Okay, so this is going to be my first full-length CHAPTER FIC!! Yay! This is the prologue, and it's going to be just the poem. The story starts in chapter 1.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. The poem's not mine either. Just the plot.


My Enemy Was Dreaming
by Norman Russell

When I found my enemy dreaming
I stood over him and as still
As the owl at night
As the heron wanting to fish
I raised my knife to kill him

Then I saw my enemy was dreaming
His mouth made a little smile
His legs trembled
He made small sleep sounds
A happy dream was in his mind

Only I will have this memory
I will show the others
Only the horse of my enemy
I will not tell the others
I left my enemy dreaming his dream