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A/N: This is a poem about Harry that Harry and Hermione would be saying. They are having some doubts about him and what might happen as they get older.

Ron:

"Shining brightly in their sight,

Talking with a silver tongue.

He can't do wrong try as he might.

Already perfect and still young."

Hermione:

"How can someone be so brave

And so dumb the same time.

He's digging out an early grave.

Dead like his father in his prime."

Ron:

"From the moment he was born

The world was his to own.

He doesn't want the fame he's sworn,

What he wouldn't give to be left alone."

Hermione:

"Some people are unfair to him.

I might mention Ron.

But chances are far from slim,

Ron'll miss him when he's gone."

Ron:

"I guess that he's my friend,

That I'm not just some fan.

I guess that he's worth trying to defend.

Hermione and I, we do what we can."

Hermione:

"He'll get better at this,

At handling the fame.

I suppose that his life has been quite amiss,

Some day he'll burn brighter than any flame."

Both:

"We'll be by his side, as hard as it gets.

As he grows old and it all gets to his head.

The Dark Lord is slowly closing his nets,

We are needed behind him. We'll let ourselves be led."