Trying to forget the great war, the new one, 
                              
I would not have saddled him with such a burden,
                              
Dumbledore did with his damn prophecy that was fulfilled.
                              
Harry won the war, but still lost. I wish we can remove his pain.
                              
RON
                              
My near-father, do you know the cause of his distress?
                              
JAMES POTTER
                              
I neither know it nor can I convince him to tell me.
                              
RON
                              
Have you tried him by any other means?
                              
JAMES POTTER
                              
Both by myself, his mother and many other friends:
                              
But he, his own mental counselor,
                              
He is to himself--I will not say how true--
                              
But so secret and so close,
                              
He drifts, sorrow and pain in his heart,
                              
He cannot connect to us, so perhaps you will try?
                              
You are not just an Auror, you are his best friend,
                              
His brother that he never had, will you try?
                              
If we could but learn from whence his sorrows grow.
                              
We would as willingly give cure as know.
                              


                              
Enter HARRY
                              


                              
RON
                              
See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
                              
I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
                              
JAMES POTTER
                              
I would be so happy for thy attempt,
                              
You will hear true confession. Come, Lily, let's away.
                              


                              
Exeunt JAMES POTTER and LILY POTTER
                              


                              
RON
                              
Good-morrow, mate.
                              
HARRY
                              
Is the day so young?
                              
RON
                              
But the hour has struck nine.
                              
HARRY
                              
Ay me! sad hours seem long.
                              
Was that my father that went hence so fast?
                              
RON
                              
It was. What sadness lengthens Harry's hours?
                              
HARRY
                              
Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
                              
RON
                              
In love?
                              
HARRY
                              
Out--
                              
RON
                              
Of love?
                              
HARRY
                              
Yes, where I am in love. But she is gone.
                              
RON
                              
Alas, love, so gentle in the beginning,
                              
But so traitorous and rough in the end!