Haiku of Harry Potter Characters

Theodore

Silent, a loner,

It's always the quiet ones,

There is truth here

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He holds his head down,

Holding in a smirk, amused

Draco is a fool.

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Voldermort's reign,

Held little interest to him

War was for the fools.

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He contemplated

Which side would win this battle

He was interested.

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Intrigued, he thought

Perhaps it wouldn't matter

His sole interest himself.

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He would tread with care

His actions chosen with tact,

For he was cunning.

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He wanted power

But he learned from mistakes

Made by those before.

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He could be patient

He would wait, act carefully

His true nature known.

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A snake slithers,

Coils and strikes, when its prey

Remains unaware.

Sirius Black

Charming, a rascal

Brave, and yet oblivious

That soon he will die.

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He was like a fire,

Reckless, strong and very wild

Burning so many.

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He was a jackass,

Cocky, confident and fit

He knew all of this.

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He valued friends,

Their trust and their loyalty

They were family.

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He and James, the best.

Brothers, yes in all but blood.

A friendship in stone.

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Lily was a bitch.

In school at least, but towards

The end, she was sweet.

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Harry was healthy,

James was happy, Lily tired

Sirius smiled

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He had loved woman,

And Merlin they loved him too,

A womanizer.

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He was a fighter,

An extremest towards the light.

Bias to those in green.

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Unwilling to see,

The truth, that a house does not

Define a person

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His was often cruel.

A bully, a blood traitor.

He was so young then.

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His own carelessness

His rash decisions cost him

His freedom, his life.

Tom Riddle

So bright, so smart now.

Just a poor orphan you know,

No one sees the truth.

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The truth is something

Tom finds worth in, 'honestly,

No sir, I don't know.'

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Power is all now

It drives him down deeper now

Unable to return

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No, he cannot wait

He wants more, he wants it all

His blood lust awakens

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He thrives on their fear

Music to his ears, the screams

Drown out his own ones.

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No matter what he,

Himself has done, he will be

Remembered now.

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Forever revered,

His legacy is history

He will not be gone.

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Forgotten, his fear

To die, to waste away, is

Unacceptable.

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So much potential.

Thrown carelessly to a cause

That could of been great.

Bellatrix

A warrior now,

She bites, flashing lights, fighting

Valhalla her end.

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Her reflection shines,

In the dead eyes of her prey

She is beautiful.

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She is loyal too,

Her cause in her own eyes just

To be 'Toujours pur.'

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She would die for him

Do anything, yet her praises

Fall upon deaf ears.

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Her worship, her love

Devoted, visionary she is

Her dreams are of blood.

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Dark and dangerous

Deadly and feared, she laughs

She laughs to not cry.

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Pain and Pleasure, yes!

The difference between the two

Is meaningless now.

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A broken woman

Who twisted herself beyond

The point of return.

Ginny

She awaits with hope

That her beloved will return

And end their torment.

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Yet she cannot hide

Her true feelings of anger,

Betrayal remains.

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She wasn't enough

Only the little sister

To Harry's first friend.

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They left her behind

Alone amongst the darkness

That consumed all.

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The Carrows, teachers,

Rule the school with an iron

Fist, shaking with rage

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The days grow bleaker,

Nights colder and eyes bleary

Weakness now consumes

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Yet they fight, poorly

They are punished, brutally

Still they have faith.

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She has more than them

More faith than most are willing

To give, cause she loves.

Harry

The boy who lived

Their savior, the chosen one

He who must save them.

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He had grown wary

Tired, jaded and worn down

Exhausted and done.

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Sometimes, when alone

He wills for magic to leave

His life and his soul.

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A life without it

A normality to it

He envisions it.

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Petunia would care

Dudley would be family

Vernon perhaps, too.

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Yet here it remains

A curse cloaked as a gift

A weight he must bare.

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Alone, him only

Must defeat the darkest Lord

And he will go on.

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He will kill the man,

Who really isn't a man

That stole his parent's.

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Finally end the reign

That history has written

As the darkest one.

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Open at the close

It ends now, the debt repaid

The lease is now up.

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His mother's sacrifice

Foiled death, but only for

The briefest moment.

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As death is cunning,

The beggars and kings the same

Their souls are taken.