My Name is Harry Potter

My name is Harry Potter.

Shattered Dreams

Crystal splinters

I have lived through war and fear, pain and grief.

Of forgotten hopes

And ancient plans

I have seen my best friends die in front of my eyes.

Waiting for someone

To remember them

I have watched my world fall.

And pick up the thoughts

And sift through the memories

I have watched the sky turn black with smoke and flame.

Of long-ago battles

And distant wars

I have seen the grass wither under an onslaught of war.

The sounds of screaming

The smell of blood

I have seen my worst fears.

And the sight of crimson

Spattered on the floor

I have seen my deepest desires.

The gentle weeping

Of a grief-wracked mother

I have heard my most buried memory.

The loud sobs

Of abandoned children

I have loved.

The explosions in mid-air

The desperately running people

I have hated.

Fighting to escape

Their war-torn city

I have stood by, helpless as others died for me.

The hate and jealously

Thick in the smog

I have watched, impassive, as my family was tortured.

That was once clean air

Now polluted and dirty

I have seen a man blind to all that was happing.

And if someone

Would find the memories

I have watched the same man have his soul sucked out.

And realize what we had done

Perhaps they would be saved

I have defied death seven times over.

From the anguish and horror of war

If only they could find

I have killed a man.

The crystal splinters

And the long-abandoned

My name is Harry Potter.

Shattered Dreams

And today I die.

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Harry stood in the middle of the rain, revelling in the cool feeling against his skin. He would go against Voldemort now, at the Eve of Beltane. When, one year ago, Voldemort had openly declared war by killing the Weasleys. The rain feels so nice, so clean and pure. His thoughts flew back to a poem he had read once.

The earth is crying

Gently weeping

Tears of turquoise rain

Falling from the heavens

Dropping on the ground

And covering her with grief

At the war and jealousy

At the senseless hate

And needless killing

Glass tears adorning the grass

And waving trees

By streams of crystal water

Her sadness blanketing the skies

With heavy blue-grey cloud

That blocks the sunlight

Rays of her joyous smile

That is missing today

And she grieves

For all that was lost

And thrown away carelessly

What could have been paradise

Now a ruin of pollution

And war

No more will she sing happily

Through the gentle voices

And nor will the green grass bend

Under a caressing wind

For today she weeps

The earth cries silently

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He stood, in the middle of the battlefield, Voldemort's corpse in front of him. He swayed, and slowly collapsed forwards as the poisoned dagger was driven into his back. The silver-handed Death Eater scurried away. Behind him, green eyes stared skywards, blank for eternity.

I'm not living

I'm existing

In a world

Where the colours

Fade and Blend

Like dropping

Blood

Into water

And waiting

And the Darkness

Swirls and Bleeds

Into the

World

I now inhabit

A barren plain

An empty ocean

No one but the

Shadows

And they taunt me

And jeer at me

And hate me

Why do I

Stay here

In this dark Netherworld

Where light does not

Exist

Except in

My dreams and then

It hovers out

Of reach

Like my Sanity

Always there

But not there

And I don't live

I exist