Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and never will. Thought the poem up myself.
Harry looked excidedly at everything. This was the first time he had been on a boat let alone a steam boat on the ocean. He looked over at his who was practically glaring at the ocean ahead of them.
"A-are you mad about something?" asked Harry meakly wondering if his father was still mad about them almost getting caught while they were walking to get to the docks. Harry had tried to keep a 'low profile' as his 'father' had instructed him to but it was all so interesting. People were appearing and dissapearing and they were all dressed so strangly. Needless to say that constant moving of Harry's head had gotten somne attention. They barely made it and Peter had looked like he was ready to strangle Harry right then and there.
"No son, it's just that I made a vow to myself never to return to this pkace but now I suppose that I have no choice in the matter. Do you remember what you are to say when we reach the island." Said Peter changing the subject
"How do you Grammy Parallaxia, how do you do Aunt Margaretta, you look well. Good day cousin Persephone hope you get well soon." Said Harry monotoniously
"Good boy, but pronounce it aunt not ant."
"Why?"
"You want the grandmother to like you right?" Harry nodded yes "Then enounciate."
"What?"
"Pronounce it correctly. Oh god I'm going back to my old speech patterns."
"What?"
"I used to be very artuculate as a child, all Remordians are."
"Remordian?"
"It means you're from Remordiere, the island."
"Oh, I understand."
"We're here." Said Peter simply as he pointed to an island barely visibly throught the thick fog that incased it. Harry struggled to see over the railing of the ships deck. Peter gave him a boost so he could see over the top of the railing.
"Remember ,my child."
"Of a time long ago."
"Befor electricity."
"And the telephone."
"Remember my child."
"Of a time long ago."
"Of a class system."
"Keeping you on top."
"And them down."
"Remember my child." Finished Peter as he continued to stare straight forward oblivious to Harry's staring.
"That was pretty, where'd you hear that?"
"It's a Remordierian poem passed down from the first generations to settle this island." Said Peter as the ship docked. "Come along Harry we have quite a bit of walking to do since the carriges don't run at this hour.
Please review! Did you guys like the poem, I got a B+ on it.