I had my own Hogwarts High
And had my humble Hogsmeade
I had my magical classrooms too
Where I learnt to write and read
There were my dearest friends
There was a good Dumbledore
Ron and Hermione I had mine
Malfoy and like who enmity
bore
There were good teachers helpful
There were some nasty ones too
Some stood firm to guide me well
Some in word and deed to pain drew
In Hogsmeade I met some girls fair
None I could make a girl friend
Intent on learning my own magic
Thus Hogwarts years drew to end
The trophies and mementoes I won
They are not of import any more
Dangers in duty are sharp in memory
About which spoke the dear Dumbledore
In combat I’m now
against Death Eaters
As potent and cruel as they can be
“Avada Kedavra” they’ve shot often
At me, dropped dead on earth to see!
Dead and gone I’d have been by now
Had it not for a flaw in evil plan
Miraculously I have escaped always
By Savior’s blood that saved man
In future too, I believe, will be shielded
By the holy cross of Calvary mound
Until the day of eternal joy of heaven
By my loving Father I will be found
Xavier Bage
Thurs, March 17, 2016
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