My Prison by allura mystique
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A dim smile
Caresses my lips
At the returning
Thoughts of my
First year on the run.
I’d hated being
Searched for by all,
And yet, didn’t
Realize it was
Better than what
I would be given
Later; better
Than what I have now.
So I forget...
Fall into, the
Euphoria
That had risen
In my chest
As I’d fled
That prison:
At long last,
My soul felt free.
Freer than it
Ever had been.
The open spaces,
And better yet
Soon gained
Again my friend–
Remus knew what
Peter was.
But that was only
The glorious start—
Harry knew,
He wanted to come
Live with me
As James had planned.
But good fortune
Never smiles long
Upon my
Dreary life.
The full moon’s curse,
Peter’s escape,
The Dementors,
And then Snape…
All added to
My need to run,
And leave Harry,
Yet again.
This new prison
Was now my
Being on the run.
I could only do
What was held in
The restraints
Of being a
Fugitive.
But it was better
Than the prisons
I had left before.
But the dark path
Only twisted bleaker,
As Voldemort returned.
I held Harry’s
Shoulder tight,
To free him from this
Was all that I yearned.
A change was needed,
That was plain to see.
But I could not tell
That the change
Would go so
Horribly for me.
Cast aside,
Again I was
Held within
The house I’d
So willing left,
So openly fought.
I’d worked so hard
To escape the truth
Of my family chains.
The iron clad links
Of being a Black
Had never let
Me be set free.
They had only
Loosened, and now,
They were back
Upon me.
Held within this
Godforsaken house.
Held within
The memories
Of my parents’
Shadows that still
Seem to dance
Across the walls.
My mother’s
Melancholy shrieks
Now seem to be
The song of my soul–
Screaming deep
Within me, shouting
For escape.
I suddenly receive
My reason
To break free,
Though my heart
Seems to stop
In my chest
At the danger...
The danger is
Now important
To me–
The danger
My godson has
Thrust himself upon–
The Department
Of Mysteries...
I could not see
Then that I
Had been the pawn.
So I again
Present myself
With the exit
From my misery.
I again allow
Myself to
Be set free.
I follow
The Order,
I won’t take
No for an answer,
Won’t listen when
They beg me to stay.
My godson, Harry...
The only thoughts
On my mind....
To help him,
Who I have come
To see as
Even more
Than a son.
I won’t allow,
I won’t permit
Anything to
Happen to
Harry again.
I failed with James,
Gave him to Death...
I will not do
The same for Harry.
So I act on impulse,
As I have
Always done.
I act on impulse
To save my
Only godson.
I arrive at the
Department,
As the pattern
Completes its turn.
Impulses landed
Me in my prisons,
And impulse had
Led me here.
I begin to fight,
Fearing only
The lives of the
Innocents.
I begin to fight,
Not fearing,
Never fearing,
The worst fate
That I could meet.
I hear my cousin,
Turn to her,
Eager to defeat.
I hold out my wand,
Shouting insults,
Ignoring the veil
That hangs below me.
I ignore the veil
That holds so many,
Suspended
On the dias.
I ignore the veil,
And bravely fight,
Not knowing then,
Not seeing until
It was too late,
That I had arrived
At my new prison.