A/N: Ok, I know this poem is strange, and that it changes styles throughout, but I think that is exactly what the books do. If you have any coments, criticism, or advice, please review!
Disclaimer: I own nothing of JK Rowlings. Is that clear enough? I hate these stupid things. If we're putting stuff up on here, then we've obviously already made an agreement that we give credit to the original authors, so what's the point?
A FLASH! and light lights the wand,
A BANG! and a snake slithers on the floor.
A CRACK! and a boggart's gone,
A whisper,"NOX!" and darkness floods the door.
A world of mystery,
And dangerous thoughts,
With witches and wizards,
Magical gumdrops.
Those without magic
Are called muggles, you hear?
And those of that parentage,
Mudbloods, I fear.
Hermione and Harry, Ron and their friends,
Use magic and luck to reach their noble ends.
But deadly their enemy, snake-like, that foe,
Death dogs his footsteps, wherever he goes.
One must die, of the two so alike,
Who yet are as different
As the day and the night.
Yet hope there is still, in darkened, sad hearts,
For who could ever tell
Where legends end, and where do they start?
Life is a miracle,
The Potter's more so,
For he of us all
Is the Unnamed's greatest foe.
Yet while prophecies live, they will never die,
And the two men's destinies are strangely tied.
And Harry, like Voldemort, will never be free
Until one or the other will no longer be.
The tale continues,
Where it ends, who can tell?
With joyous glad cheering,
Or funeral bells?
I know the end not,
Neither do you...
We only can hope
The best will come true.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of JK Rowlings. Is that clear enough? I hate these stupid things. If we're putting stuff up on here, then we've obviously already made an agreement that we give credit to the original authors, so what's the point?
A FLASH! and light lights the wand,
A BANG! and a snake slithers on the floor.
A CRACK! and a boggart's gone,
A whisper,"NOX!" and darkness floods the door.
A world of mystery,
And dangerous thoughts,
With witches and wizards,
Magical gumdrops.
Those without magic
Are called muggles, you hear?
And those of that parentage,
Mudbloods, I fear.
Hermione and Harry, Ron and their friends,
Use magic and luck to reach their noble ends.
But deadly their enemy, snake-like, that foe,
Death dogs his footsteps, wherever he goes.
One must die, of the two so alike,
Who yet are as different
As the day and the night.
Yet hope there is still, in darkened, sad hearts,
For who could ever tell
Where legends end, and where do they start?
Life is a miracle,
The Potter's more so,
For he of us all
Is the Unnamed's greatest foe.
Yet while prophecies live, they will never die,
And the two men's destinies are strangely tied.
And Harry, like Voldemort, will never be free
Until one or the other will no longer be.
The tale continues,
Where it ends, who can tell?
With joyous glad cheering,
Or funeral bells?
I know the end not,
Neither do you...
We only can hope
The best will come true.
