rizzlewrites

Here is the poem it its entirety.

Magic always rules, my dull-witted Muggle friend," Draco said. "We've just been content to let you lot think you've been running the show all this while."

"Granger, some lights burn brighter than others, and it's a unique kind of happiness to be around that. The best of us feed that light and our reward is to continue to enjoy its glow.

may not be the homicidal maniac in this story, but make no mistake, I am not Harry Potter. So I suggest you disabuse yourself of any foolish notion of my redemption," he said. "If I had the means to do it, I would take you from this place whether you wished to go or not. I would leave your friends. I would leave Zabini and his little boy. I would abandon the chance of creating a cure. And I would do this without a second glance back, without a second thought. I would see this entire fleet sunk to the bottom of the sea, with innocent Muggle women and children, and all our fellow wizarding citizens still aboard. I would do that if it meant we could walk away, unconditionally. These are my priorities. I am not Amarov, but that does not make me one of you. I will never be one of you."

will wade out

till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers

I will take the sun in my mouth

and leap into the ripe air

Alive

with closed eyes

to dash against darkness

in the sleeping curves of my body

Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery

with chasteness of sea-girls

Will i complete the mystery

of my flesh

I will rise

After a thousand years

lipping

flowers

And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

want you away from me," he seethed. "I want to not have to think about you, to not be distracted by the myriad horrors that can befall you at any moment. You are like an open wound that I cannot heal, an illness I cannot recover from. You make me weak. I cannot be weak in this place, Granger. It will get us both killed."

Internal conflict can be a powerful catalyst for change."

If you kept busy, the grief had trouble tracking you down and overtaking you.

Hope can put doubt in the heart of zealots and it can make strong men weak, because it makes them dare to care.

no one can hurt you when you're already dead