Just Harry
Sometimes, even the faintest glimmer of hope can make life easier.
That's how I felt about my dreams when I was younger. They were the only things that kept me going. My dreams were the single light of hope in the darkness that surrounded me.
For eleven years I was Harry, just Harry. I was alone and tired of life. I grew restless in that tiny cupboard under the stairs. Everyday it became harder and harder for me to wake in the morning.
Many nights I had dreamt of a most unusual angel. He was as large as a giant and rode a motorcycle. It always made me laugh to think about him. In my dreams he would appear out of the blue sky and take me away from the life I knew. But it was just a dream.
In the back of my mind, I knew something was going to happen. I say that now because something did happen. Something great, something...magical.
That is what made my eleventh birthday the happiest day of my life. Learning that I would be leaving the Dursleys to go to wizard school was like being reborn.
Me, a wizard. Not even in my wildest fantasies would I believe that to be true. But it didn't end there. Not only was I a wizard, I, Harry Potter was the most famous, most talked person in all of the wizarding world.
Though I didn't take kindly to it at first, I have learned to accept it as who I am, a lot like the scar on my forehead. People point and stare. They see Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the destroyer of Voldemort.
I look in the mirror and still see just Harry. And personally I like being, just Harry.
*** a/n: This was a poem I did about four or five years ago and now reading it I feel it's kinda silly because I'm not a serious person and my poetry always comes out that way. Anyway, I thought it was cute so I decided to put it up and I hope you liked it. ^_^
Sometimes, even the faintest glimmer of hope can make life easier.
That's how I felt about my dreams when I was younger. They were the only things that kept me going. My dreams were the single light of hope in the darkness that surrounded me.
For eleven years I was Harry, just Harry. I was alone and tired of life. I grew restless in that tiny cupboard under the stairs. Everyday it became harder and harder for me to wake in the morning.
Many nights I had dreamt of a most unusual angel. He was as large as a giant and rode a motorcycle. It always made me laugh to think about him. In my dreams he would appear out of the blue sky and take me away from the life I knew. But it was just a dream.
In the back of my mind, I knew something was going to happen. I say that now because something did happen. Something great, something...magical.
That is what made my eleventh birthday the happiest day of my life. Learning that I would be leaving the Dursleys to go to wizard school was like being reborn.
Me, a wizard. Not even in my wildest fantasies would I believe that to be true. But it didn't end there. Not only was I a wizard, I, Harry Potter was the most famous, most talked person in all of the wizarding world.
Though I didn't take kindly to it at first, I have learned to accept it as who I am, a lot like the scar on my forehead. People point and stare. They see Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the destroyer of Voldemort.
I look in the mirror and still see just Harry. And personally I like being, just Harry.
*** a/n: This was a poem I did about four or five years ago and now reading it I feel it's kinda silly because I'm not a serious person and my poetry always comes out that way. Anyway, I thought it was cute so I decided to put it up and I hope you liked it. ^_^