Harry loved Hermione. He did. He thought she was caring, cute and
intelligent. She was a little blind though. Harry wondered whether it
was because she didn't want to see.
Ron seemed to know something. His stares, his innuendos, his new campaign, telling everybody Harry was suicidal.
Harry didn't know whether to agree or laugh his head off.
There were times like now when the ground seemed so much closer.
There were times like now when it didn't seem so hard.
At the same time, they were the hardest times in his life.
Harry's mind was only on one thing. Guilt. The terrible overwhelming feeling which never lost it's grip entirely. And the ground wasn't so far, especially not from where he was standing.
For the first time in his life, he really flew free.
---
A savior with tainted hands,
flies above us all,
he lost his way,
no one dragged him from his grave.
All his life,
he traveled alone,
a crying shame,
he fought on his own.
Everyday was another battle,
he stood tall,
now his armor is broken,
don't forget to kill this man now.
Magic can't save his soul,
if only they knew of his pain,
but all they knew was his name,
see how blind they are.
He is a savior painted white,
in a war as black as night,
he doesn't belong here,
he deserves a life away from death.
---
End Chapter 4
One chapter to go. It's written, the update date depends on the reviews... Don't worry about Ron, there is no actual slash. Sorry about the crappy poem.
Ron seemed to know something. His stares, his innuendos, his new campaign, telling everybody Harry was suicidal.
Harry didn't know whether to agree or laugh his head off.
There were times like now when the ground seemed so much closer.
There were times like now when it didn't seem so hard.
At the same time, they were the hardest times in his life.
Harry's mind was only on one thing. Guilt. The terrible overwhelming feeling which never lost it's grip entirely. And the ground wasn't so far, especially not from where he was standing.
For the first time in his life, he really flew free.
---
A savior with tainted hands,
flies above us all,
he lost his way,
no one dragged him from his grave.
All his life,
he traveled alone,
a crying shame,
he fought on his own.
Everyday was another battle,
he stood tall,
now his armor is broken,
don't forget to kill this man now.
Magic can't save his soul,
if only they knew of his pain,
but all they knew was his name,
see how blind they are.
He is a savior painted white,
in a war as black as night,
he doesn't belong here,
he deserves a life away from death.
---
End Chapter 4
One chapter to go. It's written, the update date depends on the reviews... Don't worry about Ron, there is no actual slash. Sorry about the crappy poem.