A/N: Now, this is my favorite poem. Well, the favorite one that I've written. Mind you, Consequence of Revenge comes in a very close second. Anyway, this is narrative poetry and from Harry's POV.

Warnings: A bit SLASHY. ::sheepish grin::

Disclaimer: Don't own these two characters or the one scene mentioned from the first book.

I Hear a Dragon Cry

In the darkest part of night

I hear a dragon cry.

I crouch inside the shadows,

Hidden from his view,

And I listen to his angstful sobs

As my heart breaks into two.

My eyes travel over his body

As I realize all over again

That I desire to feel his silken strands of hair

Between my calloused fingertips,

As I soothe away his fears.

Yet I know that is not meant to be

Or else I would be close to him.

Yet, as I think about it,

While I watch the moonlight reflecting

Silver off of silver,

I realize that it could have been,

Had I just accepted his proffered hand.

But I, stubborn and proud,

Turned away his friendship

In favor of someone else.

So I crawl out from my hidden spot

And make my presence known,

And I speak of my thoughts and desires.

He stares at me with wounded eyes,

Eyes still red from tears,

And I offer him my hand to shake,

Knowing what will come from

This mirror image of a remembered mistake.

His eyes search mine, seeking truth

And he smiles bitterly,

For he too knows

How we were meant to be.

And, tears still falling,

He turns from me,

Refusing all he wants.

Still, as he walks away

In that darkest part of night,

I hear a dragon cry.