A/N: Harry, in this poetry collection, is someone who's listened to rap, and I hope that the 'flow' of his poetry comes out, as well as little hidden meanings here and there as is the case commonly with rap verses.

As you'll come to see, Hermione has her own style of writing poems, slower and more sombre.

I also have my own style of writing poems lol, but I hope that I can differentiate Harry and Hermione to tackle their distinctive voices. It's a writing challenge for sure, and I'm doing it as an experiment to help me improve my poetry outside of fanfic.

I hope everyone enjoys. I love poetry, and why not help myself and you guys achieve harmony through the Harmony we've all come to love.

Likely going to have a poem each for Harry and Hermione in every chapter, and there will be an overarching story which will bloom as the chapters go.

No release schedule, but poetry is naturally shorter than regular fiction so you can expect updates pretty frequently, depending on how writing goes elsewhere.

Without further ado, enjoy.

Harry - Lost and Found

I remember the first time I saw you.

In a train to Hogwarts,

I could feel my heart flying towards you.

Soaring like a calling

Was bringing me my fortune.

Your hair was a curly brown,

Little frown as you twirled a wand around

And complained aloud

Of a missing toad abound—

Felt like lost and found, God even now

It's me who's lost, and you're the one who found.

Together we founded something

So precious, not just peace and love

But a family and children

That even now feels like magic.

The journey was tragic,

Hurling like tactics

Were sticking tacks

To my life like a slap

Sticks to the cheek.

This is that story,

Told through poetry.

A present from you to me.

Guess you could call it a rap.

Hermione - Green

I've always come to love the colour green,

For many reasons, as will soon be seen.

The lusciousness is akin to a dream—

Not the flush of a fever, but an abiding peace.

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And your green was always sparkling,

Was always harkening to a spar to win—

Battling the forces that went far to bring

Destruction to the magical world we are in.

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I saw you first in that train compartment.

Your hand was in a pocket, stuffed,

Your shirt looking cuffed. Dishevelled

Not just with dirt but with dust.

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I must impress that the must on your neck

Must have been a mistake instead.

The English mist took my mustering courage

And forced my brown to your green right then.

A/N: My poetry style isn't the most conventional, in the literary sense, so I do hope everyone enjoyed despite that. I'm a fan of going with the flow and not keeping myself to a specific rhyme scheme, unless that's how it naturally comes out. And don't worry, I won't pad the word count with author notes lol.

Everyone have a nice day, wherever you are. Hope to have a second chapter soon!