January 20th, 2006, 5:00 pm
I'm so glad to see that there's a poetry thread here, I have loads of HP related poems that I will begin posting, if you like them, let me know, if you don't, well....let me know that too...lol ...enjoy...Arthur
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The whistle blows, its time to fly
to win is what we quest,
the game’s at hand, we all must try
the snitch will grant us rest.
We score our goals and swing our bats
to beat our bludgers back,
we fly as one formation
using the Hawkshead attack.
Our foe is strong, so is the wind
they score and now its tied,
but its not them I fly against,
for Sirius has just died.
He was my future and my past
he was to be my friend,
he saw me fly, just like my dad,
I saw him at his end.
I hate this game, I love it too
I don’t know what to feel,
my life is too confusing
my heart ache too surreal.
I hear the cheer, did someone score?
the crowd begins to wail,
the noise reminds me of the night,
that Sirius fell through the veil.
His last words echo, “that’s all you have?”
each night I dream the same,
his playful bark, his clownish acts
he thought it just a game.
But games are left for Quidditch pitches
where losers still survive,
in fights for good and evil
even winners too may die.
The snitch has now appeared to me
and catch it, I must go,
but with the burden of his death
and knowing what I know.
A win is just another task
and Quidditch just a game,
for real life has its consequences
in death there is no fame.
The whistle blows, I’ve caught the snitch
we win the game again,
It means so little to me now
I’ve lost my closest friend.
January 22nd, 2006, 3:37 pm
I've written several poems to be used as alternate sorting hat songs.....here they are, enjoy
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Oh, you may not think I’m pretty,
But don’t judge on what you see,
I’ll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
I’m filthy and I’m old as dirt,
But looks should not be judged,
If brim is torn and edges worn
And surface has been smudged.
My purpose though has reason,
And no other qualified,
To sort you in your proper house,
Sure other hats have tried.
But none knows what I see in you,
Or where everyone here goes,
Even if you think you have a thought
I’m the only one who knows.
In Hufflepuff, the loyal lot,
Will make their beds each night,
In Ravenclaw, it’s brains and wit,
For this they’ll set their sight.
In Slytherin, the cunning go,
To learn the Arts so dark,
And Gryffindors are brave and true,
Their legends’ve left their mark.
So each of you should try me on,
I’ll name the house you’re in,
Cause, I’m the Sorting Hat you see,
Let the Sorting Rite begin.
Ooooh you see a tattered relic
As I sit upon this stool
But your future hides inside me
Till I sort you in this school
You may think you have the answers
Like into which house each goes
But until you try me on your head
It’s only I that knows
I’ve seen it all come pass my way
The past and what’s to come
So try me on, I’ll name the house
You’re each in, one by one
For some it will be Hufflepuff
Or Ravenclaw to be
Depending on what’s in your thoughts
What’s there for me to see
I’ll send some to be Gryffindor
And some to Slytherin
But each must try me on their head
To learn which house they’re in
Then once I’m done and split are we
Each house must unite once more
For like a chain, we’re just as strong
As the weakest of the four
Your future holds surprises here
Enjoy them, everyone
Let the first in line come, begin the year
For the sorting has begun
February 6th, 2006, 1:20 pm
here's a poem I've written about Snape (I have poems on most of the characters) enjoy......
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Come in!, SIT DOWN!, and mind your tongues
this is my Potions class,
take notes and learn, you’ll join the ones
whom, on my exams have passed.
Another bunch of dunderheads
like those who’ve come before,
some Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws
but most from Gryffindor.
You’ll rarely need your wands in here
it’s potions that we make,
mix the wrong ingredients
and your life is what’s at stake.
A “Celebrity” amongst our midst?
that Potter boy, we’ll see,
I’ll treat him rough and watch him close
for what his father did to me.
Powdered root of asphodel
makes a Draft of Living Death
DO NOT PAY ATTENTION!
and you’ve drawn your final breath.
Shrivelfigs and daisy roots
and gillyweed’s, your tools,
to make the potions, that you’ll need
to stay alive, YOU FOOLS!
And if I catch you talking
during my Lessons, why don’t fret,
first time is not expulsion
it’s DETENTION that you’ll get.
Although I’m Potions Master
it’s not the job I’ve sought,
the position that’s denied me
Defense Against the Dark Arts
A qualified Legilimens
your inner thoughts I see,
the only way to block me out
is through Occlumency
I know there’s those who loathe me
for what I used to be,
Death Eater of Lord Voldemort
am I still?, let’s wait and see.
So heed my warning and my dare
that if you wish to pass,
come in, SIT DOWN!, and mind your tongues
this is MY Potions class.
February 13th, 2006, 8:15 pm
this next poem I wrote in the person of Remus Lupin thinking of what might be said during the funeral/memorial service given for Sirius after he died, so read this as if you're Lupin......enjoy
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The Noble House of Black,
written and given by Remus Lupin
We’re gathered here today to mourn, the loss of one we shared,
To show how much we loved our friend, to show how much we cared.
Sirius lived his life on edge, he loved to take a dare,
His friends were close, they watched his back, they knew he would be there.
Raised in a life of emptiness, his family dark and old,
Reminded of their evilness, the stories he was told.
That destiny for him was sad and that of servitude,
To the evil side of humankind and all it would include.
But early on he chose a path that weaker men would flee,
To separate himself from them and spend eternity.
In search of truth and those of good, who dared to share his quest,
To help the world, not just himself, to rid it of the rest.
In youthful days he found close friends at Hogwarts, a group of four,
Non closer had the school held host, not since, and not before.
The lengths they took to spend the days together on the grounds,
Forced them to learn to transform their shapes, to join in leaps and bounds.
For one of them, tis I you see, no choice for what I became,
Sweet Sirius did this for me, for him twas just a game.
They joined me on my howling days to comfort me in town,
The Shrieking Shack, the place where we would hide and not be found.
James, Peter and dear Sirius, are the reasons that I live,
And that is why no one but I, this eulogy, can give.
Although he spent so long away in Azkaban, that cell,
Couldn’t keep him from the truth he’d known, his escape and time would tell.
Betrayed by wormtail he and us, a rat, true to his part,
Took James and Lily, but not the boy, left scars upon his heart.
His godson’s care was the only way, to nurse his guilty soul,
To raise him as his parents would, his one and only goal.
But life is not so black and white nor guilt so simply eased,
Trapped from the world, a wanted man, he quickly would be seized.
While others fought the evil force their teachings and their ways,
It ate his very soul to be caged from the boy he couldn’t raise.
So when his chance to take control, the chance to make amends,
Came to him, little did he know his choice would mean the end.
A trick again, just like before, but this time doom prevailed,
For while locked in mortal battle, Padfoot fell through the tattered veil.
He’s left this world behind us now, to battle other foes,
Will we see him, til we’re there ourselves, there are none here that knows.
We hold his image, growl and bark, for ever in our souls he’ll be,
To those who’ve called him friend, like me, his heart is in our memory.
Named for a star, he’ll always be, in twilight sky for all to see,
The final member of the tree, the Noble House of Black was thee.
March 29th, 2006, 8:11 pm
I know it's been a long time since I posted but I've been busy, so here's another poem I wrote that I hope you like.
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She rises in the distant sky,
Her silhouette you’ll see,
The home for wizard teens to try,
To learn their fate, like me.
Each day the sun casts rays of gold,
Upon her stones of grey,
Each night she stands up strong and bold,
It’s always been that way.
She protests not the pounding rain,
Nor howling winds that call,
While inside future wizards train,
Oblivious to it all.
Her towers reach towards heavens near,
Her walls hold in the grounds,
Protecting hearts of those who fear,
The dark forest that surrounds.
Her hallways hold the tales of past
Where memories linger, echoes last,
Awaiting more to be.
For those who wish more mischief play,
Or sneak amongst the grounds,
A maze of secret passageways,
And tunnels can be found.
Through times of perils and of joys,
Her dungeons’ve stood the test,
Where once the lives of girls and boys,
Were chased by Basilisk.
The common rooms of houses four,
And fireplaces greet,
Each new term class pass through their doors,
To gather, and to meet.
Above those rooms, the bedrooms lay,
Protecting all from sight,
And grant them hope for each new day,
Through peace and dream-filled night.
In all her corridor’s expanse,
There’s one that bests them all,
Who’s ceiling sky is night enhanced,
The Hogwart’s own Great Hall.
The feasts and celebrations here,
Rival those of Queens and Kings,
The House awards at end of year,
The revelry it brings.
The colored banners proudly wave,
Upon her arches high,
Proclaiming all the victor gave,
And dare the rest to try.
For years she’s stood a symbol for,
All wizards to aspire,
To thousands past and thousands more,
If that is their desire
So welcome first years come and spend
Seven years with her and see,
If castle at the long road’s end,
Is all I’ve said she’d be.
She stands a rigid testament,
For all whose fate she calls,
To join a ritual that’s been spent,
Amongst her hallowed walls.
I hope you enjoy them........AW
April 19th, 2006, 1:30 pm
here's my next poem, I hope you enjoy this one, as usual, you can post comments on this or any of my poemshere (http://www.cosforums.com/showthread.php?t=83113)
YOU'RE A WIZARD
Make a wish and snuff them all
Eleven candles burn
An owl arrives to make the call
For Hogwarts, it’s your turn.
With your letter comes a tally
Which means a trip to London town
To the streets of Diagon Alley
Where your school supplies are found
With trunks in tow like your wizard friends
Down the steps to Charring Cross station
Through the wall that’s between platforms nine and ten
Board the Express with anticipation
The train slows down, you change your clothes
In to your student’s wear
You take your tip from those who know
The older ones who’ve been there
The sorting hat will sing its song
And decide which house you’re in
As old as time, it’s never wrong
Then you hear, “Let the feast, begin.”
As classes start you learn your route
To the subjects that you’ll take
The names of spells and charms you’ll shout
And the potions that you’ll make
The years will pass, your knowledge grow
To prepare you for what’s to come
But for seven years you’ll come to know
That Hogwarts is your home
May 17th, 2006, 8:26 pm
here's my next entry that I wrote after watching GoF in the movies. I missed all of the action and adventure that happened in the books so I went back and read the third task to get this stuff.....enjoy....as usual you can post any comments you have on any of my poems here (http://www.cosforums.com/showthread.php?t=83113)....AW
Through Dragons and Merpeople you came out ahead,
Even though you didn’t enter the race.
Though you beat all the odds by not ending up dead,
It’s a monstrous maze you must face.
To the winner “all glory” and a cup made of gold,
It’s the chance of a lifetime, they say.
Use your instinct and magical talents, you’re told,
To defeat dangerous foes on the way.
With your wand as your compass, it “four-points” left or right,
And lead you to complete victory.
You progress through the maze using Lumos for light,
But not knowing where danger may be.
You complete the Sphinx riddle and the upside down cloud,
Feel you must be so near to the end.
Had to jinx Viktor Krum after Cedric yelled out,
And you both thought he could be your friend.
To the middle you race as the spider moves in
And it’s Cedric that now you must save.
You both grab at the Cup so together you’ll win,
But are port-keyed to Tom Riddle’s grave.
With some bones from his senior and blood from your vein,
Old Lord Voldemort rises anew.
And he summons his Death-eaters to join him again,
To begin doing what Death-eaters do.
The Dark Lord is unsure as your wands lock to each,
It’s a battle between life and death.
You grab Cedric’s body, for the cup then, you reach,
And return to the maze out of breath.
All the galleons you’ve won won't be worth anything,
To what the Wizarding world has now learned,
And the headlining piece on the Prophet will ring,
That “Lord Voldemort has been returned.”
I have had several close friends die from Cancer (including my mother) and as a tribute and to help me and several of my friends, when a close friend passed away almost exactly 1 year ago, I wrote this poem. She was always a happy person and dealt with her illness most openly and with an incredible amount of courage.as with all of my poems, you can post your comments here (http://www.cosforums.com/showthread.php?t=83113) enjoy.........AW
Where Do Faeries Go?
With wings of lace and eyes of glass
You taught us all to grow
But now we wonder, when they pass
Where do the faeries go?
Is there a cloud picked just for them
Where the air feels so much lighter
A place, like angels’, next to HIM
Where the light shines so much brighter?
Or do they stay near those they love
Watching over us each day
To comfort us, from up above
Where do the faeries stay?
Is it their smiles that make us laugh
Their wands that tickle us
Do we all sneeze from allergies
Or is it pixy dust?
When colors shine after a rain
A rainbow in the air
“It’s just a prism,” we all explain…
Or was a faerie there?
When evening skies are all aglow
From the setting of the sun
Is it really from light fading slow
Or are the faeries having fun?
A spider’s web in the morning dew
Glistens bright like faerie’s breath
And confirms in us what we already knew
Where faeries go, in death
The pain we feel right now is sorrow
But doesn’t compare to what you endured
Your courage brings hope for those tomorrow
The chance that they’ll be cured.
We’ll miss you in our life each day
But take heart that now we know
We just need to look around and say
“I know where faeries go.”
June 12th, 2006, 2:38 pm
here's another reflective poem of mine I wrote when I was pretty depressed........AW
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A cloud hasn’t any length or width,
its shape is ever shifting
Its appearance brings despair
but as it leaves, it brings uplifting
A cloud has no direction,
it just follows prevailing winds
No one knows the path it takes to us
or how long before it ends
They are colorless and make no sound
as they pass throughout the sky
They aren’t noticed when in peace with life,
ever present when we cry
A cloud can only represent
its surroundings in the air
It reflects the signs of coming trouble
and turmoil rising there
When the storm arises, filled with clouds,
it’s for dissipation that we pray
But to bring back peace of mind and calm
is for the clouds to go away
As the cloud, I can’t predict my path,
the direction that I’ll take
I am blowing in the wind right now
not sure which choice to make
I feel cold and pale without a shape
ever changing day to day
Like the storm clouds raining,
lost in hope,
I feel too,
I’ll fade away……..
another non-HP entry enjoy......AW
Once upon a time, in a land far away
Lived a girl, who wanted two things
To grow up in love with a boy, and be loved
To enjoy all that happiness brings
Each night she would pray and she’d wish on a star
In the hopes that her dreams would come true
But each day she would find herself busy and tired
With just too many chores to do
Her parents would tell her, just give it time dear
And everything will work itself out
Your prince will come find you and carry you off
You’ll live happy thereafter, no doubt
So she waited and worked and eventually grew up
And she left her young wishes behind
Then one day came a stranger, kinda cute and naive
A bit silly, a klutz, but so kind
At first, she was cautious, could this be the one
I had dreamed for since I was so young
Had the stars heard my wishes and answered them here
With this boy that the soft winds have brung
“I’m the one,” said the stranger, “you dreamed of as a child
and I’m here now to take you away,”
“Come with me and we’ll live all your childhood dreams”
And they haven’t been seen since that day
They say love is a feeling shared ‘tween two so close
And encompasses both crying and laughter
Now the two share each other, and whatever life brings
In the hopes they’ll be happy thereafter
September 1st, 2006, 4:06 pm
I"ve been long overdue in posting a new poem so here's one, I hope you enjoy, as always, you can comment here (http://www.cosforums.com/showthread.php?t=83113)
Hand carved wood from ancient trees
through care is brought to life
to circle near the seaside breeze
and dance to drum and fife
While gold and black striped tigers roar
white stallions rise and fall
like the tides upon the nearby shore
you memorize it all
The organ’s pipes and pounding beat
ever searching for the ring
you stretch out from your saddled seat
while, to painted mane, you cling
You forget yourself in fantasy
of safari or wild wild west
of adventure upon the wildest sea
as you hold the reins to your chest
Breath in the scent the turbine makes
as it blends with other smells
like cotton candy, funnel cakes
old fashioned carousels
We see them now as just a ride
but once they were much more
a place to lose your fears inside
and let your hearts explore
October 5th, 2006, 3:28 pm
okay here's my newest poem writing as a request for a poem about a youngster receiving their notice that they are indeed going to Hogwarts. As always you can comment on this or any of my poetry here (http://www.cosforums.com/showthread.php?t=83113)
You gaze from your window and watch them pass by
as they fly straight to their destination
even though you’ve left opened your windows, you sigh
wondering when you’ll get your invitation.
With each passing moment, your worries increase
and you strain your ears trying to hear
the sound of the post owl causing your fears to cease
saying you're going to Hogwarts this year.
as the crackers all crumble and smoke dies away
from the candles on your birthday cake
you gaze back towards the window, see the sky fade to grey
feeling how could they make this mistake
but as all hope is lost and you reach for the shutter
closing off the room from the night chill
you turn back towards the window at the sound of a flutter
see an owl perched on your window sill
Your heart skips a beat as you open the clasp
and you let the bird softly slip through
you remove a brown envelope held in it grasp
it's a message addressed just to you
"A School of Witchcraft and Wizardry waits
for the children who show inspiration
in the mystical talents and magical traits"
says your personalized invitation
Once you've read it three times you're convinced that it's true
and you fall asleep full of emotions
now instead of a muggle life, waiting for you
is the world of magic and potions.
August 28th, 2009, 12:27 am
I find it hard to believe that it's been almost 2 years since I've posted a poem in this thread I hope the one I'm posting now does it justice as always you can post your feed back here (http://www.cosforums.com/showthread.php?t=83113)
The Last Great Adventure
The cold night air was broken
By impending clouds so dark
As the skull and snake took deathly shape
Above the tower, his mark
Its purpose yet undiscovered
As the two flew broom and broom
For one, to save his master’s life
For the other, to meet his doom
Yet as quickly as they landed
This great wizard and the boy
All of time sat strangely frozen
As Headmaster faced Malfoy
In a pleasant conversation
He tried hard to get info
And discover how Death Eaters now
Fought the Order down below
“It was easy”, was the answer
Once he made the right repairs
To the cabinet in Hogwarts
And the Knockturn mate it shares
“And the necklace and the poisoned mead,”
“both meant to cause my death?”
“that was the plan, at first,” answered
the boy with anxious breath
“There are other ways to do this,”
he said sinking near the floor
but before he could explain it
four more wands burst through the door
Now surrounded by Death Eaters
On that darkened fateful night
When he should have been so fearful
His demeanor was polite
“ Do it now,” they ordered Draco
“go ahead, perform the curse”
“if you don’t, the punishment you’ll get
from him, will be much worse.”
The boy’s voiced cracked as his wand shook
Unable to cast the charm
The will to carry out the deed
Drop out, as did his arm
In horror, Harry watched through veil
The appearance of the shape
Of the person Dumbledore had sought
Potions Master Severus Snape
His presence lifted the dying man’s spirits
In hopes his suffering would ease
But through the dark explanations came
the begging voice of, “Severus please”
the look etched on the face of Snape
in Harry’s mind will last
as the Potion Master’s wand was raised
and the killing curse was cast
the silent scream was heard by none
the headmaster’s body drifted
as it landed crumpled down below
he knew the curse was lifted
he sprinted down the stairs to chase
but knew he couldn’t reverse
no matter what he made Snape say
you couldn’t undo that curse
the villains made their safe escape
and he returned rejected
to find Hogwart’s students and its staff
as surprised as he expected
the word spread fast of tragedy
as they gathered on the lawn
that his quiet, crumpled body showed,
the greatest wizard known, was gone
July 12th, 2010, 2:41 am
here's my latest poem that's inspired obviously by the upcoming finale of the Harry Potter series......as always, you can post your feedback here (http://www.cosforums.com/showthread.php?t=83113)
THE DEATHLY HALLOWS
This is a story as old as time,
and passed from some to others.
The Deathly Hallows, put to rhyme,
in the tale of the Peverell Brothers
The three, it seemed, were wizards great,
who challenged Death one night.
He gave them “gifts”, which sealed their fate,
they left without a fight.
For Antioch, a boastful brother,
the eldest of the three.
He craved a wand built like no other,
made from the Elder tree.
The Death Stick’s core is Thestral hair,
and fifteen inches long.
Opposing wizards must take care,
this wand can do no wrong.
Then Cadmus, as the second son,
made his intentions known.
Humiliating death for fun,
the Resurrection Stone.
A black stone from the riverbed,
turned thrice upon your hand.
Brings back your loved ones from the dead,
just not the way you planned.
Ignotus was the youngest man,
untrusting humble bloak.
To hide from death’s grasp, was his plan,
beneath a special cloak.
An everlasting black shroud of,
To disappear from sight above,
and hide where none can see.
Each took their gifts and went their way,
and thought they’d conquered Death.
But in the end, the stories say,
he still took each one’s breath.
For Antioch, while drunk one night,
a robber did the deed.
He stole the wand and slipped from sight,
and killed him, just for greed.
When Cadmus tried to use the stone,
his love appeared, as veiled.
Gone mad with grief, he took his own,
since resurrection failed.
Ignotus was the smartest one,
but yielded in the end.
He passed the cloak on to his son,
and left with Death, as friend.
These gifts appear throughout all time,
passed on from son to son.
I’d be amiss, if in my rhyme,
I forgot “The Chosen One”.
The cloak was in his family line,
Got passed to him when it came time,
was told to “use it well”.
The Elder Wand, he never sought,
his broke, he used a loaner.
But, when both he and Draco fought,
he became the Death Stick’s owner.
The Resurrection Stone was hid,
inside the snitch he’d chose.
Instructions scripted on its lid,
“I open at the close”.
So in the end, he owned all three,
and truly was Death’s master.
When cursed to die, he didn’t flee,
it rebounded upon its caster.
The ring, he lost, the cloak, he kept,
to pass on to another.
The Elder Wand, he wouldn’t accept,
its power like no other.
To put it back from where it came,
not use it for its glory.
To put an end to that wand’s fame,
and end to Beedle’s story.
February 15th, 2011, 6:56 pm
I actually penned this one in about 10 minutes when the thought pooped into my head......as always, you can post your feedback here (http://www.cosforums.com/showthread.php?t=83113)
To spilt one’s soul, by darkest magic
More than once, the thought is tragic
And he attempted seven times
To make a horcrux through these crimes
To live forever was his goal
By hiding portions of his soul
In books and lockets, cups and rings
And other ordinary things
But in the end, an eighth was made
And he knew not the role it played
The truth it held, he couldn’t avoid
When all the others were destroyed
So when he tried to make his stand
His plans didn’t go the way he planned
That part of soul he didn’t know
Resided in his younger foe
And when he killed it with his spell
All parts were gone and he soon fell
Don’t underestimate the toll
When making plans to split one’s soul
THE KNIGHT BUS
When you’re lost and alone, or you’re looking to hide
if you just want to get across town,
raise your wand and make sure that you step to the side
as the three-decker bus just slows down.
Where before, nothing stood but the street and thin air
sits a bus painted purple and gold,
you step on and are wisked off to Kensington Square
“Fourteen sickels, the fare” you are told.
The old driver’s named Ernie, the conductor is Stan
and the trip is a magical feat,
destinations are limited to those just on land
and the trick is to stay in your seat.
If you travel at night then the seats go away
each replaced by an ancient brass bed,
that will rock you to sleep as the chandeliers sway
to and fro just a foot overhead.
You may wonder how something this obvious can
be completely ignored everyday,
it’s so purple and loud, but according to Stan,
“muggles just don’t see nothing now, do they?”
With a bang you’re in London, Leaky Cauldron is near
and you’ve come to the end of your ride,
as the bus quickly stops, it’s just snores that you hear
from the passengers sleeping inside.
You step off and it’s gone, disappeared round the bend
but you know that by raising your wand,
if you’re late for a show, have a tea to attend
the big purple knight bus will respond.
OWLS and ELVES
The new fallen snow on the ground is so bright
That it wakens them early this day
For the busiest time of the year is tonight
To do Christmas, the wizarding way.
Once the presents are wrapped and tied neatly with bows
It’s the owls that deliver the toys
From the homes of the wizarding parents, to those
Good wizarding girls and boys
Chocolate frogs that keeping leaping, trying hard to escape
Pumpkin Pasties and fresh Cauldron cakes
They’ve even delivered an invisibility cape
Plus whatever the Zonko’s shop makes
Hand sewn sweaters for Weasleys and candy galore
And a box full of Bernie Bott’s beans
Brand new trainers and self correcting quill pens will soar
It’s one of the most magical scenes
They take flight from their perches and set to the air
Never thinking about themselves
It’s their owners and keepers for which they all care
To return with their loads for the elves
As they fly through the night trying not to get hit
By that Muggle who dresses in red
A right jolly ole elf, but he drives like a git
They’d be better off owled instead
They pass over the grounds near the Hogwart’s Great Hall
Where twelve towering Christmas trees stand
With holly and mistletoe hung on the wall
And soon sparkling snowflakes will land
Enlightened suits of armor enchanted to sing
Christmas carols of holiday cheer
Bringing promise of what the next Christmas will bring
And be thankful for blessings this year
To the top of the owlery the packages fly
On the wings just as silent as ghosts
Where a line up of house elves stands ready to try
To deliver these Christmas Eve posts
To each dorm they must go without making a sound
They pass secretly throughout the night
So when morning arrives each four poster is found
Stacked with presents by dawn’s early light
With the joy of a two-year-old, wrappings are torn
And the secrets within are released
They compare their new trinkets and the clothes to be worn
‘Round the school, to the Holiday Feast
There’s a hundred roast turkeys and beef piled high
And tureen’s full of sweet buttered peas
Christmas puddings conceal silver sickles inside
Pumpkin juice mugs are stacked up in threes
As the Wizarding holiday draws to a close
We’re reminded of how we are blessed
Season’s Greetings to you, Happy Christmas to all
Now the owls and house elves will rest
February 27th, 2011, 1:52 am
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Their journey began an unfortunate way,
as the three took flight, Bill and Fleur’s wedding day,
To escape those seeking to catch them there,
and return them unharmed back to Slytherin’s heir.
At Tottenham Court Road they appeared in the street,
just avoiding a red bus from crushing their feet.
Then they changed into new clothes in a tiny café,
but were quickly discovered and again got away.
This time they appeared outside 12 Grimmauld Place
and then quickly got in, well aware of the chase.
To plan for their quest now their number one chore,
even though they knew not what they were looking for.
Two Horcruxes down, a book and a ring,
but the rest could be just about any ole thing.
A locket believed to be piece number three,
was now in possession of one R.A.B.
With Kreacher’s assistance they discovered the name,
and that Regulus Black and R.A.B. were the same.
But the locket was stolen by Umbridge, and now,
they’ll break into the Ministry to regain it somehow.
After stealing it back and then “flushing” away,
the three kids reappeared on the steps, but soon they
realized that there new hiding place had been eyed,
so Hermione whisked them all to the far countryside.
With the locket in hand, a new camp every night,
but the Horcrux was causing the trio to fight.
Eventually Ron said he’d taken enough,
so he left both the others, disappeared in a huff.
With the trio now two, thinking there was no chance,
they sadly moved on, shared a tear, and a dance.
The fact that Ron left was a hard pill to swallow,
got attacked by Nagini and escaped Godric’s Hollow.
Then Ron reappeared as he followed a doe,
jumped into the pond and saved Harry below.
Now the two were so happy to see Ron that he,
used Gryffindor’s sword to destroy number three.
“How did you come back?” asked the curious two,
“it was weird, my Deluminator led me to you.”
Then they next found themselves in the Lovegood’s front yard,
to discover the secrets of Beddle the Bard.
But since Luna’d been taken, they learned it a trick,
and they only escaped ‘cause Hermione was quick.
The Hallows became Harry’s obsessive need,
and without his leadership, Ron took the lead
A broadcast from Potterwatch, they all held their breath,
and showed him there’s more than just “Master of Death.”
So they doubled their efforts, more Horcruxes sought,
but before Ron had warned them, they erred and got caught.
At Malfoy’s they learned where a Horcrux was hid,
deep in Gringott’s no chance to escape, but they did.
On a dragon’s back into the open they flew,
with the cup, a few burns and a giggle or two.
“It’s at Hogwarts,” said Harry, a vision he saw,
and he felt that it’s hidden in Ravenclaw.
Almost caught be Death Eaters, slipped into Hog’s Head,
and they entered through a secret tunnel instead.
Once inside they asked everyone to search all around,
but the Room of Requirement was the place it was found.
A tiara on top of a bust of a squire,
in the end it was melted by Goyle’s feindfyre.
Five Horcruxes down and the battle begun,
but they still had to figure how to kill the last one.
As he went to meet Voldemort, he told Neville instead,
to use Gryffindor’s sword to cut off the snake’s head.
At the close the snitch opened and gave him the ring,
and it proved that the Hallows were indeed the real thing.
Then deep in the woods they stood still, face to face,
Harry knew that this time was the end of the chase.
With his eyes closed he stood there with anticipation,
but the next moment he was inside Kings Cross Station.
Not dead or alive, but in limbo it seemed,
“if you go back you’ll finish him,” Dumbledore beamed.
In the end it was Voldemort who cast the spell,
but the killing curse backfired and Tom Riddle fell.
For the three, it meant no longer being on the run,
they lived happy thereafter, thanks to the Chosen One.