A/N: Just a very short poem that came to me tonight.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters or anything else related to Harry Potter; it all belongs to J.K. Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made.
Small behind a veil of self,
Black is fading into the shadows.
Will you remember the paralysed dancer
Of in-between and nowhere?
No eulogy for the undead.
When light claims the world again,
Someone is always
Left behind.
