-Scarlet and Emerald-

Disclaimer: I don't own it. . . it's not mine. . . blah, blah, blah! I own the plot and JK Rowling owns the characters.

A/N: OK, I have no idea what came over me while I was writing this. . . It's really evil (to me at least) and I don't really like it at all whatsoever. It's kind of hard to understand at some times and it's weird. Please tell me what you think anyways. Also, this is my second rhyming poem so yay!

Setting: This poem takes place right after Voldemort killed Lily and attempted to kill Harry. In this poem, James got knocked out, not killed, but did not rise in time to save Lily and Harry. He wakes to find Lily dead and Harry gone and then goes out on the road and his a little time to himself. (The other character in Alastor Moody, I don't know why I chose him, I was reading the 4th book while I was writing this.)

Begin Poem. . .

Gazing through the mist
Looking for something that cannot be found
Hazy fog hovering just above the ground
A light glints in the distance

A scarlet cloak falls from the air
Followed by emerald green
About each other, these too colors are not too keen
Flecks of red cover the scarlet

Searching the sky, beating wings can be heard
A brilliant red phoenix soars near
The tears in its eyes are quite clear
But then flames – ashes

A soft clunk comes quietly from behind
The bright blue eye swiveling in its socket
His hand reaching into his cloak pocket
From it emerges his wand

He sees the cloaks
A man sits on the ground close by
Raven black hair, no scar, a sigh
A chocking sob comes from his throat

"He's gone, forever gone. . ."
Says the sitting man in a muffled voice
"Wife gone, son taken: one choice."
The man raised his wand to his heart

"Sir, don't," said the other man.
"I have no reason to live now
I must go. . . but how?"
The scarlet cloak billowed in the wind

"Avada Kedavra"
A flash of green light
He killed himself in so much fright
While the other man watched

"He shouldn't have done that
I'll spread the story
Not to worry. . .
Constant vigilance, I always say."

The man walked slowly away
A story forming in his head:
Lily and James Potter because of Voldemort are dead
The boy lived though, he made sure he did

End Poem. . .