
Four boys stand in a corridor,
All of them from Gryffindor.
Two of them very outgoing.
Two of them prefer just following.
One loves the sport of Quidditch.
One loves to play a variety of tricks.
One loves to read and study a lot.
One just likes to tag along.
All four of them very gifted guys.
Three of them are actually animagi.
One is considered to be a half-breed.
But his friends love him indeed.
For in the case of his "fury little problem",
They decided to change just for him.
Not too many had a liking to werewolves,
But these guys like breaking rules.
The Quidditch player was a Stag.
The prankster best suited a dog.
The tag along became a rat.
In thses forms they could still chat.
The four friends all completed school,
But three of them may have been fools.
For one of them had turned to Dark Magic.
Betrayed the friend who stood up for him, tragic.
His friend had been revealed out of hiding,
Right into the Dark Lord's Finding.
So came the end of the Marauders.
A tale of what seemed like four brothers.
(written August 27th, 2007)
Wonderful poetry. ;)
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