A/N-This is just a one shot (i tried as a poem but couldn't find a category suitable so i changed it into a short story add-on)
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Harry wandered through the castle thinking about what had just happened in the past few hours. Dumbledore, his only stable guide
during his time at Hogwarts, had protected him and died for it; Snape was found out as a traitor to the Order, though there was no
real surprise there, and Harry now had to look for the last of the horcruxes and destroy them before Voldemort won. Harry eventually
found his way to the school library and sighed, "Great! Now what am I supposed to do?" Harry didn't have to worry about Madam
Pince yelling at him because most of the school had been evacuated. He slumped into a chair in a secluded part of the library, the
poetry section, and slowly started to drift into a small dream of past memories. He was remembering the first time he met Hagrid
when he was startled back to reality by a loud "BANG" as a book fell from its self. Harry jumped and looked
around, "Hello? Is anyone there?" Harry was given no response, and was about to sit back down when, between the shelves, he
could make out the shape of an old and tattered book lying on the floor. Harry sighed as he got up to pick the book up, "Might as
well, Hermione would kill me if she found out I just left it there." When Harry got to the book, he found it to be open and picked it up.
He noticed one of the pages had fallen out, and decided to put it back in place when he started to read the poem on the page:
Life
Life is like a shattered diamond,
It's image changed by point of view.
Some may think "a field of stars"
While others say "it's just for you"
But many say "it's broken,
You should get on with your own life".
Sadly those who say "you've missed out",
Have missed joy when at its ripe.
For those who watch in wonder,
At the broken diamonds dreams.
They whisper to one-another,
"The universe has bared its seams"
So, as I said before,
Life is changed by point of view.
And every person present,
Sees it in its new.
-A.D.
Harry just stared at the poem that portrayed his emotions so well, and thought. "That "A.D." guy is right, life is what you make of it,
and not how it looks." Then another thought struck Harry. "Creepy, I'm starting to sound like Dumbledore..." Harry stood there about
to check who wrote the book when he heard Ron yelling "Harry? Where are you everybody's looking for you! Harry!" Harry quickly
put the book of the shelf, grabbed his stuff, and yelled back to Ron. "I'm right here! I'll be out in a sec!" Ron swiveled around in the
hallway when he say Harry coming out of the library. "What where you doing in there Harry? Everybody's been looking for ya" Harry
just looked at him strangely and said "Just thinking Ron, just thinking.." Ron gave him a puzzled glance but shook it off. "Alright, but
we got to get back, come on!" Ron started to jog down the corridor to the Great Hallway and Harry started after him.
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The next morning, during Madam Pince's "manditory check of the books", she noticed a book she did not recognize. "What hooligan
put this here!...AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" She shrieked as when she turned the book over, the title and author's name, was
inscribed:
What Do We Do When We Are Sad?
-By Albus Dumbledore
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A/N-And there you go! I hope you have at least partially enjoyed it!