Author's Note: I would just like to point out that this poem was hard to
write. I haven't worked with Haikus for awhile and it was a tad bit tricky,
but still fun, always fun. Anyway, in case you can't guess the boy is
Harry receives a no duh from the audience so enjoy and all that jazz!
Note: I don't own Harry Potter or 'The Lines of My Earth' ((song by
Sixpence None the Richer)), so really the only thing that's mine is the
poem. Yup.

A silver of moon
glimmered on the dark lake below;
one boy watched awake.

He sat there, alone
in the stillness of the night;
two lonely partners.

The rhythmic thumpings,
just of his stone burdened heart
wishing to be gone.

Was he abandoned?
Would there be no one standing
to cheer in the end?

"I've already lost",
Thought the boy sitting alone,
but he'd still finish.

It was his duty
to do his best to protect
those still left with him.

As he watched the sun,
stretching her hands o'er the sky,
heralding the day,

he knew, the boy knew,
like the sun rose at morning
his hope would rise again.