The Magic Lives On

I was browsing through some of my favourite HP fanfictions the other day and I realized how some of the very best happen to be about the next generation. It is heart-warming to see that though the book series has ended, the story has not. 

The Magic Above All

The root of all magic,
from which stem the rest,
to branch out in all directions,
is the magic oldest and best.

From which all originate,
and which can defeat them all,
this magic is one that even Muggles have,
whether in quantities big or small.

Deep within the heart of hearts,
this power lies, brimming.
It's why we laugh, and why we cry,
and what makes our life worth living.

It is why Harry, though in close contact
with the Dark Lord's mind, did never turn evil;
And why Hermione's, though deserted by Ron,
in helping Harry, did her fill.

It's why Severus defied the Dark Lord
and continued to help the fair side,
and why Lily stood in front of her son
in a desperate attempt to protect him, and died.

Dumbledore's favorite solution to
all that is hateful and worrying ;
To all the evil that infects our world,
this magic can be healing.

It is what sends people to God's abode, above.
It is what You-Know-Who lacked,
It is the ability to love.

Long Time, No See...

Hello Everyone!
I'm cowering beneath my working table right now, hoping you are not going to exterminate me for not posting since the December of last year. I am sincerely sorry for my long absence , and I have no excuses good enough to abandon potterheads such as yourselves. I can only ask humbly for your forgiveness.
I hope you are looking forward to more poems, because I certainly have some in store for you.

The Greater Good

Under The Beech Tree

Under the wizened beech tree
protected from the sun,
while a breeze blows wild and free,
it's impossible to stay glum.
Countless memories
hidden away
into the dark
beneath the
dark brown surface
of the tree's rough bark.
Where snivellus was bullied
by the seeker
of Gryffindor
and Evans told him,
his behaviour,
she did deplore.
Under the ancient beech tree
where sunlight dances on the waves,
and the giant squid's tentacles
you can see,
rising out of the black lake.
Green, glossy leaves
of home comfort
shade you from evil glare,
and under those tiny wisps of happiness
no misfortune to attack you, would dare.
Where Ron sat running his hand
through his vibrant,
red hair.
Showing off about how he
didn't let the quaffle
into his lair.
Above the ginormous
tree of beech,
which signifies for students,
a place of fun,
a beautiful blue is visible,
mortally out of reach,
lit up by the spectacle
of a deeply golden sun.
Ancient roots
from an olden era
tell of a solution
invisible to the eye.
One whose future,
lies within the past;
like the snaking roots,
which deep within lie.
Where after Dumbledore's funeral,
the trio
decided to continue
on the dangerous path that
their mentor had left them.
A decision which,
they wouldn't rue.

Haunters of Hogwarts

What was that sudden
chill I felt?
Like I had just been doused
with cold water?
Oh, it was just an old ghostie
heading past me,
towards the table of food
with a saunter.
But oh poor ghostie,
he tries to bite and sup
but his teeth and tract are translucent,
Oh, lucky for us!
For no one wants to see
wine sloshing through his innards
and have him spoiling our dinner
by seeing him masticating
those delicious treacle tarts.
Dear sir Nicholas De Mimsy Porpington,
could not join the headless hunt.
He was nearly headless, but not quite
because the acre with which he was beheaded , was blunt.
The fat monk was a merry old soul,
and a merry old soul was he,
the imprint of a departed soul
and the Hufflepuff ghostie.
The ghostie grey lady
was Helena Ravenclaw when alive.
She stole her mother's diadem
in order to make herself more wise.
It was the Bloody Baron
who killed her
in Albania's wild forests
and now he wears chains
as an act of penitence.
The clanking noise made by them,
is a sound everyone detests.
She moans, she groans,
she is the worst of them all.
Moaning Myrtle who haunts the toilets
and lives in the S-bend of a stall.
So if you ever feel
a sudden shiver up your spine,
just think of those creepy haunters
who cannot drink or dine.

The Weasley Twins

Only three owls each,
but priceless brains
which thought of brilliant stuff,
which was looked upon with disdain.
From their scornful mother
cunningly hid,
so she does not of all
their creations get rid.
Basic Blaze Boxes and Deflagration Deluxe
would easily drive Dr. Filibuster out of a job.
Fever Fudge, Blood Blisterpod and others
that teachers of their students rob.
Clever concoctions and
sarcastic, humourous minds
endeavouring and achieving knowledge
of Hogwarts most secret finds.
Mischief they do make,
for that is their calling;
And numerous times in the day
does the bell of their shop ring.
Oh! It's another customer
who winded his way through Diagon Alley
just to find some Nosebleed Nougats
which are all sold out, sadly.