(Just now made this up and I'm quite pleased)

The blackened sea ruffled by the wind,
the emerald stars illuminated by the sun.
The healing fault line marring the surface
Of a world torn by love and evil.

Floating above the castle tiers,
like a cloud upon the wisps of wind,
slowly, serenely gliding at one moment,
or torrenting like raging storm the next.

The bravery passed down in the soul,
of one with a lineage of power and compassion.
The love flowing eternally through the veins,
of one protected by the deepest magics.

The dreading heart that knows soon,
all dangers will arise and be confronted.
The hopes that all he love will live,
and the knowledge that only he can save them.

Harry Potter.