Intro Alchemic path

Disclaimer: everybody knows they are not mine, 'cause they belong to each other - erm- to J.K. Rowlings.

Warnings: poetry, lack of periods if at the end of a verse (it's just my style), references to Muggle chemistry

Author's note: after reading "Rusted gold" by sweetfarthing I felt the urge to comfort her Draco and give him some hope. This obviously had to be done in Harry's voice. It started with the idea about materials that is now the cental core of my poem. Then it got longer and darker because Harry has his fair share of hard choiches. I hope it is anyway somewhat heart-lifting. As usual, reviews are loved.

Alchemic path

More than the Chosen One, I am Scar Head

for I will only live up to your choices

and if I'm bound with prophecies, you're free

to be anything you want, be everything

I'll ever react to. I will not fail you

Don't spill your sadness, do not wear despair

or ink designs diminishing your pride

Surrender's not an option. I'm the tool of salvation

never the Golden Boy, for gold's too tender

I shall be iron, and I will as such

hammer myself into the shape of Saviour

prepared to face the Darkness. You're the light

I will not sacrifice, the one who's precious

In your smouldering heat I shall be forged

and I swear by the elements, we'll win

...

iron

My mind is stubborn steel. I am not pure

in this alloy we melt. You are the carbon

giving me strength, the one that made life possible

and diamonds, for you're clearer under pressure

and the hardest of stones, and you do cut

iron

My heart is haematite, the bleeding red

heavy and dark and breakable, yet shiny

and you're the very air that oxidizes me

the oxygen I cannot breathe without

the only one allowing flames to burn

iron

My body is made of pyrite, the fool's gold

hard unpliable angles, hard to fuse

and I can only sparkle where you hit me

your paleness being the sulphur to complete me

for nobody but you can wield my fire

iron

I am the one whose soul will turn to rust

drenched in your tears, and flake away by pieces

till nothing shall remain but ruddy dust

for you are water, where I'll float forever

and every fluid you pour, I'd gladly drink

...

So I am iron. You're to be the blacksmith

the crucible, the mould, the flare, the bellows

and still you are the jewel and the hope

your eyes the roots of sapphires, your skin

the moon on fields of silvery delight

your hair a comet's tail, your name the stars

where my fate hides and where I laid my faith

Your lips are the true treasure of the sorcerer

for nothing but your kisses gives me life

I am the Boy-Who-Lived, once I survived

sheltered by love. I can do that again

keeping you unforfeited, save the world

return into your arms, and then if it's your wish

the philosopher's stone being your sweet mouth

iron no more, I shall be gold for you

...

and you, you will be Platinum, the One