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Everyday is a new battle
in a never ending war
the scars of yesterday
are hidden behind
the bruises of tomorrow
and the cuts of today
only adds to the sorrow
and still we fight
through dark and light
we fight on
and we never have to fight alone
say a prayer to keep
this family together
hope without hope
to keep our heart's strong
so that through it all
we'll never have to fight alone.
"Mr. Potter, if you'd be so kind as to stop reading in my class."
"Sorry, Professor." Harry blushed and stuffed the book into his bag, before picking up his quill to start taking notes, only to be distracted by the words of the poem he'd just read still drifting around his head.
He wouldn't call the poem "dark", but it was heavy and a bit depressing if you thought about it. The tone was weary, yet hopeful. Harry just couldn't help but wonder what exactly was Draco thinking when he wrote it.
"Harry, pay attention." Hermione hissed.
Harry blushed again and tried to push the poem out of his head.