The magical world has nothing so fair,
As a stunning young girl, with bright, copper hair.

Her lips are like petals, a soft blushing rose,
A perfect companion for her sweet button nose.
Her eyes are like emeralds, one flash and you’re gone,
Trapped in a dream of where she should belong.

Her wand made of willow - her robes, deepest black,
Her heart a possession of which I do lack.
For she does not love me,
No she does not care,
For what could this girl want with my loving stare?

My skills are not special, My arrogance too,
Does nothing but push me still further from you.
But Lily, I love you!
No plainer than that –
I want and adore you, Right there where you’re sat.

You sit doing homework, And chewing your quill,
And all I can think of is my love for you still.
Though you do not know it,
Nor I till just now,
There is more than just hatred behind every row.

You think that I’m childish, Perhaps it is true,
But a child is like nothing if I’m not with you.

You’ve looked up from your work now,
You’re looking at me,
I know that it isn’t with love that you see.

My darling sweet Lily,
For that’s what you are,
For now I will settle to watch from a-far.

Oh little Scrooler, how you sing,
You are to me a pretty thing,
You sit beneath the cloudy sky,
And hum a song both low and high.

I sit here on my balcony,
And wonder what it is to be,
For none but little Scrooler knows,
What lies beyond the highs and lows.

To watch the world from a far off place,
And see no life, no friend, no face,
But hum and feel the fates who weave,
The highs and lows that we’ll receive.

Oh little Scrooler, Sneakoscope,
You warn me when I do provoke,
And save me from some further harm,
With your low and high alarm.

For this I thank you my dear friend,
And even when your song does end,
You’ll stay with me, here by my side,
Together we will watch the tide,

As the world turns we will go,
And see the lake rise high – fall low.

The Fat Friar’s Song

I walked the paths of Hogwarts,
In Hufflepuff’s own fell,
And there I saw a pretty maid,
She said her name was Nell.

She sat upon a tree branch,
And smiled up at the sky,
And yet there was a glistening tear,
Falling from her eye.

I asked her of her problems,
To fix them if I could,
For sadness should not fill the girl
Who’s sitting in that wood.

She said that life was troubled,
Her friendship was a curse,
She told me to turn and walk away,
She’d only make life worse.

I knew I wouldn’t leave her,
I sat her by my side,
And asked her to reveal her pain,
Her trust in me confide.

She told me of her husband,
A wizard of repute,
Who used his own dark magic skills,
To settle all dispute.

I sat in shock and listened,
She told me of her tale,
How she fell for a young mortal man,
But her love was doomed to fail.

Her husband, he got jealous,
And cast his evil spell,
And now there was a curse upon
The beauty I called Nell.

From dawn to dusk the curse took place,
And turned her to a dove,
But in the darkest hours of night,
Her human form is love.

I realised then I could not leave,
The curse had caught me too,
My heart was hers and from that day on,
I lived only to pursue.

For eight long years I cared for her,
In daylight as a bird,
Until one night she told me that my
Doting was absurd.

That day I joined the friary,
Locked away to self-reflect,
I knew that though I loved her it was
My heart I should protect.

And so it was for many years,
I loved her from afar,
Until my death I lived my curse,
I wore it like a scar.

But on my death, I saw her face,
I knew I’d never be free,
So I wonder round these Hogwarts Halls,
Wishing she were with me.