is in my view.
Something alive.
Someone, But who?
The pain in my head
Reaches an unbearable high.
I knew just then that
I would die.
Then as quickly as it started,
It suddenly stopped.
And widely open
My eyes popped.
In those bundles, I knew
Right then.
Was someone I've met
Again and again.
It scared me so that
He was near.
My one true enemy,
My ultimate fear.
Wormtail removes the robes from
Him.
What I see
Makes my eyes swim.
The evilest thing in
All the world.
Slitted eyes,
Bony fingers curled.
With the small figure of a
Crouched child.
Scaly-looking,
Horribly wild.
And that face!
Snake-like and flat.
No child ever had
A face like that!
Red blackish body,
With no hair.
How I wished
He was not there. He reached his arms up,
Wormtail lifted him high.
Wormtail winced, looking
About to cry.
Voldemort looked helpless,
But that's not true.
I've seen the things
He can do.
Wormtail carried the thing
To the water.
I hated Voldemort. Yes, I,
Harry Potter.
He killed my parents,
He brought them down.
My only hope is that
He will drown.
Wormatil lowered him into the
Spluttering mud.
I heard him hit the bottom
With a soft thud.
"Bone of the father" spoke Wormtail,
With a trembling sound.
White dust rose up from the
Shaking ground.
It falls into the pot,
With a small whine.
Shivers race
Along my spine.
Wormtail next whispers,
"Flesh of the servant"
He stands with a knife,
His back strangely bent.
I know what will
Happen before I see it.
This horrible scene,
I wish I could flee it.
He raises the dagger,
I close my eyes tightly.
He falls to the ground.
His arm splashes lightly.
The cauldron turns a
Deep bright red.
That I see through my closed
Eyes in my head.
I couldn't tell Wormtail was
Standing right there.
Until the words, "Flesh of the enemy"
Broke through the air.
I struggle against the
Ropes that bond me.
All I can do is
Sit helplessly.
He held up the dagger,
I held me breath in.
As the tip of the metal
Pierced through my skin.
I wished to Wormtail,
All the world's harm.
As he held us glass vial
Up to my arm.
A few drops of blood,
In the glass he caught.
With the last of his strength,
He poured it in the pot.
The liquid turned a
Blinding white.
Up went diamond sparks,
Surprisingly bright.
The sparks stopped,
Up rose a white mist.
My hands behind me,
I made a fist.
A dark outline of a
Man said,
"Robe me" and Wormtail lifted the robes over
His master's head.
- - - -
I was ready for him,
I raised my arm.
And as I yelled the
Disarming charm,
"Avada Kedavra"
He screamed.
From the tips of our wands,
Bright light streamed.
Green from his, from mine
Red and bold.
They met in midair to form a
Deep gold.
Under my grasp,
My wand continued to shake.
Even if I wanted, I grasp
I couldn't break.
My feet were lifted into the
Air.
At our wands, I
Continued to stare.
The golden thread connecting
Us splintered.
Yet our wands held fast
Strangely unhindered.
The golden light spread,
There and here.
Weaving us in a
Shining sphere.
Deatheaters were helpless,
They were locked out.
Faintly I heard
Their muffled shouts.
From the golden web came a
Beautiful song.
I knew what it was
Before long.
The song of a phoenix,
Full of affection.
A faint voice saying,
"Don't break the connection."
Fierce beads of light
Forced their way to my end of the wand.
With all my might I pushed them to Voldemort's side,
Breaking the bond.
From his wand came a cry of pain
As hard as rock.
Voldemort had mixed look of
Terror and shock.
Cedric's ghost filtered out,
Along with shadowy others.
An old man, Bertha, and my
Father and mother.
They urged me not to
Let go..
My mother gave me instructions, her voice low.
I must run to the portkey,
Make it through.
Take Cedric's body,
I knew what to do.
The connection ended,and
Out of the air I flew.
I must finish this task,
That much I knew.
I ran past the Deatheaters with all of my might.
I couldn't give up,
No , not this fight.The shadowy figures closed around Voldemort,
Their faces grim.
He saw me run and yelled,
"Stun him!"
I ducked behind a statue,
Avoiding the curse.
"Impedimenta!" I bellowed, hoping it would
Slow them down, or worse.
I lunged at Cedric,
Close to the cup.
Voldemort was coming closer
When I looked up.
I couldn't reach,
A long arm I lacked.
Voldemort was coming. "Accio!" I yelled. The cup
Came to me, I was going back.
I landed face flat
On the hard ground.
Cedric's body landed next to me,
Making a loud sound.
I felt myself slipping
In and out of blackness.
I heard voices and
Footsteps in the grasses.
Gentle hands
Flipped me around.
I saw Dumbledore.
My head continued to pound.
"Voldemort's back!" I said,
Lifting my head.
I heard shocked voices cry,
"Cedric's dead."
I grasped Cedric's arm,
Dumbledore said, "Let go."
I knew he was dead, but I couldn't let his arm
Free even so.
Thick fingers pried my own from
Cedric's body,
I felt very tired, my brain
Pounded loudly.
Many things were being
Said.
My body was heavy,
I felt like lead.
I was led back to the
Castle by a man.
Mad-Eye Moody led me
By the hand.
He sat me in his office,
Gave a drink to me.
Told me many things,
Which I couldn't believe.
He was the one who'd put my name
In the Goblet of Fire.
He'd been Voldemort's servant,
Followed his every desire.
Mad-Eye Moody had
Helped me through the tasks.
To make sure I'd be delivered to
Voldemort at last.
But in killing me,
Voldemort had failed.
And if Moody killed me,
He would be hailed.
His strange eye
Started to dance.
I knew that I had
No chance.
I knew then that I was
Done for.
"Stupefy!' was yelled
From the door.
Moody was thorwn,
Hard against the wall.
In stepped Dumbledore, McGonagall, and
Snape from the hall.
What happened next was much confusion,
Instead of Moody, Crouch's son
Held the center of accusation.
He told how he'd
Escaped Azkaban.
How is mother loved him and
Developed the plan.
It all sounded complicated and
Seemed like forever.
But I slowly fit all
The pieces together.
After Barty Crouch was
Forced to tell all he could.
Dumbledore looked at him in
Disgust and stood. Professor McGonagall was left to
Guard Crouch.
Dumbledore led me to his office,
I was tired and slouched.
Sirius was waiting for us
There.
His face was white, he was sitting
In a chair.
I wanted to forget
Everything, to leave it be.
Why did everything
Happen to me?
I shakily told them all
That went on that night.
At points in my story,
I still shook with fright.
When I was finished,
Dumbledore look at me in the light.
He told me I could go and get some
Sleep for the night.
He took me to the hospital wing and gave me a potion
To help me sleep.
I finally slipped into the darkness,
Calm, and deep.
* * *
I look out of the window
Thinking of all that's occurred.
Many think that Voldemort returning
Is absurd.
I shake my head,
Fighting the urge to cry.
Voldmort was back,
I'd seen Cedric die.
I look around the train car,
Ron and Hermione were near.
I sigh to myself and think,
"What a year."