Bubble, Bubble, Toil and Trouble-- A Next-Generation-Harry-Potter Tale.

PART I: Faded

Chapter 7: Sola Scamander, Poem

Sola Scamander

Poem

The vagabond in me

Still sings

I see the shadows of lost images

Upon the stone walls of the castle

Each face ties me here

Yet I remember

The things I've seen

The places I've left an aura of my presence

Where I held my mother's hand

Where I gasped or sighed

I have brought back pieces with me

And still I am the old person

Who came here years before

A mission I don't have

But it's odd just the same

How I am two people at once

How I am millions of people,

Each of them standing in a different place

With her hand raised in the air

Listening to the others, looking through their eyes

It's good to be back

But in an empty way

Sometimes I'd rather be

In another's body

But at least I still see what she sees

For I am she, and she is me..

The vagabond in me

Still sings.