Severus Snape

Nobody has ever looked in his heart,

nobody has ever said: Come back!

Nobody trusts him,

nobody forgives him,

nobody is with pleasure in his society,

this loneliness is already nearly like custody.

If they meet him on the way,

it is already almost like compulsion:

they take split, flee and shudder with horror.

Even the Death Eaters have no trust,

he would just sometimes clear out already.

Simply go where he wants,

simply act in such a way as if it was a game.

Disappearance, it would miss him anybody.

However, something says to him,

this does not pass this knowledge to him,

it would be so easy then to shut to the people,

and to ask them, to implore even, to trust him, to forgive him, to take up him again in her rows.

However, nevertheless, just, there is one: and completely taller like anybody:

Albus trusts him, Albus forgives him.

Albus wishes, he is with him.

Albus says: Come back.

Albus has looked in his heart,

saw his pain, it has mended,

was always sent into raptures in his society.

Has tried to rehabilitate him, already nearly on all fours.

The man in black is not alone, because the mask of bad is even feignedly.

A/N: This one I wrote definetly bevor DH, hope, you like this. Original ist a German Poetry.