Verse I
Always There

Always there
In my mind
Everywhere
Her I find

Every day
Feelings grow
Such dismay
They can’t show

Shining eyes
Grip my heart
Out pour lies
Torn apart

He sees all
In my head
He sees her
She’ll be dead

I live on
Aching heart
When she’s close
Cruelest part

Does she know?
Can she see?
Not as though
She can’t read me

All alone
Chance a kiss?
Can’t go on
Hiding this

In my arms
Holding tight
Like I’m charmed
Feels so right

Lips so soft
I gave in
Kiss so warm
Luscious sin

Greatest fear
Into view
Crowing sneer
Horror true

I see thoughts
Evil glee
He saw her
Her with me

She sees pain
In my eyes
Thinks it’s her
Sobs and cries

I reach out
With my hand
Make her see
Understand

But she turns
Runs away
Insides burn
Naught to say

Curse myself
To the end
Terrified
Doomed my friend

Wish undone
Wasn’t to be
Sorry I hurt
Hermione

Verse II
Hermione's Dilemma

One of them is brave and bold
A Gryffindor through and through
Rushing to the aid of friends in need
Bravery entwined in virtue

One of them an international star
The first to champion my heart
The first to appreciate me for me
I wish we weren’t so far apart

One of them is my dear friend
Unmatched in driving me mad
Without knowing I love him so much
I’d jinx him with everything I had

Caught in the middle is my heart
I know not which way to turn
Unlike arithmancy no answer is wrong
Each holding something I yearn

Harry would stand against impossible odds
And fight for me to his end
But deep down inside I am so afraid
That he is better as just my best friend

Viktor would never ask of me
To go against my desires
But sometimes I feel I cannot tell
What fuels his internal fires

Ron holds the least mystery of all
I know that I’ll get what I see
But sometimes it’s like he thinks it’s a game
And won’t take life seriously

I lock away these thoughts inside
As I reach the very last stair
I see my date in the common room
Neville with a smile waiting there

I could no longer holdout for those I desired
So I asked Neville to go to the Ball
I was upfront with my intentions true
With a smile he said, “No problem at all.”

Many are things Neville may not be
But there are none who are more sincere
He’s the perfectly nervous gentleman
Whose demeanor can’t help but endear

We joyously laugh and dance all night
Not noticing the others had gone
And then we talked about all the old times
Unaware that it was just before dawn

He tells me he’s had a wonderful night
And politely kisses my hand
Who would have known how unwittingly
He became an amazing young man

As I climb the steps up the girls’ dorm
I realize my dilemma has grown
Would I have enjoyed Neville’s lips kissing mine?
I find myself wishing I’d known

Verse III
Why?

I don’t remember much.
I can’t see their faces.
I hear screams in my head at night.
I see a bright green flash I don’t understand.
They died that night; my parents.
Why?

I am an orphan
Taken in by my Aunt and Uncle.
They hate me.
Their son hates me.
I am like a parasite or illness to them.
Why?

I have a scar on my forehead.
It looks like a bolt of lightning.
Sometimes it hurts;
Mostly when I think of the green flash.
Somehow, I feel like they are connected.
Why?

My Aunt and Uncle cringe
Every time I ask about my parents.
“Died in a car crash.”
That’s all I can get them to say.
I think they’re keeping something from me.
Why?

They lock me up at night, like a prisoner,
In the cupboard under the stairs.
I’m a secret they’re keeping from the world;
A secret they wish they could forget forever.
They always talk about me in low, muffled voices.
Why?

Sometimes I stare at the ceiling in the cupboard
As though by some form of magic I will find an answer there.
Unfortunately, all I see is blankness
That mirrors my understanding of who I am and where I come from.
Everything about me is such a mystery and all I really want is to know is…
Why.

Verse IV
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Verse V
Father’s Magic

Standing there waiting.
Time like a dull blade
Dragging across my skin.
Pacing, wearing circles into the tiled floor.
Hands trembling, heart racing.
Will everything be okay?

The past comes rushing back to me.

How many times did I turn left
When I should have turned right
If it meant it would be all the better for you?
Can my fortune support the treasure in your dreams?
Is the river of firewhiskey in my past too long?
Did I make my first mistake made before you even got here?

All this fear returns and assaults me.

Watching you take your first breaths,
Screaming your objections to cold’s first kiss.
My knees buckle as pride overcomes me.
Only such pain could produce such perfection.
I am washed away in joy and relief.
Fate smiles upon you as your tiny lungs take to the air.

A myriad of tears pour out of me.

Your eyes gaze up and pierce me.
You have seized control of my life.
Every step I take has purpose now; for you.
Nothing is so high in the sky
That I can’t dare to fly there to get if for you.
No road is so long that I can’t walk it with you.

You are all that is dear to me.

Nothing but time can learn you this magic.
There are no books to read it in.
There are no schools to teach it in.
One day, perhaps, when I’m old and gray,
I’ll smile nearly as toothless a grin
As I watch you discover what I knew all of your years.

And then, son, life will be full for me.

Verse VI
Fallen Distant

Fallen Distant,
Beyond sight.
Dire instant,
Fleeting might.

Confrontation,
Bitter foe.
Decimation,
Seeping woe.

Wretched torments,
Feeble life.
Dismal moments,
Drowning strife.

Odious embers,
Seething red.
Vowing vengeance,
Make him dead.

Rising upward,
Spirits vile.
Beckoned onward,
Darkened guile.

Legions massing,
Renewed charge.
Brilliance passing,
Back at large.

Shadows crawling,
Legend’s call.
Doom impending,
Potter’s fall.

Verse VII
Final

I am reminded of a solitary seedling
set alone in a small clearing,
surrounded by mighty sequoias.

Shadows swathe me in darkness
leaving me with a chill that dances
a riotous and cold-footed jig on my spine.

I can’t see those glaring red eyes,
those portals of seething hate.
But I know they are here; I know he is here.

Fear has forsaken me, overrun by anger.
My losses have been too great to bow out now
and leave the chore that defines my life unfinished.

No more! It ends tonight!
Ghosts of familiar faces haunt me
and I go to make their ultimate sacrifice just.

Inhaling, I fill my lungs to capacity
before exploding with all the voice I can muster.
His name echoes among gasps of disbelief.

Directly before me they begin to part.
It is as though a massive gate made of midnight
has cracked open letting feeble light seep toward me.

He is there, a short distance behind
the opening his minions have left,
standing like a black pillar against the crimson sunset.

His wand is gripped tightly in his bone-white hands.
His black cloak is rippling and snapping in the breeze.
Those narrowed scarlet slits gleam from under his hood.

He is ready and slithers towards me arrogantly.
Soon, I can see enough of his face to see fangs bared
as he cackles through a wicked and confident grin.

The pace of my breath quickens; I feel doubt.
Sweat moistens my palm and my fingers tremble
causing the point of my wand to perform an anxious ballet.

I raise my wand to the ready.
Every muscle in my body tenses, poised for
this moment seven tumultuous years in the making.

A short distance away from me, he stops.
He looks around the scene nostalgically;
A dead man in our midst savoring his final moments before the last rites.

Then, he points his wand directly at me
and begins to hiss poisonous taunts,
daring me to make the first move; to take my best shot.

In a flash it is over; did I beat him?
For a moment there was a brilliant light
and I saw my mother with outstretched arms smiling at me.

And then…

Verse VIII
Untitled

In my eyes a gleaming flash
dancing with mingled fury.
Ghastly green consumes the night
piercing my soul with worry.

Flames of rage tore me apart
leaving naught but charcoal remains.
All my feelings trapped inside
ablaze in damnation’s chains.

No other thoughts inside my mind;
governed by thirst for revenge.
Wounded love’s useless pleading,
crushed by the need to avenge.

Softly came compassion’s breeze
whisking the ashes away.
All that lingered of our love
forsaken leaving dismay.

Somewhere distant from this fear,
where only pleasant dreams reach,
our love’s ashes came to rest
where horror may not impeach.

First fell snow upon the past,
burying remorse, regret.
Then coursed down a cleansing rain,
remembering to forget.

A brilliant smile from above
kissed what once knew pain and toil.
The soothing cold, winter’s heart,
had turned our ashes to soil.

The tiniest green seedling
poked its head into the sun.
Stretching weakly in the warmth,
a new dream from ours undone.

Lightning lashed out at the sky
and the thunder boomed and roared.
Leaves fell from the mighty trees
but the seedling’s spirits soared.

When summer came to this dream,
when fate could no more protest,
a flower bloomed despite all;
vivid red shaming the rest.

Its aroma was so sweet;
it erased the dreary gray.
Back came memory of a face;
should have never walked away.

Deep within my muddled heart,
A place no other can touch,
grows a flower meant for you,
my need was never so much.

All I have survived and seen,
all the perils I’ve lived through,
have proven life incomplete
unless every day has you.

Verse IX
Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans

I think that I’ll try this one,
it’s shiny and dark red.
Could be spicy cinnamon,
or strawberry instead.

Had a blue one yesterday,
thinking blueberry jam.
Turned out to be chicken breast,
stuffed with blue cheese and ham.

Ate a black one weeks ago,
hoping for licorice.
Rinsed out my disgusted mouth,
I don’t care for uncooked fish.

Once I had a cherry one
I thought was safe enough.
But choked on the cherry pit;
need warnings on this stuff.

There’s a green one in the box
I swear I will not touch.
Many tales from foolish friends
of bogey beans and such.

Take my sister Sally Sue
who hoped for brownie fudge.
Out she spat the dark brown bean
tasting like sewer sludge.

Then there’s my pal Peter Pry
who tried one orange-gold.
What he got was tangerine
covered in stinking mold

Sometimes they taste wonderful,
I like them quite a lot.
But there are days I could jinx
crazy old Bertie Bott!

Verse X
His Last Dream

Awoken, I find myself in boundless sunshine
surrounded by cotton clouds with glitter-like
flashes set against the backdrop of a sky
so blue it stopped my heart.
And people say my eyes are shocking.

I seem to have misplaced my spectacles,
but find that I do not need them.

Sharp is my focus on the highly polished boards of maple
laid out forming an alleyway before me.
And, no matter how many times I knock down
that headpin dressed in pearly white with a red stripe,
along with his nine companions,
they all simply jump right back to their feet.
They’re like children who enjoy being toppled by
my shining, golden-speckled ball.

There is an amazing bowl of Lemon Drops here,
one I cannot seem to empty no matter how many I eat.
So, I just sit and savor the sour sweetness
while my ears are filled with the sounds
of a string quartet playing Mozart
gently in the background.

What a perfect day!
There are no spells, no curses, no counter-jinxes,
just an inner smile that never goes away.

Night comes so I sit under the stars
and listen to a serene breeze chatting with
the wise old oaks of the forest to the south.
I lay on the long brown grass waving here and there
tickling my feet and I wonder where I left my socks.
I wonder if I will ever wake up.
I wonder if I even want to.

That blinding green flash,
that intense pain like razors slicing me,
and all that worry.

Once, I said that it does not do
to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
Maybe in this case I was wrong.

A/N ~ The quote from is from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K. Rowling. Special thanks to the nutty imp for beta reading this one.

Verse XI
Snape’s Verse

Accusations,
weapon in hand,
witnesses,
and an open and closed case.
Swiftly falls your
hammer of judgment.

Beware,
fields of knowledge extend
far beyond the boundaries
of your pathetic mind,
your narrow sight.

A sickening
presence, my
name enflames you.
Angry red fights
through mother’s green,
You detest me.

Could those sentiments
not function perfectly in reverse?
Or are you consumed
in some fallacy,
A deity fallen from a
plane of perfection?

No one can see
every possible end,
even with the aid of
an insufferable know-it-all.
Sacrifice, no matter
how grand in scale,
is the first step.
That much he knew.

My life? My existence?
You have no concept of either.
Try to walk a fine line
stretched across the
depths of damnation.
One slight misstep means doom.
Could you survive it?

Storm at me,
Unleash your fury,
I dare you.
For most of your abysmal life
I withstood the pressure
Of two tectonic plates
crashing together.
You sorrowful tantrums
Cause me little disquiet.

Be gone with your
uniformed, misguided
accusations.
In the years to come,
I will accept your full
apology.