Poem Fic Written By Arise Woodward
All Rights Belong To JK Rowling
I've been waiting...waiting...
So long...so long...
I have been abandoned...And near my end...
Oh, but dead? Oh no, wrong..wrong...
I remember the taste of power..
Like metallic blood on my lips...
Ripped away from me, leaving me raw...
By the most unlikely thing imagineable...
So many headstones bow to me,
So many salty tears bow to me...
The death that I craved most has been denied me..
I spit on the name, The boy who lived...you shall me killed by me...
Lily...an exsquite name, matched the light in her eyes...
I am proud to say that I devoured that light, with a single curse, oh that light that brought happiness to so many...
James..., what a despicable creature he was. Foolish, and ignorant. He was begging for death, oh yes, begging...
All I did was give him what he wanted. With considerable pleasure... of course.
Oh but my fault, my one true fault...lies in the majestic green eyes of a baby.
I would not spare this mixture of blood from my two most hated enemies, oh no. I wanted the pleasure of knowing that I had wiped out the entire family...Oh how I wanted it...
The taste of blood was fresh, I could smell it, as I uttered those wonderfull, magicall words...Avada Kavera...sweet death...
Those two words which brought an ocean of fresh tears.
I do not remember what happened next...The boy did not die I do know..
But I remember the taste. My beloved taste...gone. I remember my body..my useless vessel that I did my bidding through..gone. Ripped away. Stolen from me.
I vowed to avenge my foolishness. My ignorance...I had forgotten the most hated thing. Love. How did I not see the aura around the boy? I still hate myself for it.
I vowed to kill Harry Potter.
I soon found another Vessel. Quirell, what a disgusting name. But he was there, and he was foolish. His heart was corrupted so easily.
I promised that I would be given the sorcer's stone...the one thing that would restore me to life. And to other's death.
I was so close to that wonderfull power that year..that blood which I craved so. That wrath.
But it was taken. Stolen. By Him. Him who I wished to kill so. He took it from me and again STOLE MY VESSEL! Oh how I despise him...
But again, I knew I would have another way. My diary..from my school days, so easily planted by my, almost loyal, servant...
Fell into the hands of a weak little girl, who I could steal the soul from so simpmly.
She did what I wanted her to do.
She even almost killed herself for me. But again, I was foiled..by him. Pure vengance and hate fills my heart if I speak the name.
The next year, I know I could not have another chance.
But...my servant..oh my servant..I hate even him. No matter how loyal he may be.
But he escaped.
Even through the clutches of the dear hated boy. Oh how I laughed that day...
The time was coming close, oh so close...I had found my honored servant. The one who could restore me.
And oh, was I restored..oh yes.
I had everything worked out, Harry Potter would be led to me like a fly to a spider.
But he escaped me once more. But I had my body. I could feel the essence of power.
I started plotting, with all my servants with me once more.
Some unfitting, of course. They were soon dead.
I remember seeing Dumbledore himself...We dueled...And I...I...
I lost.
But you will die by my wand Harry Potter..It is your destiny.
Death
Harry Potter arose with a start. "Bloody Hell that was scary...Just go back to bed Harry, it was just a dream. The hogwarts train for your 6th year comes tomorrow, so get so sleep. You can write to Sirius about it, he'll know what to do."
And without another thought..Harry Potter fell asleep once more.