Slender Plan

[plumapen]

I woke up with this poem in mind yesterday; submitted it to this month's poetry challenge at immeritus.

Title: Slender Plan
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Character: Sirius
Warnings: N/A
Spoilers: PoA
Constructive Criticism?: Concrit is always welcome
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and his world do not belong to me. No money is being made. No harm is intended. Can I play more please?



Slender Plan

So softly his hair
fell forward across
his grey eye, hiding
the humor and hatred
harbored within.
A slender shadow blocked
the other, bewildering
the blundering Minister.

"May I, sir?" he asked.
"Crosswords content me --
The Prophet may bring
some pleasure."
Smiling serenely, he sauntered
back to the void, paper in hand.

Peter! Impossible!
Peter peered at him,
perched perilously atop
a boy's shoulder.

A student -- same age.
At Hogwarts.

At Hogwarts plotting!
Plotting against Harry!

He must help him --
but how?

Pacing, pounding, stopping,
thinking, transfiguring himself
into Padfoot,
he prowled the void.

Must plan. Must plot.
Must stop Peter.

Padding lightly across,
the sable soul-suckers stood
guard outside. Slowly,
slender Padfoot slipped
through the bars.

The black dog pranced past
demons and dementors and
out of doors.

He could help Harry.

He must.