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Disclaimer: Nope none of these characters belong to me. Because although I don't mention names we all know its about Harry and Hermione which both belong to there author, J.K. Rowling.
Summary: It's a sort of poem that Hermione writes. I can't tell you anymore or I will ruin it for you.
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Once upon a time
Once I was a child.
Filled with incredible excitement and new fear at the opportunities the owl-brought parchment brought me.
Once I had a dream.
Like all children. Not like at my other school where I was scorned and teased by boys and girls alike. No, this time I would shine. Be known and loved by everyone. But you, at such a tender age, had already achieved that, in my mind. So you were to be the first stepping stone in the long road towards my dream. But.
Once I was a child.
With childish feelings, unable to fully understand what they meant. So.
Once I was in love.
How I laugh now at that foolish thought. So blind was I, so innocent in the ways of the world. And I was blind, so blind was I that I dragged you in to my dream. We did share it for a while, didn't we. Fond are those memories. But while I appeared to carve my own destiny, my name already becoming more famous than the likes of Lockhart, you, you who used to be my whole world, you slipped away. Finding your destiny already carved, you chose a rockier path. Falling to drugs and booze, unable to cope with adulthood too much like your childhood. Many had their theories, but I think mine was the most realistic. You, like Judy Garland, Shirley Temple and Macauly Culkin, was unable to, no that's wrong, you were quite capable of doing anything you pleased, you were unable to grow up. Always thought as "the boy who lived", people didn't seem to be able to cope with "the man who lived". But when those close to you tried to break into your bubble of self-destruction you had created, you fought their help. Hanging onto your bubble as if it was your last life thread in this world.
Yes, Once I was a child.
And, Once I was I love.
But that was once upon a time.