A/N: It is great like me

Disclaimer: Every thing belongs to the great inspiring loyal beautiful all knowing all seeing OK just trying to overwhelm myself It all belongs to JK Rowling

Wisps of a Memory

They were there in a dream

But yet in real life

He was held a slave

And free as a bird

He loved them so

At the same time hated them

They were with him forever

And still gone forever

He could see the green

But he was blind

All heard the screams

Except for him because he was deaf

The questions poured in

He was oblivious to it

They were gone wisps of a memory.

Harry snapped to reality and realized that Charms was over. As he left his thoughts were not on lunch but lost in a memory.

A/N: Kind of … erm…..depressing

Disclaimer Im not going to overwhelm my self because it all belongs to JK (lucky dog)