HG
He's limping today. It's probably my fault.
I was tired for once,
and decided on a stroll,
I needed time to think,
I needed time for my soul.
It's growing ever closer,
that time we all dread,
of when we'll live on crumbs,
and fail to sleep on strange beds.
It weighs upon us all,
us three the most,
I'll miss the library,
and the boys Hogwarts' toast.
The stars were calling,
with their ethereal glow,
I was much too far away,
I tried standing on tippy toes.
The night's cold silence,
was egging me on,
I lifted a knee slowly,
over grey hexagons
The feet followed then,
fishing for a ledge,
It wasn't long till I was standing
on the very edge.
I squinted in the dark,
looking for what, I don't know,
I peered through nothing,
feeling the wind blow.
Suddenly I remembered;
'the lights! oh the lights!'
But I was still too far away,
I needed to enter new heights.
Quivering desperately,
my cheeks became wet,
I was whimpering softly,
Why was I upset?
I slipped,
and began to fall
It seemed to happen slowly,
at least that's what I recall.
A horror-stricken howl
awakened my senses,
What was I doing?
What were the consequences?
I felt the fear unravelling
all my usual calm,
but not before a shadow appeared,
and grabbed my open palm.
There we were suspended,
thumps deafening in our ears,
He was the one thing stopping me
from falling with my tears.
He's limping today. It's probably my fault.
Don't you just love Hermione- she's more or less falling from a high ledge and she thinks of its repercussions.