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(A/N- This is dedicated to my grandpa who passed away last year, affecting me deeply. I felt as if though drowning with such over whelming emotions, so I wrote them down, all those feelings inside me poured into this poem/kind of song. As you read please think of a loved one you've either lost, or would hate to lose. Think of how much it would wound you in your heart, body, and soul. Also I hope to make it clear. I do not wish to make anyone of you emotionally overwhelmed by this. It's just easier to truly understand what
the words mean, by imaging it to be real¦)
3 Wishes not possible 3
It was a cloudless, chilling October night, with the full moon hanging high, illuminating the velvet sky, echoing a soft pale shade of blue , from up within the starry array of the heavens, accompanied with a gust or two of wind blowing by, every now and then. Of course, this was nothing a simple warming charm couldn't cure.
Even in the Astronomy tower, where the temperatures plummeted 40 degrees below the rest of the castle, it wouldn't have been surprising to chance upon it literally snowing up there, being Hogwarts and all. Stranger things have happened. Although the only other place within the school that sustain worst climates, were of course none other then the dungeons.
There sat a boy, gazing up into that flawless night sky and who may that person happen to be? Why, but none other then, Harry Potter, the golden boy of Gryffindor. He sat there gazing into the heavens, with a most heart wrenching of expressions, placed upon his mystifying features.
However none were aware to this distressing fact. Not even his most trusted of friends, who lay slumbering soundly tucked within there beds. This was how he wanted it, he's time to himself, which he truly cherished. So there he sat, indulging in the sense of elated peace, of being able to breathe so freely, away from all the people, the fame, the complications, this was his sanctuary.
Withdrawing an age old, leather bound note book from within the confines of his cloak, he opened it to the next blank page, and commenced to write. Words forming before his eyes, as he wrote diligently, every word overflowing with unmasked emotions…
Wish upon a star,
Is how the saying goes?
So many things to wish,
Alas, mine is but a myth,
One wish is all I ask,
From now until eternity,
A miracle, though not solely for me,
But meant for all, who share my grief,
Upon you my little star,
Grant me this…
Wishing for you to be,
Still here on earth with me,
Years ago,
How you were,
To listen to your tales untold,
Ending in laughter,
Happily ever after,
Please wake up I say,
Though to whom,
To myself, or to you,
Is it to you, or to myself?
For being a wishful fool,
I surely know this is no dream,
Though how desperately I wish it be,
I wish to travel back in time,
To make it seem as though a distant crime,
Not this cruel reality,
I've wished so many things,
Yet the one I wish for most,
Is for you to still be here,
For all of you who've passed,
Come back to those you love,
Who still have yet to pass
And last a tad bit longer, until duly
Ready part,
I wish upon you little star,
A wish not possible, from my heart
From now until eternity
And yet a myth, is all it'll be,
He finally finished, with tears streaming down his face and, unable to withstand the banks any longer, he cried, truly and unabashly cried for the first time since he was but a young child.
Hope you all liked it, and if you did please be kind enough to Review, or even if you didn't, I don't mind constructive criticism. In fact I would appreciate it; this way I can become a better writer, because there's
always room for improvement.
Not sure if this well be a one shot, but if some of the individuals who read this please send me a review as to if you would like me to continue this, or not... I have an idea of where I'm going with it but I'm not sure…
Thank you for reading owari…