He used to be so carefree,
A prankster to the core;
He was locked away in Azkaban,
What is justice for?
The rat whose fault it truly was,
Slipped away into the night;
And he was left to take the blame,
Whatever happened to what's right?

Then one day he got away,
His thoughts bent on revenge;
He wished to make the bastard pay,
He had two long dead friends to avenge.
But more important than all that,
Was the godson he never really knew;
He wished he could give him a home,
And they could both start up anew.

Then darkness rose once again,
From bone and flesh and blood;
Before he ever had the chance,
To once again find love.
The Dark Lord planned an evil trick,
His godson he meant to kill;
He fought that day unto his death,
Then slipped behind the veil.