One Lone Gryffindor



I had a friend once,

Not to very long ago,

Who turned evil and dark.

He learned how to use to Dark Mark,

And became Voldemort's most faithful servant

He serves him night and day,

Do what he orders,

Do not do what he doesn't order,

And feed him,

Make him stronger,

Bring him back to power.



He was a friend of mine,

Named Peter Pettigrew,

Who became an rat,

And almost got ate by the cat,

Named Crookshanks.

Too bad he didn't;

We wouldn't have to worry about Voldemort coming back to power.


He was the one, who knew who I really was,

But didn't betray my trust.

He was the one that followed Voldemort,

And betrayed Lily and James' trust.

He tried to kill me,

But didn't succeed.

He tried to kill Harry,

But again, didn't succeed.

He is the one Gryffindor,

Ever know to turn Dark.

He is the one lone Gryffindor,

Who was insecure,

So he sold out Lily and James to his master.

That is the one thing he did succeed in,

Killing my friends.

Sending another one of them to Azkaban,

For what *he* did.

He is the one lone Gryffindor who ever turned Dark,

Who learnt how to use the Dark Mark,

And learn the really truths about being a servant.



He is the one lone Gryffindor.



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A/N—I don't know what possessed me to do this. It just came to my head last night. Try to guess who's POV this is in. Please review!



Disclaimer—Just about everything I put in here was J.K. Rowling's, so don't sue me!