By: Melissa Potter
Gringotts Bank
I leaned against the wall inside the bank
And into that wall I sank
I hoped 10 years was almost over
I should have brought a 4-leaf clover
As the hours went by, my heart sank.
"I'll never get out of this bank"
At last, in the month of May
I finally saw the light of day
I said "I'm finally free!
I can see!"
Or so I thought until I saw the cuffs
I should have packed some earmuffs
Werewolf
I looked past the unicorn and what did I see?
Something that scared even me
It's differences from wolves can mount
The most obvious is the snout
As I watched it stalk
I thought of a key and lock
If there is a full moon
You may be scared of one soon
The one I saw, though fast, never caught
The unicorn that it sought
The Truth
The truth is near
I feel it's almost here
I saw a shadow on the sun
Now the months of waiting will dwindle to none
We will know soon
I can see it in the moon
For all the questions you might ask
I perform one final task
You will finally know the true me
Shela and I, sisters we may be
Author's note: Hi, it's me. Just thought you should know that this poem rings true. Not long after I wrote this poem, I started my fan fic.
Death
The darkness is swirling down
Draping over me like a gown
I run over my life in my head
And this is all that can be said
England, my home it is
You-Know-Who thinks it's his
A flash of green light, a scream
And it all fades, like a dream
The nightmare is all too true
Except no one has a clue
One was found, two were not
Were presumed dead, left to rot
Black found them on that day
Then he realized they could not stay
Didn't have so much as a tent
So to the U.S.A. they were sent
But of the one who was found
Is now known, world renowned
Harry Potter is his name
But to us he is the same
So as my life fades away
That is a memory here to stay
Author's note: Dreary poem ain't it? If you haven't guessed already, this is a poem written by a character in my fan fic (my character) about her death. I will not, however, tell you what age she was (or will be) when she died (or dies). Quite frankly, it's for me to know and you to find out.
Letting Go
credited to: Hermione
When I close my eyes, �tis your face I see
It�s like you�re standing right beside me
I look at the stars and the sky of which they are part
A pattern, the map of my heart
And I wonder where you are
So close and yet so far
I prayed you felt this way too
Oh, if only you knew
Then the guilt of wishing this upon you
A pain that goes through and through
You have suffered too much
Have lost in matters such
Lost love ones is almost too much to bear
Just thinking about it makes my heart tear
Now here you are, a teen
Knowing many evils, seen and unseen
Having to grow up so fast
Never able to forget the past
Though you are a hero to some
Sometimes I fear what you�ve become
It seems that everyday
You drift further and further away
You�re not the boy I once knew
The boy for which my love is so true
You were willing to throw it all away
The gift for which your parents dearly did pay
Through their death, they saved your life
Almost lost with one flick of the knife
Sometimes I think to talk to you
Maybe you�d come back if you knew
But reality is a cruel mistress
Making the outcome full of darkness
You�re so close to the end of that ledge
What if I pushed you over the edge?
I saw you there; you were almost dead
Just lying lifeless on that bed
I couldn�t live with myself if it happened again
Surely if it did, I�d follow you then
I�m afraid you�ll never know
Of this feeling that haunts me so
This way he will be okay
This is how it�s meant to be anyway
I love him enough to let him go
Because love for me he did not show
�Tis better to have loved and lost
To want to save them, no matter the cost
Then to have never loved at all
To never have felt your heart�s call
Author's note: This poem makes its home in the 28th chapter of my fan fic "Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix" as a poem written by Hermione. Keep in mind that this is a poem written by Hermione and does not in any way reflect any romantic feelings Melissa might feel for her brother ('cause let's just face it, that'd be gross).
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