A spur of the moment thing as I actually sat down at contemplated the impact that the series have left in my life. I (as many others) grew up with the characters and Harry's adventures are a huge part of my childhood. To me, it was and still is the BEST series ever written. I haven't found a single book (series or otherwise) that had touched me as deeply as Harry's story. And I realized that when the last movie premiers next year... there's that lingering sense of finality that a part of my childhood really is over.

Then this came out =)

I wouldn't actually say that it's poetry, but it's nowhere close to being a fanfic.

I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good...

I've studied with Hermione and stumbled with Ron,
I've hid creatures with Hagrid and laughed with Fred and George,
I forgot with Neville and grew up with Ginny,
I've rebelled against Umbridge and got caught with the DA,
I've harbored suspicion at Snape and mocked him with the marauders,
I've cheered on Gryffindor on their pluck and pride,
I've been jeered at by Slytherin and strive with Hufflepuff,
I've understood with Ravenclaw and watched with growing trepidation as Hogwarts started to fall...

I've worried with Molly and fascinated with Arthur,
I've seethed with Sirius and accepted with Remus,
I fell in love with Tonks and Fleur and honoured James and Lily,
I feared with Draco and contemplated the Malfoys shrewdness,
I nurtured a green thumb with Professor Sprout and fought alongside McGonagall,
I've seen a glimpse of darkness with Professor Trelawney and loathed with Snape,
I've charmed and learned with Professor Flitwick and taken flight with Madam Hooch,
I've regretted with Professor Slughorn and pondered with Luna,
I've studied the skies with Professor Sinistra and mourned with Cho.
I've obsessed over Quidditch with Oliver and struggled to keep up with his team,
I've ran the street of Hogsmeade and was chosen by a wand in Ollivander's Wand Shop,
I've lingered in Weasleys Wizard Wheezez and strayed down Knockturn Alley.

I've fought with dragons and I have beaten them,
I've reached the heart of the Forbidden Forest and understood its namesake,
I've seen from behind the lens of camera with Colin and fell into the lake with Dennis,
I discovered truth and loyalty with Dean and Seamus and giggled with the Patil twins,
I've honed a sense of paranoia with Moody and found strength in the darkest of places,
I've escaped with Buckbeak and embraced freedom with Dobby,
I've worked with Dumbledore and revered his life and death,
I've fought alongside, laughed, cried, flew, ran, charmed, understood, accepted, feared and triumphed with the Boy Who Lived and I've stuck with Harry James Potter till the end.

As the door closes on their tale, so shall part of my childhood,
And all that's left for me to do now is to extend my heartfelt gratitude to the brilliant mind that has united a staggeringly large and precisely indefinite number of us for the love of this timeless legacy...

Thank you, Joanne Kathleen Rowling; for giving me the time of my life.

... Mischief Managed.

Thanks for your time!

~ D.I.S