Harry.

Harry Potter,

My son.

How much I have to tell you.

I must speak quick,

As the veil is thick.

And tears only cloud me from you.

I watched you grow

And grow.

Into the young man I never got to raise

You did more than fulfill your prophecy,

Fuelled by my love you spread it far

And wide

To witches

To warlocks

To goblins

And house elves

Harry.

Who deserved so much more.

Harry Potter,

My son.