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The Poem
Harry and the rest of the Gryffindors, together with the Slytherins were in DADA. The professor was just talking and talking, she had to be one of the most boring people on earth. Most of the students were asleep, or about too. Hermione and Ron being some of those. Harry turned his attention to the window.
The sun was shining, and it was exactly five months since Cedrics death. Harry still blamed himself, for Cedrics death. He was Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, he was supposed to be able to protect his friends. But now he wasn't so sure anymore. He hadn't even been close to Cedric, and he had been killed because of him. What would happen to Hermione, Ron and the rest of the Weasley's? The people he loved the most.
He looked back at Hermione and Ron, who were now officially asleep. They weren't the only ones asleep. Most of the Slytherins were sleeping too. Harry's eyes fell on Malfoy, he looked peaceful when he was sleeping. The smirk was gone, replaced by a little smile. A little one, but it was there. He was beautiful, he had always been. It had been hard on Harry to find out that he was gay. He found out in the middle of fourth year, but the biggest surprise was that he was attracted to he enemy, Draco Malfoy. Harry knew that he was never going to get Malfoy, he was a ladies man.
He turned back to his papers on the desk. There was supposed to be notes on it, but instead there was a poem. He reread it quickly,
Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
I'm the one confused
People around him was beginning to wake up, Hermione and Ron too. Class was over soon, but Harry didn't care, he was to preoccupied with his poem. There was only one verse left, the words came so quickly that he hurried to write them down.
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never alright again
He looked the poem over one last time, and smiled. This was the best poem so far, he had a lot in his dorm. He used his summer break to write down his feelings. His feelings about everything Cedric, his friends, Draco and him being Harry Potter. He folded the paper carefully, and lay it in his back pack. He stood together with everybody else, class was over. He hurried after Ron and Hermione who were already out the door. He didn't see the neatly folded paper that fell out of his back pack, but Draco did. Draco had been watching Harry write on the paper, and he was incredible curious about what it said. He picked the paper up and unfolded it. He expected to see a love letter to the mudblood, but what he saw was poem. He read it through and was surprised. Did Harry feel this way? He was confused and he didn't know what he should do.
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