Disclaimer: See last chapter, I'm not doing one every time…I'm lazy.
A/N: This is my second poem! YAY FOR ME! Oops… caps. But this is a Harry thinking on Sirius' death &sobz& How can she do that to us? &gains control& Well, on we go...
Alone
He's gone,
Gone through the veil.
Another voice,
Another whisper.
Gone.
I'm alone,
Alone without him here,
Another soul,
Another body.
Alone.
A hand on my shoulder.
I look up into a pair of eyes,
Eyes of brown.
A second, solemn pair of eyes slides into view.
I gaze at my friends as I realize,
I'm not alone.
Not yet.
A/N: There we are… and just so you know, the first person is Ron, the second is Hermione. Don't know why, but whatever.
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DR