Author: BeatrixForNow

Updated: May 16, 2006

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters etc. etc. belong to J.K.Rowling.

Summary: Poetry: a view of Harry Potter's 5th year, describes mostly in sounds. Mild HPDM slash to follow, but only if you squint.

Notes: All reviews and comments are appreciated—truly. Flames will be disregarded. Enjoy.


Part One


silence

so impenetrable that breaking it

would be a gross mutilation

of the stillness that hatred's

burning creates.

-

deafening

it's there, a roar raging in your ears

as you tighten your grip

wings pulsing weakly against your fingers.

A metallic light blinds you, reflecting off your glasses

and you look

away

as the perfect sphere of gold

rolls out your palm

victory.

-

white noise

of everyone buzzes around you

a myriad of colors swish by

only supported by offered arms

and lethal heels.

-

laughter

loud and raucous, as a lithe

redhead tumbles into your arms

loosely gripping her glass

spiked.

A byproduct of the celebrations,

And you walk away.

Ginny is still laughing.

-

echoes

humming in the lofty hall

as your footsteps lead away from

the beat of the Wicked Sisters behind you.

-

pianissimo

doleful chords murmur through

the hallway

Opus 62, No. 2

You enter the small room and

stare

as a flaxen head bows over

the keyboard

and it seems that the music has been

plucked from the very

air itself, living a tune.

The head does not lift but the

music stops

reluctantly

on E sharp.

He lifts the pedal and averts his gaze,

Chopin,

he declares simply

and begins again

sadly.

Waltz in B Minor.

-

broken french

the faint smell of peeled newts

permeates the air of the

dank corridor

as you stride towards your weekly façade

You enter the familiar classromm;

a sharp face blazes in the fire

greasy hair and dark robes squats

in front of it.

You cough and the blonde female in the fire

scowls and mutters

while the man

spits out a string of broken French

And you find yourself wishing that you

could understand.

Even though

'Merde'

Seems pretty obvious.