The Sugar Quill
Author: AngelStar88  Story: Thoughts  Chapter: Default
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The distribution of this story is for personal use only. Any other form of distribution is prohibited without the consent of the author.


A/N: This is my first fan fiction; it is a short story/poem. It takes place on what my interpretation of what happened on that Halloween night and it goes up to the present. It is as the title says, thoughts. The thoughts are from Lily, James, Sirius, Dumbledore, Harry, and a couple of other people. None of the characters are mine, I'm only guessing their thoughts, so don't sue me. Trust me, I have nothing that you'd want. This is dedicated to my best friend.


By: AngelStar88

He came for us tonight,

The rat must have told him.

That didn't matter,

I had to save them- both of them.

I can't let them die,

Especially not Harry.

He has to fulfill his destiny,

It can't be done if he doesn't have the chance.

He took James from me,

I won't let him take Harry.

The war isn't over yet.

We still have a chance,

A chance to win,

A chance to make a difference.

There's too much good in the world,

It will stop him.

And it'll begin with me.

My best friends are gone,

It was my fault.

I should have been the Secret-Keeper,

And now they're gone.

I saw him in a bundle of blankets,

My godson.

He survived,

He had lived.

I picked him up,

I promised him that I would get the rat that had done this to him.

He looks just like James,

But he's got a lot of Lily in him.

I can see it in the eyes.

The dementors really hurt him-

He hears them.

I just hope teaching him to ward them off helps.

He also has a lot of James in him too,

The patronus was Prongs.

My godson,

It's been 13 years since I last saw you.

You fly just like your father,

And have the instincts of your mother,

Act first and ask later.

I've finally come to fulfill my promise-,

The filthy rat,

He framed me,

And I had to pay for his crime.

I swore I would do this,

But I pray that you believe me,

Please let him believe me.

Everyone knows him as the Boy Who Lived,

I don't.

I remember the first train-ride to Hogwarts

We were both in our first year,

We met Hermione there too,

I didn't want to be in the same house as her.

It was Harry who found the way to save her,

And he saved Ginny.

I know him as my best friend,

The one I beat in chess.

He's never had any family,

He's like a brother to me,

Part of my family.

He doesn't ask to be famous,

I think that's probably it might reminds him of the one thing in the world he doesn't have-,

His parents.

I remember when we met,

He had no idea about who he truly was.

He still doesn't know,

I hope does learn, who is and who he'll become.

He's my best friend,

They both are.

Ever since our first encounter with the troll.

They both came to rescue me-,

Well after they locked me in with it.

He's got the weight of the world on his shoulders,

I just hope one day he realizes how special he is.

The Dark Lord has risen again,

And this time he will not win.

He shall never win,

As long as there are people who'll stand up to Him.

It will be up to our next generation,

They will conquer over Him.

There's been too much pain,

And He has caused it.

Neville Longbottom,

Will never know how great his parents were.

Susan Bones,

Shall never know who she truly is.

Cedric Digory,

We'll never know he could have been.

Harry Potter,

Will never know how proud he's made his parents.

It seemed every year he got in trouble,

But in the end he always managed to get out of it,

And end up in the hospital wing.

When they called my name for the Tri-Wizards Tournament,

I was pretty excited.

Then I saw him walk through the door,

We all thought he was there to deliver a message.

It turned out that he was in the tournament,

At first,

Everyone thought that he did it for the attention.

I wasn't quite sure.

At first, everyone thought that he did it for attention.

I wasn't quite sure.

During the final task in the graveyard,

I saw him again.

I asked if he would take my body back,

It was then I realized,

The reason he was the Boy Who Lived,

He took on Voldemort by himself.

And he kept his word,

He brought my body back to my family.

We watch over him everyday,

He's made us proud.

He's done more than we thought.

But he's seen too much evil,

We know he's destined for great things,

But most of all,

We know that we love him.

I don't know why I'm the Boy Who Lived,

I never asked for it.

There's only one thing I want:

My parents,

And I can't have that.

But I can avenge their death,

I'll get Voldemort,

And I'll stop Him.

I won't let him get away with it,

And I won't be alone this time.

I'll have all good magic there on my side.

But most of all I'll have,

Ron, Hermione, Sirius, and Professor Lupin and Dumbledore.

And I'll also have my parents watching over me.

The End

Disclaimer: None of this is mine. I'm not sure, but I heard somewhere that Susan Bones is the granddaughter of the Bones that Hagrid told Harry about in the first book. Again none of this is mine, kinda sad, but hey I'm over it. Hope you liked it.


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