There once was a girl,
Who grew up in a cupboard.
She was laughed at,
And was called names.
Her mother wouldn't care,
She suppressed her feelings.
She would get hurt,
Her stepdad using Crucio.
She is to blame,
So she sacrifices for peace.
She becomes tired,
Then moves in with her aunt.
"Sweet, loving Petunia."
She thought,
But peace doesn't happen there.
Years later,
Things gotten worse.
She was fat,
They called her ugly,
Useless,
Worthless,
Spoiled brat.
She was then placed in a cupboard.
She moved back with her mom,
Then she was silenced.
5 years later...
She was accepted at Hogwarts,
And sorted into Ravenclaw.
Although things weren't looking up,
She kept going.
She had gotten her first wand,
And supplies.
She began lighting her path with
Lumos.
Things started to look up.
Later,
She learned to defend herself with
Expelliarmus.
Things took a turn.
She's not little anymore,
But she's still here.
I learned to brighten my path
With Expecto Patronum,
As I learn Avada Kedavra,
So I can transform -
Not into Bellatrix,
But into the witch I was meant to be.
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Author:
Zora (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: June 30th, 2025 10:43
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Most interesting story that reminds me of Harry Potter in some ways. Nicely done
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