Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the incredible J. K. Rowling and I mean no harm as I own nothing.
A/N: This is for the Test Your Limits Competition round four. We were permitted to write whatever we wanted for this round and I chose...a Spenserian sonnet? I think I'm a little tips... craz...y but I had fun with it. Honestly, I don't even know but yeah, I'm going with it. Thanks for reading
No Port in Scotland
That fateful Autumn saw my ship harbored
In northern hills, where love was no concern
Til brown eyes sought mine through suits so armored.
Of beauty and brains, romance she did spurn.
Thrown a line when they took what I most yearn,
She was mine in the dark dregs of the lake.
To me her siren face at last did turn
Safe at port, so it seemed, my heart awake.
Evil then rose in visage of a snake-
Anchors raised we sailed into northern bends.
Brown eyes left behind, and my dream does wake
Left with a present and promise of "friends."
Despaired I flung the gift into the sea.
Alas! - there goes Durmstrang: A History.