weatherby.

Oh, this
does not seem right.
Nothing is
the same.

What has happened
to moral?
To regulation
on cauldron-bottoms?

All I can see is
people rounding up
familiar faces,
accusing them of
"magical theft."

They say 'Magic is Might'
but I see it
differently.
Magic is magic.

Maybe things would
be better if
I had listened to
Dumbledore.

I wouldn't be
standing by,
watching and
abetting evil.

I could have
been hindering,
not helping,
this atrocity.

Contact with
my family, my mother,
is impossible;
without marking
myself traitor.

But sitting
idly by is
weighing on my
conscience
and my mind.

I can't act
as though
I'm unaware
any longer.

I know
that the
things I notate,
and those I simply
observe,
are wrong.

I now know,
with every fibre
of my being,
that Harry Potter
was right.

And I should have listened