Smell fresh air       

                              my mother had died to give me freedom

     It was carefully planned

Nobody would ever know

                                           I was growing stronger

                                                                              I

was almost myself again

outside of his control                                           It was

                        a deep sleep

                        I had not been

                                                          frightened of heights

                    you bad boy

     Death eaters

                       never suffered for my master. They

turned their backs      They were not enslaved,as I was

 free to seek 

                                                            me. My mind 

was clear                             I was angry.