Poem submitted to my Creative Writing class a few months ago. It's from Snapes POV of the first time he ever saw Harry up close in that first potions lesson. SPOILER ALERT

He didn’t remember why he had apperated here, but then again, he didn’t remember much anymore. Not after he died. George didn’t want to say or think that name ever again. He supposed he should be happy now that the Voldemort was dead; but he felt nothing

This is my view on what would happen if Moaning Myrtle were to drink Felix Felicis. It was a part of a competition I entered, so, tell me what you think! B