A snow-white feather from a delivery owl that had once been

A golden locket concealing one who had turned

An old musty-dusty pitch-black hat that has examined more heads than one

A creaky flying key

And a vial where luck had hidden

A shard of wood from a trusty broomstick that had abandoned its rider

A torn page about basilisks

A golden egg screaming a secret

A mysterious map leading from here to another magical place

And phoenix ashes scattered across Dumbledore’s desk

A curtain torn by a madman’s knife

A veil that seperates the living and the dead

A cat’s hair that caused more trouble than it was worth

A silver blue memory trickling into a bowl

And a castle, where all of these things were real.



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