Er... 5 second poem following, bu I think it wil be good...

He walks the school
and helps the needy.
He may be richer,
but he's not greedy.
He'll give away his bags of gold,
to create secrets, yet untold.
Though he lives so hard,
he tries his best.
A Gryffindor as the rest.
That curious scar,
his emerald eyes.
His snowy owl
that soars the skies.
I love him so,
though he cant know.
I salute you...
Now I must go...