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DH Spoiler Expectations by RayThe scenery outside was moving quickly. Albus didnt bother to focus on
anything. He was looking beyond the rainy outside.
Fear and anticipation: That was what was on his mind. Where would he get
sorted? Would his father approve?
That was the hard thing of being Harry Potters son. Not just Harry Potters
son, but the son that looked most like his father. Everybody, even his Uncles
and Aunts, and even his Grandma and Grandpa seem to expect greatness from him.
Like he was suppose to carry on his father legacy and defeat a powerful and
He shuddered at the thought. He felt like a huge weight had been thrown on
him, and people expected him to carry it with a smile on his face!
The compartment door opened. Rose, his cousin, walked in.
Hello. He said after one glance at the girl, and returning his eyes to the
Rose sat in front of him, her bag slung over her shoulder. Fred and James
are making trouble again! She said, half amused, h
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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