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Albus dumbledore the wisest of them all,
Or so they say in the whispers of the hall
Defeater of Darkness, Leader of Light
One Shadowed all hallows night,
Lights flying away from the Lamps in rows,
Dimming the view of the neat little houses
Each the same with their neat little garden
Not a single imperfection in sight but one
The wise man walked down the coal black street
Silent but for the swaying of his robes and the clicking of his boots
He stopped at the door with the number four
proudly proclaimed against the snow white paint
A cat from across the street came towards the man
The cat morphed into a woman
With strict lines forming across her face
Not soon after a rumble in the silent night could be heard
A giant of a man came in to the light off of his ride
Carrying a bundle that was the size of his hand
Crying all the way
The Wise man took the bundle from the Giant
While woman shushed the Giant as not to wake the unknowing
The bundle flap opened to show a sleeping babe
With a lightning scar on his fore head
The babe opened his eyes to show eyes of Emerald
The man spelled the child to the land of sleep
Placing him just in front of the door of No.4
The woman frowned at the wise man saying he was a Hero
That these people were no good
They would never understand him
The wise man ignored her pleas
Ans placed a single letter on top of the sleeping babe
Leaving with his companions
Not knowing In Less than ten years
The boy who he hoped would be their saviour
Would leave them to their fates.
Because as Wise as Albus Dumbledore may be
The wise are blind to their faults in their plans
As are those who idolised him
So they never thought of protecting him from attacks from the inside.
And that is why it can be said that the wise are wise from experience
But they need to be fools to act rashly
So The Wise are fools, fools that sealed their own fate.