A.N. – Somewhere along the line, this piece got lost amongst the shuffle. But now I found it again, and here it is, for you to enjoy. A bit darker look through Harry's eyes at what his godfather's death means for his future. Oh, and I don't own Harry Potter – never have, never will. Also, fixed formatting errors where the poem turned into one big text blob - very sorry about that.

Veiled

The world's greatest evil

and the past that haunts me

wrack me emotionally

yet my mind only crumbles for you.

You have the power to topple me,

no spells needed, no witty charms.

The mention of you and me, connected,

would tear my world apart.

Enough ink has been splattered

(for both of us, really),

so I keep welled up inside

my only fatal necessity.

And to bottle up both our pasts

makes the future dangerous indeed.

I've found I can live without you,

but it is not how I want to be.

Love created me, and it can,

no, will, destroy me, too.

I'm past the point of no return.

I'd rather not suffer the solitude.

I will follow always in your footsteps.

A blaze of glory would do me good.

Fighting and living has gotten me here,

But fighting and dying gets me closer to you.