Oh these are all good poems I could never write nething like that- I'm so jealous but hey I'll try.

Once upon a mournful night,
the friends of four became the three,
ones fate was gone,
the other to flee,
one was left confused but spared,
another cast to sea,
it was to Azkaban he went,
he was both brave and true.

A boy was cast a shadow,
no parents had he,
the one who spoilt his dear life,
was a git a man-
called Pettigrew.

No one understood this act,
of cowerdess and plea,
but Voldermort has risen,
his powers back and all,
but we all know this already that he is fated to fall.

hope you like it- its long I know but its the best I can do- its bad eh