I wrote a poem for Mother’s Day, so it seems only right that I should do one for Father’s Day as well. For this one, I decided to use the image of Harry’s stag patronus.
Silver light burning bright
Casting off the cloak of night
Chased by haunting soulless shades
Panic rises, courage fades
But a shield of love surrounds
Him and again his hope is found
The one who stood to keep him safe
And looked evil in the face
Whose dying screams are echoing
In thoughts these demons’ visions bring
Will stand and guard him once again
And keep him safe from deep within
His father’s love was never gone
But lives inside him, makes him strong
And charges forth in silver light
As his protector through the night
It’s almost a no-brainer to write a special Mother’s Day post for my Harry Potter blog. After all, motherly love is such a central theme of the series. But on the other hand, it’s also a lot harder than I expected. What, exactly, is there to talk about that hasn’t been said again and again and again?
So I decided on a poem instead:
A mother’s love that saves his life
And runs within his skin
An evil stopped by sacrifice
That’s how it all begins
A mother’s love that lingers on
And shields him from harm
Departed, but not truly gone
She lives within his heart
A mother’s love transcends the grave
And leaves a lasting mark
A touch that burns, a love that saves
A candle in the dark
No wealth or bloodline matters more
Than hearts that overflow
With love, and homes with open doors
A welcome place to grow
A mother here and one who guards
Him from beyond the veil
A mother’s love, a lasting scar
A task he cannot fail
A mother’s love to guide him home
On her he can depend
Beside him in his hardest moment
‘til the very end
A darkness lifted by the light
Of love in spite of strife
Of courage, hope, and sacrifice
A precious gift of life
One last Harry Potter Christmas picture. Merry Christmas!
Happy Christmas Eve! Today I’m posting the last of my Christmas-themed Sorting Hat Saturdays. If you missed any of the earlier ones, you can check them out here:
This week, I decided to do A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens:
Scrooge: Slytherin. Scrooge measures everything by how much he profits from it. His worst fear is poverty, and he pursues money so relentlessly that his ex-fiancée describes it as an idol that has replaced her. This is a textbook example of ambition taken to an unhealthy extreme. However, when he sees what has become of Marley and realizes the ghosts are there to save him from the same fate, he agrees to go with them, displaying self-preservation, another Slytherin trait. Even after his internal transformation, he shows a certain amount of cunning, sending the Crachets a turkey in secret and pretending to be angry with Bob before telling him he’s raising his salary.
Tiny Tim: Gryffindor. A young disabled boy from a poor family, Tiny Tim retains a positive attitude and a good heart, which I see as a sign of great courage.
Bob Cratchet: Hufflepuff. Bob is a simple man doing his best to provide for his family. He works hard for an unforgiving boss, makes do with very little, and is clearly a loving husband and father. Crachet represents the ordinary, good people who suffer when someone like Scrooge stops caring about others, and it’s hard to imagine him as anything but a Hufflepuff.
You didn’t think I’d end on such a somber note, did you? Here’s the epilogue to my Christmas at Hogwarts drawings 🙂
Deathly Hallows is the only book where we don’t see Christmas, or any of the school year except the end of it, at Hogwarts. But we do have some idea of what was going on during that time, and as bleak as things were, they hadn’t given up.