Chapter 3- the first sonnet
Harry Potter scratched his head as he reread the first poem in the book, he felt like he was trying to read Chinese, at least now he knows what Dudley feels like whenever he looks at a math problem. With a shudder he decided that he would read and understand all of these poems if only so that he would never be able to compare himself to Dudley, ever, ever again. Turning his head sideways like changing the angle of his head would help him understand it, he wondered if he read the bloody thing out loud he might be able to guess what the bloody hell it was talking about.
"From fairest creatures we desire increase…" ok obviously that means that people like pretty things, snorting Harry thought about how even wizards would ooh and aww over anything shiny and new.
"that thereby beauty's rose might never die…" Harry blinked at that line, wondering if that meant that everyone wanted things to stay beautiful forever, an eternity of happiness was what it sounded like to him.
"but as the riper by time should decease…" that was sad Harry thought, it was like the poet was saying that time destroys everything, well Harry didn't believe that one bit, surely some things could survive the test of time, he decided he would think upon what things later.
"his tender heir might bear his memory…" that's something time couldn't destroy, harry thought in satisfaction, the bonds between people would live on even after one died.
"But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes…" Harry pouted as he thought out the meaning of that line, maybe it meant that people were self centered? Always looking in the mirror, maybe.
"feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial food…" Aha! So they were to prideful... huh! Harry knew a lot of people like that.
"making a famine where abundance lies…" so these people starved themselves of ever finding love because they were too busy to bother with anyone but themselves.
"thyself a foe, to thy sweet self too cruel…" that's horrible, Harry thought. They were practical destroying themselves with loneliness. That was a whole another take on 'your worst enemy is yourself'.
"thou art now the world's fresh ornament" you are still young, new to living, without the wisdom that is supposed to come with age. That most definitely describes all the students at Hogwarts.
"and only herald to the gaudy spring…" perchance they mean we only wait for the superficial things in life, Harry could see that. Like jewelry, it was superficial and pointless in the long run.
"within thine own bud buriest thy content…" with our foolishness we lose the happiness that we could have had. Harry was mournful at that line, there was so little happiness in the world already without people throwing it away.
"and, tender churl, mak'st waste in nigarrding…" Harry stopped to look up what churl meant, somebody regarded as having bad manners, so a brat who hid that he was wasting away by making people think he was vain. Somehow Harry could only think of a certain blond haired slytherin that would fit that profile.
"pity the world, or else this glutton be…" think now of others before all you can of is yourself, Harry shivered, he hoped that even that brat's heart never became so cold.
"to eat the world's due, by the grave and thee." If you don't you will suffer regret in life, or by way of punishment in the afterlife. Harry wondered to himself if blondie would hex him if he told him to stop being so self absorbed... probably.
Sighing Harry Potter closed the book, turned off the lights and went to bed. Who knew a book could be so exhausting? Snuggling under his thin blanket Harry Potter resolved to read some more in the morning.
Watching from up above Fate and Magic cackled as the spun a golden unbreakable thread around Draco Malfroy weaving it to encompass his entire being(both spiritual,magical,and physical) before attaching the other end back to Harry Potter's soul, whispering eerily "your wish is our command" before the goddess' descended into howling laughter once more.
In a Malfroy Manner a certain blond git sighed contentedly in his sleep and curled into a silk pillow, unknowing that his life would never be the same. Perhaps if he did he would not be so content, but who knows, those of Veela blood were always so strange when it came to their mate.