A/N: This is the third installment of my Poetry Collection. Please Read and Review!

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own Harry Potter.

Can You Hear It?

Can you hear it?

Slithering deep into corners, hissing with contempt.

Can you see it?

Sliding across the dungeon floors, stalking its latest prey.

But most importantly of all, can you feel it?

The hairs standing up on your neck.

The shiver in your spine.

The burning sensation of being watched with great big eyes...

Yellow eyes.

Beware, my child, the Heir of Slytherin has targeted you.

And now, there is but one thing left to do.

Run.

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