A/N: Just a little poem that I thought of. I've been thinking about what Hermione once said about remorse, how the pain of it can kill you. So I've examined how five men deal with remorse of some kind. It's my first attempt at HP poetry. I hope you like it!

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"Ron: "Isn't there any way of putting yourself back together?"

Hermione: "Yes, but it would be excruciatingly painful… Remorse. You've got to really feel what you've done."

Chapter Six, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Page 103

Remorse: a strong sense of guilt

Accountable for someone's demise

The inner being begins to wilt

While watching life leave someone's eyes

The same thing, once again

He felt responsible for his death

He was protected by thirteen women and men

Yet one had to draw his last breath

"Constant vigilance" was his catchphrase

In his low, familiar growl

And they mourned for him that day

When he died along with the owl

Remorse: to feel deep shame

In the actions one has done

To realise one is actually to blame

To see what one has become

He found out his wife was with child

And he took it the wrong way

As the fear of his child being wild

Took his common sense away

Without warning, he had gone

Without so much as "goodbye"

It took this coward's friend's son

To make him go back by asking "why?"

Remorse: an expression of sorrow

To cling to one like a hair shirt

To be reminded today and tomorrow

To feel disgusted, to feel like dirt

Because what he did was unforgivable

Almost as bad as those curses

He just felt so miserable

Until at last he followed his urges

When he heard her say his name

And, God, he missed that voice

So he dithered and at last he came

It was certainly the best choice

Remorse: paying one's atonement

Trying to make amends

Saying sorry being one of the components

But it becomes too much between friends

There was no question of his treachery

That was, at least, crystal clear

He had wormed his way out cleverly

Out of disloyalty and fear

Yet he had prevented his death

He couldn't deny that

It was commanding him, his head

Yet with his own hand his life was sapped

Remorse: a powerful emotion

More than just a feeling

Not a spell, charm or potion

The only way of healing

He had already split his soul

Not just two, but seven parts

There was only one way to make it whole

This time, his enemy held the cards

He said, "try for some remorse!"

For the terrible things he had caused

His voice exuded near force

As he talked to this so-called "Lord"

He had a chance to feel guilt and shame

It was his ticket to stay alive

A chance to redeem his hated name

Yet he was the lone one of the five

To refuse to feel for what he'd done

He decided to remain disdainful

He couldn't feel sorry for what he'd become

Because that would be excruciatingly painful.

I hope you enjoyed that! Please review, I'm all ears for constructive criticism. Reviews are the only profit I get. :D

~Soraya~