In the head of a mad man…
By Andrea
As I sit here, in my stone cold cell,
I watch creatures float by, creatures from hell.
I know I’m innocent, I tell myself that,
I swear I didn’t do it! It was the rat!
That rat of a man, Pettigrew, betrayed Lily and James,
And I, the labeled ‘mad man’, considered deranged,
Am the only one, who hasn’t lost my mind.
Then again, I am not of their kind…
Death Eaters, most of them. Bloodlines similar to mine,
But I fear we are all running out of time.
I know Pettigrew’s still out there, that rat…
I know I’ll find him and get him back…
The question remains, how to break from this rock?
Most of my strength’s left me… I’m rooted to this spot.
No man’s broken from Azkaban, but I must try…
I’ll be the first one, it’ll happen tonight!
Being an animagus will help, the dementors don’t know…
They’ll open up my cell, and out I will stow…
I’ll swim across the ocean, to England I’ll walk;
It’s a really good thing that I am an animagus dog.
The plan’s coming together; things are beginning to look
great,
But the dementors are coming again and it is getting late…
As coldness sweeps through me, I begin to transform,
And away from my little spot I am torn.
Out the door and off the rock, I leap into the sea,
Another question pops up, as to where Peter may be…
Yes, that newspaper I borrowed from Fudge!
Peter is staying as a rat, and he hasn’t changed much…
That wizarding family with five boys and a girl,
They have kept the one that broke Harry’s world.
Ah, Harry, I wonder how you are today,
I wish we would never have to meet this way…