-1Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or something of that nature.
A/N: Alright, this story is a poem, from Dumbledore to Harry. It's set right after the end of the fifth book.
Good Intentions
Six years ago, I watched you every day
Like a cat, waiting, from predator to prey
You were just a young child, craving attention
Now how to convince you I had good intentions
Your first year here, you were so afraid
You came with such hope, were met with such hate
You shouldn't have had to worry about more than detention
Sometimes I blame my good intentions
It was your second year, you'd just come back
So young, yet so weary, pulling a sword from a hat
Already now, you were filled with apprehension
So much for my good intentions
Two years ago, you'd thought you'd found a friend for forever
You never dreamed rats could be so clever
By then your life had filled with tension
I wish I could've done more with my good intentions
In your fourth year, you were chosen by the Goblet of Fire
Witnessed a murder, a resurrection, a liar
If only I had done more to prevent it
I think I've weakened you with my good intentions
And now this year, there's no turning back
You lost so much of what you already lack
Things haven't turned out the way I wanted them to be
I never dreamed you would grow to hate me
Now I'm waiting to see if we can ever heal our trust
Or if it's a broken tragedy, gathering dust
Now for all this pain that your drenched
I think I've given up, on good intentions