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