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Moony;
Worn and grey,
Withered before his time.
Wolf he becomes,
But not of his choosing.
Wormtail;
Silent and dark,
Stolen from the path.
Rat to his nature,
Rotten to the bone.
Padfoot;
Loyal and Pure,
Placed with the lion.
The grim in apperance,
Vanished beyond the vail.
Prongs;
Free and winded,
Seeking from year one.
The stag his mark,
Betrayed by a thoughtless friend.
Their friendship is legend,
Unseen in the passages of hogwarts.
Passed have two,
All soon to the lost,
In the passages of eternal time.
Worn and grey,
Withered before his time.
Wolf he becomes,
But not of his choosing.
Wormtail;
Silent and dark,
Stolen from the path.
Rat to his nature,
Rotten to the bone.
Padfoot;
Loyal and Pure,
Placed with the lion.
The grim in apperance,
Vanished beyond the vail.
Prongs;
Free and winded,
Seeking from year one.
The stag his mark,
Betrayed by a thoughtless friend.
Their friendship is legend,
Unseen in the passages of hogwarts.
Passed have two,
All soon to the lost,
In the passages of eternal time.
Literature
A Morning with the Marauders
"POTTER, GET OUT OF BED OR I'LL DRAG YOU OUT BY YOUR STUPID HAIR!"
Sirius was not a morning person.
"TOUCH MY HAIR AND I'LL SEND YOU TO THE GREAT HALL WITH YOUR TAIL BETWEEN YOUR LEGS!"
James loved mornings. As long as they were spent in bed, of course.
"COME ON THEN, YOU SPECCY GIT, HAVE A GO!"
"GLADLY, IF I WEREN'T AT RISK OF FLEAS!"
"I'LL SHOVE YOUR BLOODY ANTLERS UP YOUR ARSE!"
Remus and Peter were once impartial, but had acquired particular disdain for mornings after not experiencing a quiet one in six years.
"Sirius, put your wand down, you've already got a week of detentions from Saturday." Remus warned as he adjusted his tie.
Literature
Fred Never Left George
Here I am, sitting on our bed at home. Yes, I still call it our bed. How are you, Fred? I'm doing well now, I guess. I took your advice. I've never felt happier this year.
We planned our future the night before you left me. We were going to share a mansion and our kids would be best friends, remember? We were supposed to chase each other using wheelchairs when we became old and grew white hair. I'm sure you would still admit that you were better looking.
They tell me I barely ate for weeks. The hunger is nothing compared to the pain of losing you. When I look in the mirror, sometimes I wonder if it's you I'm looking at. But it can't
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Another poem about the four Marauders from Harry Potter;
Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything along those lines.
Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything along those lines.
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the padfoot one, so deep. why