Kill the Spare

“Kill the spare,” says the cold voice,
The servant has to, he has no choice,
A flash of green hits his head,
He falls to the floor, and he knows he is dead.

“Kill the spare,” repeats the agonised cry,
“He was slaughtered by the bad guy,
He asked me to bring his body back here,
When his ghost did appear.”

“Kill the spare,” sobs the distraught dad,
Everyone is quiet. Everyone is sad.
The howls of his father ring out through the night,
He looks into his eyes that are without sight.

“Kill the spare,” snorts the angry, sad man,
Who lost his son years ago and now thinks he can
Turn back the time to stop the death of his boy,
And thinks he can use a Time-Turner like some kind of toy.

“Kill the spare,” thinks Albus, “kill the spare,”
“Scorpius, my friend, how is that fair?”
“We can steal the Time-Turner on our own,”
So they set out on their journey, all alone…