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.

Diagon Alley

In the London marketplace,
if you're not a muggle ;
To locate the Leaky Cauldron,
you won't have to struggle.
Tom the innkeeper
and his dingy, crowded pub.
For wizards, witches, hogs and vampires,
It is a common hub.
Pumpkin juice, butterbeer, firewhisky,
take your picks.
Then go to the backyard
and tap the bricks.
Sit back and
watch them unravel,
a gateway to a magical place
that has things to make you marvel.
The apothecary for all
your potion needs.
Beetle eyes and lizard tongues,
stuff that gives you the creeps.
Eeylops owl emporium
with barn, tawn, black and snowy owls
and cages and nuts
for these wise and useful fowls.
Quality Quidditch Supplies,
with all the latest things;
Brooms, safety equipment,
bludgers, quaffles and snitches with wings.
Flourish and Blotts'
for all your bookish needs,
stacked with leather- bound pages,
a haven for someone who loves to read.
Florean Fortescue's
Ice- Cream parlour,
Sitting in the sunshine
and eating with ardour.
Madame Malkin's Robes,
both casual and formal.
Tucked with pins,
till their size is normal.
The Menagerie,
with plentiful cats.
Owls and toads,
and skipping rats.
The great Gringotts,
with its columns tall and white.
It's golden treasure guarded by goblins
speaks of the wizarding banks' might.
Tap the bricks
and to the inn again,
where you fill your stomach
till you can't eat another grain.
 

T.G.I. weekends

We throw ourselves upon the beds
and exhale a sigh of ecstasy.
For though our sore kinds ache and hurt,
tonight it's okay to be lazy.
We recall with distaste
all those lessons which were boring,
and before we are aware of our drooping eyelids,
we are lying there, snoring.
We dream of saturdays
and of waking up late,
and playing wizards' chess
by the warm grate.
Of knitting hats and socks
to free the ungrateful elves,
and of going through fat books
on the various library shelves.
We dream of snowball fights,
and of trips to Hagrid's cottage,
of buying sugar quills
that are all the latest rage.
We dream of taking revenge on Peeves
in some ingenious way.
" Please make this weekend go ever so slowly"
we all pray.

Deceptive Divination

Crystal balls tell one's future,
Or do they?
You don't know what might happen in the next hour,
let alone the next day.
Though one's tea leaves
may tell one to die,
Don't think it's time yet
to say your goodbye.
Just chuck them in the bin,
where they rightly belong.
Most of these predictions
are usually wrong.
No matter how short you discover your life line is,
after doing palmistry,
don't let a few etchings on your skin
define your life's story.
If celestial bodies go to war
and Saturn and Neptune cross,
let them be ,for after all,
it's theirs, and not humanity's loss.
Dreams are just a fantasy,
of what might have been.
It's in waking up,
that reality is truly seen.
It's your choices that make you,
and not some seer's prophecies.
It's not someone making the decision for you,
but you making it that she sees.

The Boy Who Lived

Cursed and blessed
with a lightning scar.
Which not only his face ,
But his life did mar.
The boy who lived,
The chosen one.
Always living under the spotlight ,
And from it ,trying to run.
Like ghouls, making him relive
His terrifying past.
Which, if told in all its truth,
Would leave them all aghast.
Many who fought against him bravely,
Did die courageous deaths.
They were honored with peace
And there graves had warless wreaths.
He defied him just by living
And surviving his wrathful curse.
But he killed his parents,
And nothing could be worse.
He survived with the Dursleys
For years on end,
And then lived at Hogwarts
Where him , the Dursleys were forced to send.
He was the boy who lived
And defeated the evil wizard.
His name was enshrined in a million hearts
And stories of his bravery were forever heard.
But he did not want this glory, no,
He only wanted his friends
Who had stayed with him as he travelled along
His life's various roads and bends.
 

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Voldemort

He can work from behind curtains,
He can lurk in the shadows,
He whispers your heart's darkest desires
Till the strings of your conscience give in to satan's bow.
Yet he also takes the centre stage,
And acts a markedly important part.
And every time he hits bullseye ,
With his malicious, poisoned dart.
"There is no good,
  There is no evil;
  Only power
  And those too weak to achieve it".
Beware , if you stand ,
In the way of  his majesty's darkness.
It has to be him, who is most important.
Everyone else, is naturally less.
An artist of the dark arts,
He has the weakness of one too.
Like all poets, like all musicians,
His work must be seen by the rest of the world too.
There are no strings to attach him,
No hinderful bonds to flay.
For never has he given the slightest thought
To the other actors in the play.
He knows much,
But not enough.
He is a black swan,
Sculpted from the rough.
At the end of the day,
One must pity him;
Because, nor did he ever give love to anyone,
Nor was love ever received by him.

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The Wonderful Weasleys

Come, enter the Burrow
Where you're bound to forget
All your sorrow.
This epitome
Of a loving home
Which wouldn't change tomorrow.
Rusty cauldrons
And Wellington boots
And garden gnomes
That live in trees' roots.
The delicious smell of treacle tart
And all kinds of yummy food.
Fred and George
And their funny misdeeds
Will keep you in stitches
Till coughing, spluttering
And giggling you'll say,
"no, thank you, please!".
Percy is the opposite,
His room is a holy shrine.
Fussy, perfect prefect,
Who never strays out of line.
Bill, who works for Gringotts
With long hair
And a fanged earring
With Fenrir Greyback's scratches
On his face
And an awesome,
Adventurous bearing.
Charlie, from Romania;
The dragons keeper.
One day
The wounds and burns
On his visage
Are bound to get deeper.
Ginny, the red-haired beauty
Vivacious, pretty
And charming.
Her friendly manner
and her beautiful smile
Is really, quite disarming.
Ron Weasley
May be lazy
But is a faithful, loyal friend.
His funny comments sure
Endearment to his
Demeanour lend.
Arthur, the daddy Weasley
Tinkering with muggle stuff
Is his hobby.
When he messes up, his wife to him
To give it up does lobby.
An excellent cook,
Loved by all:
The mother of mothers, Molly.
From her highly animated
And entertaining family,
She will bear no folly.
And as they sit
In their dining room,
Waiting for the delicious food
Coming soon,
Their chattering red heads
Turn this way and that ;
Seeking the food,
The source of the delicious
Mouth-watering aroma
That will make them plump and fat.
On the famous Weasley watch,
All nine hands point home.
If you're a Weasley,
You'll never be alone.
Come in thin
And go back fat,
For welcome is written
On the doorstep's mat.

The sadness of Severus Snape

Spinner's end,
Lonely, without a friend.
His parents who endlessly quarreled,
Till he found a girl at whom he marveled.
The half-blood prince
Of lily Evans, caught a glimpse.
A bond of friendship so unbreakable 

For petunia, the greed of magic was not sustainable.
Days spent in the meadows to no end.
At his side, a dear, Close friend.
Vanished from his mind all his worry,
Till at Hogwarts Their friendship became blurry.
The snake and the lion broke the chains offriendship
Which used to be as strong as iron.
James threatened what was left,
And soon Snape's was completely bereft.
The cursed word which he uttered
Left her absolutely bewildered.
The apologies which he later muttered
We're left unconsidered.
Snape's never managed to suture
The wound that was left unsealed,
As he saw her make her future
With the man with whom his enmity was yet unsealed.
All his services to the dark lord,
all his loyalty, all his servitude
Snapped of their own accord,
When he heard him make plans
For the death of the girl
Whom he still adored.
He pleaded with Dumbledore,
To protect her. Her and her family,
Though her husband he still did deplore.
But all his plans were ruined
As the fidelius charm broke
And lily gave up her life
And in misery ,all he could utter
Was a pathetic croak.
Only the memory ,
Of the innocent, silver doe
Sustained him while he attempted
To look over her son.
Yet, to the wishes of the son of his arch-enemy
He never did bow.
Until he died
Looking at the green eyes that
Reminded him of her.
She who had died,
But had left her imprint
In the memories of Severus
And

To Hogwarts, my Beloved

History has blessed
The old castle with the best.
It sees the knew,
Yet retains what it knew.
Thousands of years,
But it's ending never nears.
Wizards and witches have walked
In your corridors and have chalked
Their stories deep within
The stones that make your walls,
That may crumble,
But your pride never falls.
All the intricate details of your history
Are destined to remain a mystery.
Secrets hid, fears rid,
All that your students ever did
Are known to you, and to you only
For many abandoned students,
You were a family.
The four houses had different dormitories,
And amongst themselves they formed enemies;
Yet you united them under one huge roof,
Still allowing them to follow their own destiny.
You taught them, educated them,
Made them who they were.
More than just a monument,
To the sufferings your students bore.
You are still here,
A home to lost souls.
Always a comfort,
To a home sick child who moans.

B'day boy!!!!

" The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the dark lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."
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Happy Birthday Harry!<3

Obituary for old wisdom

So young in time, so old in experience,
Embittered by loss of family;
Left to care for his brother and sister
 whom he couldn't appreciate fully.
The trophies he had won lay gathering dust and scum
And his form which, with brilliancy had shined
Faded to a common hue
Yet, he never whined.
But in his heart he regretted
The loss of his parents and the responsibility he had been given.
He wanted to glow, he wanted fame.
But leave his siblings, no he wouldn't.
For he loved his sister with her moments of weird.
He loved his goat-charming brother, but the loss of his glory still seared.
Then came along he, with evil in his eye and a short springy beard.
The friendship was instantaneous.
Though in other circumstances, it might not have been.
Albus was alone,
And in grindelwald, he found company.
Turning a blind eye to the evil in his friend
Which he knew one day would break forth,
Into marvelous speculations his mind would fly,
Refusing to return to earth.
The deathly hallows were the duet's dream.
They discussed them with vigor and glee.
But in forgetting Aberforth and Ariana,
Albus forgot he wasn't free.
Then the day arrived, the day he had feared
Yet had refused to believe;
And his brilliant young friend had unleashed the darkness within him,
From which himself Albus had tried to deceive.
His sister lay still upon the floor,
Her gentle soul snuffed out,
For a moment the brothers were shocked,
Then the younger began to shout.
" it's all your fault that she is dead!" he said to Albus
"You and that friend of yours!"
Hearing these words and knowing them a true,
Albus was filled with grief and shock.
Years later , it still rang in his head,
This accusation of his brother's.
But he found solace in a boy with unruly, black hair
Who had eyes just like his mother's.

So sorry!!

My school restarted and I have been so busy that I have practically no time to breathe. Well, now that I'm back to blogging every week, I won't waste any more time........

S.P.E.W. in a stew

Like a strong gust of wind
The idea blew
Into hermione's head
And soon she knew,
How to protect
The loyal house-elves
So she went into the library
And came out with spew!
Nobody's sneerings
And taunts
Could Hermione's
Determination daunt.
Badges and leaflets
For the
House-elf liberation front.
But salaries and pensions
And sick leaves and holidays
The house-elves didn't want,
And neither would they take on any job
That these luxuries
would grant.
Their work was their pride
And their masters' secrets
They wouldn't tattle.
Their filthy clothes
Seemed as good as rich robes,
And the plates they cleaned
As shiny as medals.
With their masters' orders
As their highest bidding
Hermione's, they thought,
Was only meddling.
For although they longed
For high words and praise
It was their masters'
satisfied smile that
Put them into a happy daze.
Loyalty, integrity and dignity
The house-elves will do anything
To retain the honor
Of their family.

The flaming goblet

Triumph and eternal glory,
Lust for them Is a never-ending story.
Thus, springs aforth from the fiery flames,
Charred parchments with the chosen ones' names.
The Hungarian horntail, fierce and unforgiving,
The common welsh green, the Swedish short snout
And the Chinese fireball , all red and golden,
All of whom represent a fiery bout.
It's all for courage In the face of danger.
Who will catch the golden egg first? The students are free to wager
More bravery is needed to ask out a girl.
So you'd better decide with whom you want to prance and twirl.
Time to let down your hair and put your best foot forward,
For Ron to wear his ridiculous dress robes and for Hagrid to try and tame his beard.
' come seek us where our voices sound, we cannot sing above the ground.
And while you're searching ponder this: we've taken what you'll sorely miss.
An hour long you'll have to look, to recover what we took.
But past an hour the prospect's black, too late it's gone, it won't come back.'
To complete the task set by the golden egg,
You need more brain than brawn.
And by the morning you'd better have a plan, as you run up the lawn.
Merpeople, the giant squid, and other creatures of the deep
Look on as you reach the surface  ,and the judges' marks you reap.
' find the cup, but don't lose yourselves',
The warning given to each of the four champions that delve
Into the silent, sinister, and dark maze,
For fear that the victor might his personality raze.
Harry and Cedric's dead body come out of the maze.
His father and the audience, mourn the end of his days.
Harry won the cup and the thousand galleons, As he very much deserved,
But the terrifying night in the graveyard, left his nights disturbed.
Thus, the death of a loyal and noble boy
Ends this eventful story,
Of how the lust and greed for power
Can eventually turn gory.

having the time of my life...what more can I say?

Hey guys and girls, sorry for not posting this week but i'm on vacation   in GUESS WHERE?? CAIRO!! . They have awesome bazaars here and really exotic food that makes your mouth water.....
i'll post a really long poem next week, so look forward to it!

The order of Phoenix

Many a brave warrior
Grimmauld place does house,
On the shabby doorsteps of No. 12
Many a knights do rouse.
They fight for a cause,
A cause worth keep;
And they heal many wounds,
As blood their injuries weep.
Shacklebolt, Lupin, Tonks, Vance
And many, many more.
Black, Moody, Fletcher ,Weasley,
With Dumbledore at their core.
Battling against dark forces,
Struggling to free
The bound, imprisoned masses
From all the horrors they may have to see.
And as they struggle
To liberate the innocent,
They forgive those who caused
More harm than they had meant.
And seeing the guiltless
Being caused more pain,
They get ready to battle,
To leap into the fire once again.

Hogsmeade

The regular haunts of hogsmeade,
The three broomsticks and madam rosmerta's oak-matured mead.
The delicious warmth of the friendly inn,
Indulging in it's atmosphere is never a sin.
It's time for some delicious butterbeer,
You've got the permission slip for hogsmeade, so never fear.
Zonko's joke shop
has marvelous and amazing tricks that are never a flop.
What with dungbombs and dr.Filibuster's fireworks
Fred and George fill their pockets, making mischief is noble work.
With heavy pockets and light moneybags
It's time to go to honeydukes where deluxe sugar quills are all the latest fad.
What with Bertie botts' every flavor beans
It's a risk with every mouthful, and no flavor is what it first seems.
Levitating sherbet balls
Honeydukes best chocolate, those acid pops are just droll.
Bloody lollipops and cockroach clusters
And lemon drops as we walk outside and see three broomsticks' Christmas posters.
Then a short walk to Sirius' hideout and back,
We might miss supper if we don't hurry and are slack.
From a distance we see the Hog's head
And it's sign of a boar with a severed head.
With it's dusty glasses and dusty floor
And veil-covered customers,
 I wouldn't recommend you to book a bed.
Now as we near the shrieking shack
With its boarded windows, it looks deserted , sinister and black.
The most severely haunted building in Britain
Where in the past, ghosts yowled and screeched without restrain.
Ah! The Hogwarts castle is in sight
And it's magnificent windows are shining bright,
Even the grandness of Hogsmeade
Cannot extinguish Hogwarts' might!

Summer !

Summer vacations are finally here! Not that it means there is any less work for me -.- I have 16 holiday projects vying for my attention. But as compensation, I can stay up late watching movies and get up late :) you guys too, enjoy your summer!!!

The keeper of the keys

The keeper of the keys and grounds,
Digging his vegetable patch and creating huge mounds.
Behind lies his cottage with it's single, cosy room
And next to it's chimney, hangs a beautiful crescent moon.
With fang the boar hound at his heels,
Hagrid troops inside for his evening meal.
Just then a knock on the wide, wooden door,
Too used to the three visitors, he doesn't have to guess anymore.
Beef casserole, rock cakes and a cup of steaming tea.
Hagrid's cooking might be terrible, but no one impolite wants to be.
So by the warm fireplace they sit,
Next to the bed with a patchwork quilt
And recount stories of the past:
When Hagrid came to fetch Harry, and the spell on Dudley he had cast
Which gave him a pig's tail and his parents a fright,
When Norbert came out of his egg and set Hagrid's beard alight.
And how he sent the Norwegian ridgeback to Romania with a teddy bear,
When Hagrid befriended a giant spider, from whom most people would run from fear.
Fluffy the three -headed , giant, slobbering dog
And all the fierce descendants of Aragog.
Buckbeak, the stormy-grey hippogriff most proud,
And blast-ended skrewts with their bangs and bursts most loud.
And eventually Grawp, Hagrid's half-brother,
Just like Hagrid, abandoned by fridwulfa, their mother.
For the night, there end all the stories,
It's time for the three to go back to their dormitories.
And for Hagrid to lie down on his bed,
To dream of Madame Maxime and creatures most people dread.

Thank you! Thank you! I feel so appreciated! 58 pageviews is a LOT. I felt like I owed you all something, so I put in an extra poem ( which is my worst ,FYI). Luna is my favorite character from the series and I feel I haven't done her justice. :( look out for the next post later this week!

The Lovegood Oddity

Oh! She was weird alright,
Xenophilius Lovegood's daughter;
But nobody knew her plight
And what she had to suffer.
She stood her ground,
Believing the existence
of weird creatures.
She and her views were scorned,
Yet she was never reduced to tears.
Whether it be gulping plimpies,
Wrackspurts or Nargles
She distributed without a care,
Those quibblers that came in parcels.
Her bravery was to be marveled at.
In the face of danger, she didn't lose her head.
Instead , she made her usual comments,
That were liable to make her enemies
crack up with laughter instead.
Voldemort might come,Voldemort might go,
Luna remains the same.
All I can hope is after the war,
(Since it's not mentioned in the book)
She finally got some well-deserved fame.

Oops!

Looks like the last picture was a bit too big, my bad! If you're wondering about the kind of animation used in the pictures I put up, it was anime. Anime is basically a Japanese technique of drawings and sketches especially used for Japanese animation ( if you have younger siblings who torture you to give them the remote, you must be knowing about basic anime stuff like doraemon). Also, you might've noticed that FINALLY, a technically challenged person like yours truly, learnt how to type poems without messing up the lines (yay me!)

Animation is so beautiful, it makes me cry! :'(

The best animation you can ever find for Harry potter characters!!!

The Sorting Hat's New Song

When I was new
, and this school too;                                                                                                                             From near and far,
 came four founders known afar.                                                                                                      Godric was known to be the bravest
, Rowena ,the smartest.
Salazar was known for his sly and cunning,
Helga was staunchest and truest.
There came a time for them to leave,
when none could stay no more.
And I was left to sort the mess,
new students back and forth.
You may belong in Griffyndor,
where courage is most prized.
You may belong in Hufflepuff ,
where they are loyal till they die.
Ravenclaw, where you may find,
 those of marvelous wit.
Or yet in Slytherin ,
 where the slyest sit.
Many years passed,
and the Hogwarts war surpassed.
All the four houses, divided and yet united,
Fought against the darkest wizard yet sighted.
Many we lost, but yet we won,
The biggest war for centuries to come.
I'm still here, the cleverest hat in the world
Put me on your head, you'll see.
I'll look underneath those curls of yours,and tell you your destiny.

Lovely Lily

As pretty as a lily, just like her sweet name.                                                                                             Gentle and caring, and vivacious all the same.                                                                                         James Potter's wife, Severus Snape's love,                                                                                               Everyone's best friend, blessed by almighty god above.                                                                           Till the Dark Lord came on a sinister, Halloween night.                                                                               Her husband told her to run upstairs, while he put up a fight.                                                                    Voldemort's killed him without a second glance.                                                                                     Now feeling his destiny close, his heart began to dance.                                                                           She closed herself in a room, she knew she would not be able to flee.                                                      The Dark Lord opened the door, and entered the room with glee.                                                           She could have saved herself, so the Dark Lord surmised.                                                                       But she chose to protect her son, the Dark Lord was surprised.                                                               For he did not know love, which yearns to protect,                                                                                     The ones you love, from those they dread.                                                                                               She spread out her arms in front of her son,                                                                                             Trying desperately to save him ,from the harm that was sure to come.                                                     In a flash of light, she was dead ; but her love flowed in her son's blood.                                                 Her son who looked like his father, yet had green eyes, like a river of lilies in full flood.

I'm lovin' it.......

Creating your own blog is SO much fun! I got 23 pageviews, so awesome! Yeah, I know that at least 5 were my school friends, but even so. Also, I'd like some visitors to post comments, or if you don't have a blog, e-mail your opinions to me. I'd like to get some constructive feedback ( not necessarily good) . Meanwhile, I'm enjoying the summer with home-made lemonade ( it beats every other coolant, believe me)  Bavarian chocolate ice cream, and the Order of Phoenix ( again). My poems are  going to be posted only once a week, sorry! ( I've got other stuff too, you know........)

He, who conquered death

He bowed down low before his death, like his ancestor ,Ignotus, before him.    <br>                                     Greeted his end like an old friend, knowing the suffering would dim.     <br>                                                His friends lay dying in the battlefield, his home crumbled to dust,                                                              Yet he stood still and strong , and it was upon his shoulders that the greatest weight was thrust.   <br>     Surrounded by masked vengeance, his death would quench their thirst. <br>                                         In front of him stood their master , regarding his enemy first. <br>                                                     Then raising his pale , ghost-like hand , he spoke two cursed words <br>                                                  and from the enchanted elm shot green light, deadlier than any amount of swords .<br>                       Unbidden into the victim's mind flew, the image of the girl he loved true <br>                                     Then blissful oblivion, for his soul was free, and nothing more he knew.  <br>                                     Wait a bit, there's more you see, he isn't dead just yet. <br>                                                                       To go back, or to move on, his decision is yet to be met. <br>                                                                    Dumbledore says " Don't pity the dead, pity the living , and above all, those , who live without love ".<br>                                                                                                                                                                            The young man sighs and looks above. <br>                                                                                               Taking the train back home, was a hard business you see. <br>                                                                   But Harry potter was Harry potter, and to Voldemort's death, he held key. <br>                                       He returned to misery, to despair, to death, knowing there was much to lose. <br>                                  He fought for peace, for happiness, for hope, he put the dark lord into a final snooze. <br>                    People mourned loved ones all around him, the measure of relief was also some, <br>                         But he knew as he looked at the rising sun, someday , happiness would come. <br>  

The ' I need to put up something or I'll lose my readers' post

Hello again! So yeah, I knew my last post was really messed up. The lines of the poem were all posted in a zig-zag manner and the poem itself was very childish. In my opinion though, the topic itself was really good. Harry potter ,you see, is my obsession. It's the one thing that I'm crazy about ( even blueberry cheesecake comes below Harry potter, surprising huh?). This was ,literally ,the first poem I ever wrote and I was ecstatic to see it get 12 pageviews (half of them on the first day!). It's all thanks to the unending potter magic. If you, dear reader, love Harry as much as I do, you must visit pottermore.com ( it's a pure Harry heaven!) . Meanwhile, I am typing my second poem.........
P.S.: To anyone who visits my blog, I love you!!!!

September First

Oh, I wish I wasn't a muggle.When I turned eleven,                                                                                                                               I didn't get a letter,and that burst my happy bubble.                                                                    Hogwarts is way better                                                                                                                          than the rest of the schools put together.                                                                                                                                        When I grow up,I'll set off on an expedition to find,                                                                                                                          an old castle that's always on my mind.                                                                                                                                          From nine and three-quarters ,I'll board the Hogwarts train.                                                                                                               From hogging all the candies on the trolley,I'll try to refrain.                                                                            

Oh, the chariots are here ,and so are the thestrals.                                                                                                                          The winged boars are as usual,on the pedestals.                                                                                    Oh hurry, hurry!Everyone's in a flurry!                                                                                                                                    Mcgonagall's here, the line of kids behind her are drowned in worry.                                         Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff,                                                                                                                         can't wait for all the food with which myself i'm going to stuff.                                                       Tuck in! Says Dumbledore.                                                                                                                                  The plates load themselves with food galore.                                                                                        The ghosts watch us sadly,                                                                                                                 peeves behaves badly.                                                                                                                            An announcement, and we're off to bed,                                                                                                                            lines of children walking along in the prefect's stead.                                                                    Moving portraits accompany us,                                                                                                    knowing the password is a must.                                                                                                             Fat lady opens with a flourish,                                                                                                                                        our mouths are an 'O' as round as a dish.                                     The cheery fireplace crackles merrily,                                                                                                                       brightening the common room like lights of a fairy.                    Left for the boys! Right for the girls!   Our dormitory's curtains are unfurled.                                             The room outside is shining bright,                                                                                                           it's time for bed, that's right!           Covering our yawns with our hands, we flop onto our comfy beds.                                                        Close our eyes, drift into sleeps unmanned, not even bothering to draw the curtains of our bed.                      Sweet dreams! Sleep tight! Make sure the bedbugs don't bite!                                                      Destiny to you is gifting, seven beautiful years that are just beginning!