Chapter Twelve
Harry Potter: Kite (#22)
He was like a kite.
He bobbed up and down, dipped and spun between air and ground, life and death.
His strings were never really cut- he never lost the wind. But he was never really free (literally tied to his duty.)
And he swirled, swirled and spun, but always stayed in the air.
He was like a kite.
Yes, I know, it's super-short. But I like it. :D
