A poem from Angelina Johnson to George, after Fred died. And another, from Ginny to Harry.

Catch You

You're holding onto the edge,
And you're scared to fall,
You're worried no one will,
Catch you.

But I'm standing below you,
My arms spread apart,
Waiting for someone to catch,
I'm there.

We are both at the edge,
I never wanted this at all,
Death has taken it's fill,
I'll catch us both.

There's something we need to do,
And it's not to forget his heart,
But to move on and see a new match,
I'm there.

Day-Dream

Your my daydream,
That happens in the night,
As well,
I'm that annoying,
Little girl.

Your my balance beam,
Seeing you makes things all right,
Do tell,
If you think I'm an annoying,
Little girl.

Ron says I need to grow up,
Hermione says to get over you,
Cho's your girl now,
And I'm that little sister,
Please say something.

I stare at you over my cup,
What ever the weather, gray or blue,
I need to bow, [out]
I'm just that little sister,
Please say something!