This is a poem written from Harry's POV hope u like it
Slow falling of rain
That's cool on your face
A great flash of lighting
To see a great place
The low rumble of thunder
Across the black lake
My friends little hut
Where he loves to bake
Fire lights glow
To the last ember
Warming up each
And every member
Of the people I have
Asked to accompany me this night
To seek he who tortures us all
Who needs no name
And even though I asked them
My head is bowed in shame
For each and every one of them
Could meet their untimely end
If I do not accomplish the task ahead
I may not have any more friends
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Cassiopeia Isis
