Four
Old friends,
Ravenclaw,
Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Slytherin,
Eternal founders of
The oldest school of
Magic in the area,
Ever are sundered furthermore.
Not a single sullied
One would
The old Slytherin
Agree to teach.
Squibs and muggle-borns,
To Salazar,
Only brought havoc.
Ravenclaw and the others
Yearned to change his mind,
Only opening themselves up
For rejection.
Broken and cracked their friendship
Remained ever-more.
One day, Slytherin took it to his
Ken–he'd
End the feud eternally, would Slytherin!
No more Godric to
Press for
Reunion--
Only death. Little did the
Man suspect,
In ages yet unknown,
Slytherin would
Evermore be
Solitary.
Presented is Peter Pettigrew,
Rat-man extraordinaire.
Once–and always–a
Marauder, never a betrayer.
In most
Sinister hours, hope proved
Elastic, and
Secrets stayed the same.
Black skull,
Eel-like serpent between its
Teeth, Dark Mark glares at
Rat-man,
A reminder of his shame. And
Yet, for all the
Evil Rat-man has committed, the
Dark Lord never broke him.
Poor Padfoot, forced daily to
Re-open
Old scars.
Masochist, he
Is not, but
Sirius
Endures the path of
Suffering he has chosen. For
Harry, he reminds himself, and the
Others–his brothers
Not by blood, nor by spoken
Oath bound.
Rather, in remembrance of
Eternal brotherhood, the
Dog star shines, weakening but proud.
Prongs Junior
Rides the Express
On his first day to
Magic school.
In a similar
Situation, another
Express rider requests
Sanctuary,
Under claims of
No vacancy elsewhere on
Board.
Ron and Harry's story this is not,
Or only peripherally.
Kinsmen instead
Endure the spotlight of what seems a
Never-ending war.
Unrelenting pressure
Needles the mind and memory of
Black.
Rogue though he was in
Old ages past, this
Knight in tarnished armor
Expunges
Nightmares of the
Fight,
Remembering tales of the
Evil
Explained by his godson's now never-
Written future.
Ranting and raving, the
Inadvertent hero
Thrusts out doubts less than
Efficiently.
Perhaps James was not the
Right decision?
Operation Icebreaker, a brilliant plan now
Made a mockery
In Voldemort's chambers.
Sirius
Exists, alive and
Sadly sensate--
Most of the time.
In
Sinister Azkaban,
Two brothers forge
Again the bonds of friendship
Kept ten years
Entwined,
Never betrayed.
Pickings are slim when
Recruiting aurors and
Other
Ministry personnel. James,
Injured in the battle,
Struggles to keep the world
Existing as he knows it.
Sirius carries the weight of heroes while
Remus
Enriches the
Minds of younger generations,
Expending energy to cope with
Mind-
Boggling portents.
Everyone else does their best to
Remain alive,
Every day looking that much more
Distressing, but still, hope remains.
Professor Dumbledore,
Realizing his fallibility,
Encourages Harry to
Leave the world he knows behind, to
Undertake a
Deviant trip through time. An
Era rewinds, and
The Godfather lives again
Only to take up young
Potter's former mantle. His
Resurrected parents take
On Voldemort for ten years longer,
Marauding pranksters four, now
Indelible heroes.
Sirius' decision made, time
Erases itself,
Severing the bonds of the future.
Perhaps
Robin is
Only toying with our
Minds?
I don't think
She's
Ever going to post this
Story.
After all, she has plenty of others to
Choose from. We haven't even
Caught a decent blurb yet.
Even the sketchy information she's
Provided is decidedly vague.
Tis a conspiracy, I tell you!
Everything about this story is
Diffuse and confusing.
The quintessential
Harry Potter alternate universe
Ever-more will produce
Unequaled discussions,
Non-fattening
Banter,
Ready-made laughter, much
Over-zealous cheer and even some dispair. The
Kinetic power of
Every choice reaches
Nuclear proportions when
Undiscovered talents form strong
Nets of
Invincible
Valour,
Equality, and courage.
Remember these tenets, and
See the
Eternities.
Yet another journal-type place for Darcy to rant, rave, and/or recuperate from the world.
Monday, January 1, 2007
What is This Thing? by DSDragon
Labels: fanfiction, Harry Potter, poetry, Unbroken Universe
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