I'm definitely not a poet. These are written in hope of some extra points for the International Wizarding Schools Championship.
Beauxbatons, year 7
There the wolf stands, with eyes of gold.
The light still there, but dull and cold.
Boards splintering beneath shaking paws;
A beat of silence as the dog's heart thaws
At the sight of his long-lost friend.
.
And the boy beside him—there!
With emerald eyes and scruffy hair
Long-lost memories of this boy—
That broomstick, his favourite toy.
Now the dog's nightmare draws to an end.
Sirius reunites with old friends in the Shrieking Shack.
I would've done Snape and Peter but we were restricted to 10 lines!