My heads filled with music
and so is my heart
All days are spent
finding  a new book to start
So here's a little poem 
made just for you
To give you a glimpse 
of who I am and what I do
Not all of the words 
on this page are mine
But all of them helped me
To see how much I shine
Cause everybody's got a dark side
But the world isn't split up
into good people and Death Eaters
and its good enough for me just to know that you're here
So carry on my wayward son
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
And run, baby, run
Imagine there's no people and the
Lights will guide you home
I said I'd  never let you go
And with the millions of stars we'll never be alone
I cannot pretend that I felt any regret
Cause each broken heart will eventually mend
So let's be animals
And solemnly swear
That we're up to no good
Cause thirty years from now it won't matter, the close that we wear
And I wrote one hundred letters
That you haven't gotten yet
'Cause there's no post on Sundays
And it's not easy to forgive or forget
But when I'm ninety years old
Fragile and gray
I really do hope I'll be able to say
that I believed in magic my whole life through
Yes, I believe in magic
And I know deep down you do too
But even right now, though I'm fourteen years old,
I'm saddened to say that I already know
All that I'll love, I will love alone
Because that's just who I am
So that is the end, not forever, for now
I wish lovely insanity to all of you
For it's an escape 
to a world of your dreams
'cause reality isreally boring
-Lady Dementor