"No matter what tongue we speak or land we come from, our hearts beat as one."

mischief and such wit
  moony, wormtail, padfoot, prongs
  they're the marauders
and when the job's done
  wave your wand and just say this
  'mischief managed!' done
cleverness present
  but wasted on breaking rules
  yet used for the fun

He's tiger eyed
He's lion hearted, he's wolf spirited - so mysterious
Serious Black couldn't be more devious

Genius as a genie in a bottle, their wish is to follow
No wallows in sorrow, not a bottle swallowed
The boy shined so bright, ever wonder where the stars go?
He shouted in San Diego, they heard him up in Chicago

He goes maps edge to chase what he's pursuing
Viewing his world that they ruined, he knew it could never be new again

Old is his soul but is fresh as the meat to these vultures
War in his peace is the key to his sculpture

Pulse no longer lasts, nothing left in his mass
Fast to the black, left only legacy to pass

spilled ink and bottle hovering over the carpet.
a black cat laying lazily on the desk
tail swishing in the sunlight

black pawprints on the scrolls of my Charms homework
and a chewed up quill on the chair
that smells like gum

“homorphus”

the ink and bottle both fall to the carpet
my roommate is now laying on my desk, half asleep,
her tail slowly disappearing into nothing

her hands and bare feet covered in black ink
bits of feather in her grinning mouth
and a small *** of pink gum
in her hair

I've been swimming in the sea for so long
Dehydrated. Exhausted. Hopeless.
The waves are eating me alive
While I try and crane my neck higher and higher to breathe air
The rough and angry waters pull me down like the Devil's Snare
And the only way for its defeat is the touch of your hands,
Pulling me out of the waters
For so many times, I've chosen to let it eat me alive
Like how Ronald Weasley kept on moving while the Devil's Snare swallows him faster
But I think, I am calmer now
It's time to go ashore and rinse myself from the salty and sting-y water.

I reread the same books over and over
And I don't care how many reasons you have to hate the series
These books are like people
Sure, they have flaws
But I love them for everything they are
I see their beauty, not their mistakes
I will always love them
Because they were my escape
When everything was crumbling
They were my friends
When people weren't
And rereading them
Reminds me
Of how beautiful it was
To escape
I don't care if you hate them
Just like people, if you don't like them, leave them alone
No on is forcing you to associate yourself with them
You don't need to go around spreading news about their flaws
Because you have many of your own
My emotions
Are connected to those books
Because they saved my life
So leave them alone