The orphan at Christmas, he stares at the stones
That mark where his parents lie
With all that he’s lost, and now almost alone
He still does not know why
But the friend of his boyhood, she stands at his side
Which freezing quickened breath
And they read, in the battle that they’ve still to fight
The last
To be conquered
Is death
Harry Potter!!!!!! 🙌 🙌
love the poem btw 😉 😛