A/N: Nothing belongs to me... which is painfully obvious Please r/r
Deep in the hollows
Hidden in my soul,
His traitorous form,
Was that of a storm.
Raging, fighting,
Against the constraints.
Struggling to be free.
Nobody knows,
About the struggles he faces,
Trying to face his demons.
Torture at Voldermort's hands,
Often near death,
He was.
Yet he worked for the light,
For he believed,
That one day this would be over,
And he would be free.
Forever.
