A Strange Dream

Last night I had a dream

Devoid of the usual gushing streams

And strange to tell as it was

It defied all the dream laws

I saw myself in a deserted place

I had in my hands a strange case

I opened it and a Genie appeared

Sans rippling muscles and flowing beard

“Speak your wish and it’ll be granted”

I looked around; to reach my home was what I wanted

But strangely enough, words poured out

They were these, beyond a doubt

“I want a thousand more Harry Potter books”

And the genie, clearly his head he shook

“You potter maniacs! Can’t you ask for a better thing?

You people don’t even want to be queen or King!”

I stood looking at him and said

“I've told you my wish and want it granted”

Pitying me he said

“I’ll first take you home instead

Then I’ll load you with the books

Don’t give me such dubious looks”

I agreed and he took me to my house

When I saw nothing after a pause

I questioned him on the promise he made

And noticed that the question he tried to evade

When prodded further, he replied

“Well, frankly speaking, I lied

I can do everything apart from this

How can I be Rowling Miss?

I’m a mere Genie and she is a God!

I myself have been waiting for a nod

From her that she’s writing another part

I hope you forgive me, I don’t know this art”

And with this he disappeared into the thin air

I started shouting for I couldn't bear

The pain of being deceived so well

“You stupid Genie, go to Hell!

You couldn't write more Harry Potter parts?”

I couldn't control my rage and wrath

I suddenly heard laughter in an environment so grim

And found that it had all been just a dream

T’was my sister who stood laughing as I shouted in vain

And she remarked “You Potter fans, you’ll never be sane!”

Following It Up

By now, I knew the corridors, the grounds, the classes and most importantly, I knew the Trio. I eagerly flipped through the pages, dreading my Mama's call sending me to the market to buy something or Dad's voice asking me to water the plants. I dreaded interruptions to my world to an extent that I read the book under the blanket with a bright torch or a huge flashlight by my side. I heard the voices in parseltongue, ran through the corridor splashing water to find Mrs. Norris lifeless and feared Filch. I suspected Malfoy when Ron suggested he might be behind all this. I even suspected foul play by Slytherin when Harry was injured in Quidditch match. And then I entered the chamber of secrets. The carcasses, the dust, the vestiges of a dreadful era gone by left me pale. Finally I watched Harry struggle with the Basilisk! How I gasped every time, it struck forcefully! And almost cried when its tooth pierced Harry's arm. Finally all was well and Harry returned to Privet Drive safely (Though to be tortured by the Dursleys)