Lily's Eyes

I walk these halls, an empty shell,
just a wand without its core.
The Dark Mark I wear, a heavy weight
of the oath that I, once foolish, swore.

She is gone, forever beyond my reach,
her faith and trust, in me, betrayed.
So I'm left, alone, to serve her memory,
while my debt can never be repaid.

Now arriving with his cloak of fame
the "Boy Who Lived" has come at last.
He saunters in, all mock innocence,
wearing his father's face out of the past.

Yet when I confront, he does not flinch,
but meets my gaze with Lily's eyes.
Glowing green, like the light that took my heart,
a pain I'm condemned now, to disguise.

He watches and I cannot run,
can only stand and bear,
but how am I supposed to teach
under her accusing stare?