Just a little poem to describe what Harry has to do at 4. Privet Drive.
It's Cold...
It's cold out here
Gotta finish the work
Paint the fence, clean the car
Or no going inside the house
It's cold in here
There's no fire in my cupboard
Be silent, no noise
Or no getting outside the cupboard for the freak
It's cold in there
Gotta make dinner perfect
Cook and boil proper
Or no food for the freak
It's cold out there
Gotta clean the whole house
Wipe and polish everything
Or no going outside the house for the freak
It's cold on there
Gotta hide from the people
Make no noise and stay outside
Or no light of day for the freak
It's cold in my heart
Gotta pray every night
Make so someone'll take me away
Or no survival for the freak
This is just a another little poem decribing Harry's home life. I think I might do one or two describing the relationships with people he has in his life.
I think I'll cover the following people and then I might do Hogwarts .v. Privet Drive.
Vernon, Petunia, Dudley, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George, Ginny, Mrs and Mr Weasley, Dumbledore and Snape and Draco.