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Things Harry Potter Taught MeThat love conquers fear,
That courage in the face of adversity is powerful.
That friends are friends, no matter their appearance,
That true love is undying.
That we all have talents that sometimes we don't see,
That bonds of friendship are stronger than any evil.
That when you lose the ones you love,
They never really leave.
That being the brainiest,
Doesn't make you the friendless one.
That being courageous,
Means you're strong.
Harry Potter taught me that I can overcome anything,
If I put a little effort in.
That happiness exceeds all dark thoughts,
And can protect me from harm.
But most of all,
Harry Potter taught me about magic.
It is real, if unseen with the naked eye.
It taught me about imagination,
"You'll stay with me?"
"Until the end."
We slept in the cupboard,
We released the boa constrictor,
We got our letters,
And we discovered we were wizards.
We journeyed to Hogwarts,
And got sorted into our homes,
We slept in our common rooms,
And gained points for our houses.
We lulled Fluffy to sleep,
And protected the Stone,
All in just our first year.
Then we returned to the castle,
And began our second year,
We flew with Harry on our broomsticks,
Wiped slime from our lips with Ron.
Cried in the toilets with Hermione,
Suffered prejudice with Harry,
Got hung from chandeliers with Neville.
We discovered the Chamber,
And we defeated the Basilisk.
We destroyed our first Horcrux,
At the time we didn't even know it.
We brewed the Mandrakes,
Flew the Ford Anglia,
Made friends with Dobby,
And freed him from his enslavement.
We returned in our third year,
To just as much adventure.
We time travelled with Hermione,
We let Remus Lupin enter our hearts.
We flew over the paddocks,
On the back of Buckbeak.
We got our Firebolts,
1420 MHzHe keeps a list wadded in the depths of his front, left pocket: where he holds his keys, and the forgotten/abandoned shell of a lone pistachio. The list is his biography, written in the shape of Argentine Spanish:
Me gustan los tomates en verano.
Yo amo a mi novio.
Nos besamos. (Mi novio chupa mis dedos de los pies.)
Las estrellas cantan sus canciones.
Mi nombre no es Eduardo.
Vivo con Jacobi ahora.
His pants are wadded, now, on summer-warmed hardwood; his shirt is draped over the back of a cane-back chair, the most incongruous of antiques in Jacobi’s tech-nerd lair. Headphones clamp his ears, and fill his head with the lisping whisper of interstellar hydrogen, broadcasting itself at a neat 1420 MHz. Bedroom is the wrong word for a place like this, despite the sorts of furnishings one might expect. There is a bed, a dresser, a bookshelf and two nightstands cramped with magazines, graphic novels. An alarm clock
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