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.
