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Enter the Light

Harry's POV (these are all his thoughts)

Darkness. Dampness. Cold. That's really all there is to Azkaban. Nothing but desolation. And hatred. At least, for me, there's hatred. Everyday I see screaming madness, and soon, I'll lose my mind. Not that I care or anything. After all, everyone's forsaken me already. What happened to the 'Boy-Who-Lived'? The 'Savior'? Gone, that's what. Forgotten by his 'friends'. But they haven't been too friendly lately. Oh no, not at all. Those wimpy good-for-nothings couldn't possibly associate with a prisoner in Azkaban. No, no, no, no, no. That just wouldn't be proper. But, I wonder how long it's been since I got here. It could be weeks, months even. I don't know. Lost count after 74 days. At least, that's the last line I scratched on the wall.

Oh look. Visitors. It's that twinkly-eyed madman. The one who sent me here. And the redheaded boy and bushy haired girl. Nasty people. Some friends. But, what's he doing here? The greasy-haired guy. Professor...What's-His-Face. Oh right. Snape, the potions master. NO, don't look at me like that! I don't need your pity.Well, in any case, they're back to torture me with their hideous faces.

What're you doing? Forcing that slimy potion down my throat? Not that I can do anything about it. I'm a bit weak. Can't get much exercise in a jail cell. Pronouncing me healthy? Me, healthy? You must be joking. Just look at me! I'm skin and bones. Not that you care or anything. Leaving already? But the party's just getting started. Note the sarcasm. Get outta here. Good riddance. Nobody cares about me anyways, so why bother coming. Oh, I see you're tearing little girl. Well too bad. Nice Potter's gone. Bet that you only hung around 'cuz I was famous. Now you can't even stand the sight of poor, little me.

I'm going to sleep now. Wake me later. Or never. Preferably the latter. I don't care for the world that betrayed me, and it don't care for me.

What's that glowing light? What're you saying?

(normal POV)

It a world of darkness,

Stands one, glowing candle for you alone,

And I am your candle,

So take my hand,

And leave the world of shadows,

To enter the light.

(Harry's POV)

Yes, I'll come. Wait for me.

Author's Note: this poem just popped into my head one day as I was reading an 'Azkaban' Harry Potter fic. Please review and critique constructively. Please don't flame.