A/N
I own nothing,
but a rhyme or two.
I don't earn money,
I write for myself
and, dear reader,
You.
Instead of a passage,
There's only stone,
In a few seconds
The train is gone.
What to do,
Should they wait?
The gate is closed,
They were too late.
But hey, what's that?
It's dad's old car.
If one knows how to drive it,
They can come far.
They did what they planned,
The castle is already visible
On the horison.
Soon they'll be there.
But hey, what's this?
The engine starts to die.
Now they started to fall,
No time to say goodbye.
It was over in a flash,
They hit the tree instead of ground,
This is one weird car crash,
But at least the flight ended.
What's this noise?
It, can't be, the tree's alive!
Ron's wand's broken,
They're certainly going to die!
A branch hits the car's door,
Another smashes the roof.
Is this why they got back for?
Here goes the back window too.
Glass is shattered, they scream,
This tree really hates them,
Or is just always this mean.
Thankfully, engine turns on again.
C'mon, let's get out of here,
The car starts to drive on his own,
They scream in panick and fear.
Especailly Ron.
They left the tree behind,
Now they're safe again.
Ford disappeared in the Forrest,
But at least this is journey's end.
Climbing up the stone stairs,
They can't wait for the feast.
But hey, what's this?
One teacher is not here, the beast.
A cold voice startles them from behind,
It's Snape, and he's not pleased.
To him they cannot lie,
The Greasy Git from the dungeons he is.
As they stare into his black eyes,
Fidgeting they wonder,
If they were to choose between Snape and tree,
They'd rather be struck by thunder.