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Way of the Wizard

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Way of the wizard

On the train my owl by my side.
My wand on the seat next to me.
Oh what could be more fabulous than
Going to the school I only dreamed about.
Whilst I sit on the couch,
Waiting to arrive, excited enough not to slouch.
How I got so lucky I have no clue,
The school I never thought I would see.
My magic is minimal and what to do,
I haven't a clue!
My classmates and I are here,
It looks so much better than I could have Imagined.
Dumbledore would have stood there smiling,
But he is long gone I am afraid,
I am the first American student there.
I am so very lucky to have received this letter,
Hopefully this school will be better.
I wanted to leave American School,
I hated it there, the names and the games,
The torment I endured on a daily basis.
How to do well, my way must be precise.
Friends will come, they always do.
I love my friends it is kind of taboo.
The hat is placed so gently on my head,
It knows where I belong, but he draws out the simple process.
I could belong to three different houses, he says
I guessing the three but Slytherin for sure.
Make me puzzle and make me guess,
But he says Gryffindor like the rest.
Classes come and classes go,
The winter months fly by and a new term starts anew.
The classes come and go again,
A danger comes from the forest.
The Dark Lady emerges like an England Tourist.
She is an ambiguous figure, dapped in a long black cloak.
The faceless shadow of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
She prepares to fight, the battle to decide.
The one to stop her, I was told, was little ickle me.
I step out to face my demise,
I try my hardest, I can win I sur mise.

The battle commences,
The spells fly.
The fight is not over,
I must by sly.

Through thick and thin,
With Hogwarts on my side.
The spells keep flying.
The noise keeps going.
She who is death herself,
Casts a spell to beat the rest,
The Expellarmus Charm and my wand goes flying.
I am powerless, I am staring death in the shadowy face,
The grim monster of fate and the evilest among us.
She wants me gone, like Voldemort to Harry many years ago.
I summon my wand to aid me even more.
Avada Kedavra she yells and aims at me,
Trying to finish me off. I can't give up!
Obsidio I yell at her, I can't let her win.
I cast the same spell that could end my life,
Right back at her. She won't see my face again (Except in her grave).
I have read the books beginning to end and over again,
J.K. Rowling would have gone crazy if she knew this place was real.
I can't get over how much the school has changed me.
Just one way of the wizard...This is a dream poem (based on a dream) and is not fixed to one standard
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