A/N: Nope, don't own these characters. If I did I'd be rich and wouldn't
spend my time doing this, eh?
Harry stops to wonder
To think where his time had gone
Could it be his fifth year,
When it really all felt like one?
Hermione is still there,
She's still a know-it-all
Ron is still around
With shoes too small.
Voldemort, most likely
Is still waiting for a chance
To strike at him,
Maybe at the Fall Ball dance?
Draco's hair is still blonde
His eyes are still an icy blue
He's up to his old tricks
He stuck Neville to a chair with glue.
Dumbledore's beard is longer
But still silver-white
Professor McGonagall, meanwhile
Remained strict and uptight.
Snape still likes to punish him.
Professor Trelawney's mystical light
Still hadn't gone dim
She predicted more death, and a fight.
Cho was still a beautiful person
Though Harry got over that girl.
Hagrid remained tall and hairy
His newest pet was half bird, half squirrel.
Perhaps nothing changed
His scar was still there,
Right over his glasses
And below his messy hair.
Yet people still read these characters
As if it was something new,
When the characters all remain the same,
Like beans in hunter's stew.
Yet somewhere across the ocean
In England, most likely,
A woman sits to write this all
With a taste of pizzazz, originality.
That way nobody wants it to change
Nobody wants Dumbledore to turn mean
Who'd like the twins if they behaved?
Imagine serious Hermione turned obscene!
Harry suddenly snaps out of his thoughts
And he finds himself outside
He turns around, faces Hogwarts,
And he really can smile in pride.
Yes, this school of magical wonder
Where Potions replaces Chemistry,
Where people ride broomsticks and hold wands,
It's like a land from a dream.
A/N: Don't ask. Just something I wrote at the crack of dawn, which is when I usually arrive at my school. Sometimes I get those author urges. Well I'm posting this up from my school library, and I gotta admit I don't like the mean look the librarian's giving me.
Harry stops to wonder
To think where his time had gone
Could it be his fifth year,
When it really all felt like one?
Hermione is still there,
She's still a know-it-all
Ron is still around
With shoes too small.
Voldemort, most likely
Is still waiting for a chance
To strike at him,
Maybe at the Fall Ball dance?
Draco's hair is still blonde
His eyes are still an icy blue
He's up to his old tricks
He stuck Neville to a chair with glue.
Dumbledore's beard is longer
But still silver-white
Professor McGonagall, meanwhile
Remained strict and uptight.
Snape still likes to punish him.
Professor Trelawney's mystical light
Still hadn't gone dim
She predicted more death, and a fight.
Cho was still a beautiful person
Though Harry got over that girl.
Hagrid remained tall and hairy
His newest pet was half bird, half squirrel.
Perhaps nothing changed
His scar was still there,
Right over his glasses
And below his messy hair.
Yet people still read these characters
As if it was something new,
When the characters all remain the same,
Like beans in hunter's stew.
Yet somewhere across the ocean
In England, most likely,
A woman sits to write this all
With a taste of pizzazz, originality.
That way nobody wants it to change
Nobody wants Dumbledore to turn mean
Who'd like the twins if they behaved?
Imagine serious Hermione turned obscene!
Harry suddenly snaps out of his thoughts
And he finds himself outside
He turns around, faces Hogwarts,
And he really can smile in pride.
Yes, this school of magical wonder
Where Potions replaces Chemistry,
Where people ride broomsticks and hold wands,
It's like a land from a dream.
A/N: Don't ask. Just something I wrote at the crack of dawn, which is when I usually arrive at my school. Sometimes I get those author urges. Well I'm posting this up from my school library, and I gotta admit I don't like the mean look the librarian's giving me.