A/N: Ok I need some more words to make the submission long enough, so I hope you enjoy my first ever attempt at a Rondeau. And I greatly appreciate feedback. :)
All Hallow’s Eve, a night of woe,
When nightmares creep, haunting winds blow
Through shattered lives, desperate pleas,
And remnants of what used to be,
Before their deaths those years ago.
Young Harry had no chance to know
The parents who had loved him so.
Another one they’d never see,
All Hallow’s Eve.
But always did the orphan grow,
Despite the cunning of his foes,
To be the hero, fast and free,
Avenge his parents’ memory,
And mend that night, that dreadful low,
All Hallow’s Eve.