My Story on Harry Potter x
After carefully disguising themselves, they were ready.From the safe housing of the beach,they stepped into the unknown.Hermione took the lead with Ron right by her side.Harry however was with Griphook, lagging slowly behind under Harry's cloak.Slowly, the goblins started to stare at the three principals and suspician set in. Finally, after what seemd to be an incredibly long walk (well for them at least) they reached the end of the isle. Hermoine spluttered out loud and the fiendish goblin looked up in fright.

"Miss Lestrange" he said looking a little shaky.

"i wish to enter my vault" Hermione said while doing her best impression of Bellatrix as she could.

Harry and Griphook watched closely from the side were a smaller was watching Ron.

"Can you present your wand?" he said sounding slightly calmer.

"Why must I?" she yelped

"Standard procedure"

Now looking very intimidated by all this Ron anxiously looked back at Harry and he whimpered at Harry.

"Harry...Harry..HARRY!"

Hermione too was looking very nervous, at this point there was no turning back they had to face the dangers head on. Luckily for them Harry knew all too well this might happen and had prepared a little remedy himself as he reached for a small bottle the tension began to increase..

Inside the small bottle was a very powerful mixture. Very carefully Harry blew into it and out pored a green smoke. It finally made it's way over to the two goblins and as one of them took a deep breath it made it's way inside the goblins body. All of a sudden the goblin couldnt stand up straight and looked very dosey.

They were now one step closer to finding the next horcruix.

The End x

My Free Choice Poem

Enter starnger but take heed,
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn,
Soif you seek beneath the floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief you have been warned,beware
Of finding more than treasure there

By J.K Rowking

I picked this poem because i am a massive fan of harry potter and it describes the bank in great detail asweel.

My 19th Century Poem

Among his books he sits all day
To think and read and write;
He does not smell the new-mown hay,
The roses red and white.

I walk among them all alone,
His silly, stupid wife;
The world seems tasteless, dead and done -
An empty thing is life.

At night his window casts a square
Of light upon the lawn;
I sometimes walk and watch it there
Until the chill of dawn.

I have no brain to understand
The books he loves to read;
I only have a heart and hand
He does not seem to need.
He calls me "Child" - lays on my hair
Thin fingers, cold and mild;
Oh! God of Love, who answers prayer,
I wish I were a child!

And no one sees and no one knows
(He least would know or see),
That ere Love gathers next year's rose
Death will have gathered me.

I picked this poem because it shows alot of diffrent emotions within each ballad, almost like a story being told.

My Ballad

As i've no hope of returning ever,
Light ballad,lightly,softly
Go yourself, to Tuscany

By Guido Cavalcanti

I picked this poem because it is interesting and uses quite alot of ambitious punctuation.

My Sad Poem


She never seemed to bob
on her sister's
Silver mattered bike
I watched for
not yet able to see
The high seat
working her way
Up car free Penn street
and i would make as if
I hadn't seen her
when she rode by

We were but children
in a garden of Eden
Made just for us two
wher nothing else mattered
But you where loved by me
And i was loved by you.

'First Love' By Charles.c.Cingolani

I picked this poem because it has short sentances that have alot of impact on the reader.

 My War Poem

We never feared roadside bombers
Or anyone with TNT
Our enemy was in the sky
And beneath us in the sea
We knew are enemy
They fought the same as we soliders today
Know not has a foe
Spectors he cannot see
There he knows by day
Shadows in the dark
Make our men in Iraq
A easy mark.

Our Men In Iraq-By Tom Fenning

I picked this poem because my uncle is in the air force in Iraq and Iran so it realtes to what he does in a way.

My Animal Haiku

A cuckoo cries
And through the thicket
of bamboo
The late moon shines.
 By Matsuo Basho

I picked this poem because it is simple but very affective to the reader.