Harry Potter poems

I made these… :)

Heir of Gryffindor

Books stacked, ordered quill
Lash incantations scattered
One exploded, face blackened
Black, the smell of charcoal,
That’s Me!

Little witches
Running panic,
Small blue, sparkling electric
Buzzing sank in chaos
Pixies-Pixies cheered
A large prey caught
Tip swinging frame,
That’s Me!

Loud screams
Among the grinning green leaves 
Sculpted faces, in the blazing light of greenhouse
Struck, 
A stocky body tumbled fainting, 
That’s Me!

I was weak, coward that I am, forgetful that I, I and I!
But no! When I raise the name,
“I’m Neville Longbottom, a true heir of Gryffindor”

BETWEEN THE CHOSEN ONE

He smiled, he laughed, looking happy
Long rows of benches in the great hall
Invisible, hidden…
Silent, without millions of words, two pairs of eyes
Look at him

A flick raced smooth, flowing sparkling
Red as dusk, is always burning in the flames of desire
Shrouded behind the book, 
Her eyes were wistful
Look at him

Dark black pearls, flowing gently touched her shoulder
Sweet, round face as white as snow
Smiled shyly at him

The Chosen One, unpretentious and not grieving
Bandaged scar
Great history, the enemy of darkness, the most valuable friend
Did he know, two hearts are bound in love with him?

Three dimensions of the transition on the verge of feeling …
Small chink radishes, smiled full of meaning
A little smile of the dreamer, seeing them
Who would you choose, Harry?
The Quiet Lion or
The Sulking Eagle?

By: Me