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It Wouldn’t Work Out Anyway

I know I am doomed to wander Alone for all eternity, So why is it this charming girl Declares she is in love with me?

She is so young, what would she know About the life she’d have to live? I am old and have no money, Nothing but despair can I give.

For I’m a creature of nightmares Altered by the full moon’s pure light; The beast harbours a fierce bloodlust Which the man has no strength to fight.

She does not think of the dangers, She cannot even comprehend Miserable is what she’d be, And she’d regret it in the end

Therefore I must push her away, Though I see she hurts when I do, But the thing which hurts most of all Is that I’m in love with her too.

First Kiss

This was not the time for snogging, Not the instant for a tryst. This was not the vision-fogging Perfect moment to have kissed.

Not the time to start confessing Love in such a carnal way. Romance shouldn’t have been pressing On Hermione’s heart today.

But then Ron suggested something Indicating that he knew It had never been a dumb thing To be so concerned with SPEW.

At his empathetic worry Over every kitchen elf, She flew at him in a flurry. She could not restrain herself.

Ron, in shock, recovered nicely; They entwined like Devil’s Snare. Harry wondered when, precisely, They would both come up for air.

Ron’s compassion lit the ember; This was not just for themselves. What a moment to remember! Score another for the elves!

The Courageous Dobby

In the cool night air The burial of an Old friend begins. As the moon shines down Upon the grass, I dig my friend his Cold dark grave.

As tears trickle Down my face I think of him, Of how he was So daring So bold, And oh so brave.

I remember the day I had set him free, With tears in his Huge eyes he Had thanked me,

And now I must say Good-bye to him One last time, Say a good-bye to Him from me, My dear friend The House-Elf The Courageous Dobby.

Well, old man You’re very wise You thought of all And said no lies Though here you lay Down in this tomb Your phoenix sings And roses bloom My hands will shake From grief and hate But I’ll push through Accept my fate I’ll show the boy Which path to take He’ll realize What choice to make It’s all for good To kill the foe Who took my love Who killed my doe

Dumbledore’s Regret

Responsibility’s the hardest way to gain adulthood—siblings become children and a boy must take the place of prisoned dad and mother slain. Each day in work does pass, each night devoid of joy. And so it seems a miracle, when suddenly a bird—no, boy—no, golden bird—alights and shares the very dreams that nights he’s held to secretly, and a few he’d daren’t dreamed; love—or fear—ensnares.

Does danger lurk beneath such beauty there that floats? Apollo here himself proffers another fate than this dull life. No girl’s mad pain nor boy’s wise goats could yet bedim his twinkling eyes nor th’ ardor pall. But sister’s dead, the friendship’s lost! He knows too late that Family is the greatest Hallow of them all.

Here I Go Gently

It’s a quiet walk to the forest’s dark, Without pounding rage, without soaring heart. I am ready to destroy this cursed mark.

Know I could turn with even one remark. Plaintively passing those I must depart, It’s a quiet walk to the forest’s dark.

Behind me the battle is also stark. Forgive me for this night and for my part, I am ready to destroy this cursed mark.

I open my token just as a lark. Though it brings me those once a world apart, It’s a quiet walk to the forest’s dark.

Without a weapon, I step through the dark. Though this is the end, let it be the start; I am ready to destroy this cursed mark.

I’ll face what comes. I’m ready to embark On the path that will cut you from my heart. It’s a quiet walk to the forest’s dark; I am ready to destroy this cursed mark.

Reconciliation

as my life flashes before your eyes I wonder what your reaction will be to the truth I’ve been hiding all these years it’s better this way we’ll never have to talk about it I’ll never have to see the pity in your eyes her eyes I never wanted pity I just wanted respect so desperately that I sold my soul in order to obtain it but I’m sure you’ll forgive me because you’re noble like that and I do value your forgiveness even though I would never admit it too stubborn to change now keeping all my feelings buried deep inside the impenetrable fortress of my mind pretending I didn’t care pretending I was in control pretending that being feared was better than being loved but now you see inside and there’s nothing left to hide so I can finally say good luck Harry

Ethereal as it pierces the silence, A mournful melody ebbs and flows, The blood-red bird lifts the veil of denial, A dear man gone, half-moons and crooked nose.

A covenant kept, a wrong man accused, One Hallow is safe from Tom’s long, white grasp, As the lone phoenix thrusts forth its final note, The costly gold heart is closed with a clasp.

And The Boy Who Lived makes his guarantee, To avenge Dumbledore and fulfill the prophecy.

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