*Images on the sidewalk speak of dream's decent
Washed away by storms of cynical lament
Dirty canvases to call my own
Protest limericks carved by the old pay phone*
I walked down the beaten path to my cottage in the village of Godric's Hollow in Wales. The tear drops of the sky fell endlessly onto my hat and raincoat as I hurried my walking pace. Something about this dark stormy night didn't seem right to me. I turned around and decided I would spend my night at the Potter's house. I didn't trust myself to be alone tonight. I walked up their drive way to their house. It twisted and turned like the life road I traveled on. The end was my destenation but every time I took a step towards it, it backed away from me. It had all changed since I was little. Everyone in the world seemed to want me dead. Everyone but my old friends. But even my friends seemed to intrust me with to much. Their lives. And I couldn't trust myself to keep it.
* In your picture book I'm tryin' hard to see
Turning endless pages of this tragidy
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony
You plead to everyone,
" See the art in me!"
"See the art in me!"*
I knocked on the Potter's door three times to let them know it was me. James opened the door and greeted me with a bear hug. But I could not hug him back, not now that I am their secret keeper. It was like holding a baby. So delicate and petite, and if I let one hand slip then the bay drops into darkness. I stepped inside where I was greeted by Lily and the warm balcket she was holding. Wrapped tightly in that blanket was my Godson. Harry James Potter. He was like my own son. Lily handed him to me when he started to squeal since he saw me. I sat and bounced him on my knee as he yelled in happiness. When he finally fell to sleep I was reminded of all the innocent lives I was protecting. His tiny eyes opened and closed as he fell to sleep and he closed his small hand around my finger. I looked up at Lily and James. Thier backs were faced to me. They were talking softly about Voldemort and Harry. I knew that I would have to protect them from the terrible fate that awaited them.
* Broken stained-glass windows the fragments ramble on
Tales of broken souls an eternity's been won
As critics scorn the thoughts and words of mortal man
My eyes are drawn to you in awe once again*
James had once said to me that being brave is not thinking about the dangers of what you're doing. He told me I must not think of what would happen if Voldemort found me or if he found them. I must think of how I can prevent that from happening. And that is what I'm going to do. Protect the ones I love.
Washed away by storms of cynical lament
Dirty canvases to call my own
Protest limericks carved by the old pay phone*
I walked down the beaten path to my cottage in the village of Godric's Hollow in Wales. The tear drops of the sky fell endlessly onto my hat and raincoat as I hurried my walking pace. Something about this dark stormy night didn't seem right to me. I turned around and decided I would spend my night at the Potter's house. I didn't trust myself to be alone tonight. I walked up their drive way to their house. It twisted and turned like the life road I traveled on. The end was my destenation but every time I took a step towards it, it backed away from me. It had all changed since I was little. Everyone in the world seemed to want me dead. Everyone but my old friends. But even my friends seemed to intrust me with to much. Their lives. And I couldn't trust myself to keep it.
* In your picture book I'm tryin' hard to see
Turning endless pages of this tragidy
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony
You plead to everyone,
" See the art in me!"
"See the art in me!"*
I knocked on the Potter's door three times to let them know it was me. James opened the door and greeted me with a bear hug. But I could not hug him back, not now that I am their secret keeper. It was like holding a baby. So delicate and petite, and if I let one hand slip then the bay drops into darkness. I stepped inside where I was greeted by Lily and the warm balcket she was holding. Wrapped tightly in that blanket was my Godson. Harry James Potter. He was like my own son. Lily handed him to me when he started to squeal since he saw me. I sat and bounced him on my knee as he yelled in happiness. When he finally fell to sleep I was reminded of all the innocent lives I was protecting. His tiny eyes opened and closed as he fell to sleep and he closed his small hand around my finger. I looked up at Lily and James. Thier backs were faced to me. They were talking softly about Voldemort and Harry. I knew that I would have to protect them from the terrible fate that awaited them.
* Broken stained-glass windows the fragments ramble on
Tales of broken souls an eternity's been won
As critics scorn the thoughts and words of mortal man
My eyes are drawn to you in awe once again*
James had once said to me that being brave is not thinking about the dangers of what you're doing. He told me I must not think of what would happen if Voldemort found me or if he found them. I must think of how I can prevent that from happening. And that is what I'm going to do. Protect the ones I love.