This is a poem about the four marauders. And, yes, a little about Harry too. Please note that the characters and plot is not mine, as much as I would like that, but JK Rowling's. Please make nice comment only, and make corrections and suggestions. Thank you for reading this, and PLEASE make a note at the bottom- how do you like it?
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THE MARAUDERS
Four stood up
Against the night
One was killed
One took flight.
Padfoot then turned
Against his friend
The three left were split
And this wasn’t the end.
Then the one evil
Who had split the four
Broke apart
And fell to the floor.
Wormtail was trapped
Between good and bad
Moony wasn’t sure
To be angry or sad.
His friends had all left
One was hidden
One had been killed
And one was in prison.
Then, miraculously,
Padfoot made an ascape,
Came back to his friend
His godson and his fate.
Two marauders united
With the son of Prongs
While Voldemort planned
To finish his wrongs.
They captured Wormtail
And found who was right
They ment to put him in prison,
But again he took flight.
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to be continued
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