𝘏𝘐𝘙𝘈𝘌𝘛𝘏

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The warm essence that filled the burrow in the mornings,
All the little pranks, laughter and vociferates,
The liveliness I felt on weekends walking to Hogsmeade,
All the jokes, gossip and butterbeers.
The breeze I felt up the astronomy tower in the evenings,
No one else, just me with the wind ruffling through my hair.
Left this fantasy thinking it's time for the real world,
But that real world was just another false fantasy that is
Nothing but draining.

I'm sorry, but would you let me back in?

Those cold grey eyes I found comfort in,
Not so full of life, was a portal to an empty soul.
Just another human craving nothing but love,
Wasn't born evil but moulded into one.
How I admired the blonde locks falling down his forehead,
The piercing looks he gave with his ocean blue eyes
However, found comfort similar to when I was gazing at the night sky
As the cold breeze kisses my skin while I admired the dark,
When everyone else was afraid of the dark and
Missed out on yon heavenly night sky dreaming of another day

I'm sorry, but would you let me back in?

I'm sorry, but would you let me back in?

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A/N: A kind letter to Hogwarts.

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