I have decided that we all need a break from the depressing fics that have resulted from HbP. This one has to do with PoA, though it might be just as depressing. It is my fifth poem posted on this website, though. I have others in Phantom of the Opera and Artemis Fowl. This is just a little idea I had one night when I was dying to write something to post. HP is a big fandom, so I wasn't sure if this idea was taken or not, but decided to post it anyway. Teehee, I love writing poetry. Thirty lines!

I'm going to post this one-shot, write my Lily/James story called One Week, and go back to writing Artemis Fowl and Moulin Rouge for a while. But I may post more assorted one-shots every once in a while.

Does everyone really think Snape is bad? Dumbledore doesn't seem the type to plead for his life. What if Snape and Dumbledore had it planned, and Dumbledore plead to make sure Snape went through with the plan. Dumbledore will be Dumbledore, always thinking about some greater purpose. Don't scoff; I think it's a reasonable idea.

Summary: What if the Shrieking Shack could talk? What would it say about the 'danger' that comes to it every month? Would it feel pity, or hate? Poem; in the era of MWPP.

Disclaimer: I don't own HP. JKR does.

A Werewolf's Home

There are many secrets held in this room

One man's curiosity could be another's doom

Gashes and scratches litter up the wall

But what could be behind it all?

Overturned tables quietly sigh

Of a dangerous beast and how they wish it would die

Broken chairs moan from their place on the floor

Of the monster that hurts and craves for more

But the shattered mirror objects that claim

And says the poor creature is filled with disdain

The window that pictures the moon is first to agree

That its kindness lies deeper then the eye can see

The mantelpiece says it's what they all should avoid

It will hurt them, any past kindness is void

The blood-stained ground disagrees with the shelf

And mentions the only one he hurt was himself

The overused door inquires to the beast's friends

They are always there to tie up the loose ends

The clock speaks up and mentions that when it is day,

The 'monster' they all speak of goes away

The ceiling concurs and says all that remains

Is a lost young boy, filled with many pains

The worn couch's fluff is filled up with pity

(For the creature; he's the subject of this ditty)

And while the Shack really has mixed feelings

Of this animal's many dealings

The truth remains, that once a month he comes

And when the pain is so much that he succumbs

The Shrieking Shack shares in his ache

Being a werewolf's home isn't a piece of cake.