Rebirth
I'll never forget the grand letter that came,
Delivered by owl, and bearing my name
Written in green ink, on a parchment scroll
And as I read the words, I finally felt whole.
Suddenly logic could be well applied;
I'd the explanation for which I had tried
Since childhood angers produced surreal
Occurrences I had dismissed as unreal.
Here was the truth: magic ran in my veins
And I needed to go off to school to be trained
And to hone the skills that were my birthright:
My entire world changed in the space of a night.
I was a witch—no more boring or plain
And in a new world, I had so much to gain!
Before I knew, I was whisked far away,
And made part of a truly magical display.
Hogwarts School was both enigma and dream;
Little really was as it had first seemed.
Floating ghosts, singing hats, portraits animated:
Mum and Dad were amazed when all this I related.
But for all of the wonders, this also was true:
As dazzled as I was, there were dangers, too.
Who would have thought the release of a troll
Would further a madman's nefarious goal?
I found true friends in that night's aftermath
Shielded by them in face of monster's wrath.
And after that, many adventures were had
By Gryffindor House's first-year triad.
And I became a part of something great,
Protecting both worlds from a terrible fate;
Yet, all I learnt that year, beginning to end,
Taught me the greatest magic exists in my friends.