My Eleventh Birthday (19 Nov)

It was hour before midnight,

On the day before my birthday,

Contain my excitement, I could not,

I eagerly awaited,

For my magical commencement,

To be an Auror was what I sought

From the day I read about, 

The brave young wizard,

Coeval of mine,

Inclined I was to conjure spells, awesome and fine

He had the balls to face you-know-who,

Flying around, on a broom,

Heart of gold he had and friends so true,

I thought about only him, when I was up in my room

For two years I waited, patiently,

For my magic to show some signs,

Alas I was a slow young wizard,

Just as at muggle school I differed

I blamed my non-magical parents,

Who blatantly lied, acted and sneered,

They laughed at me and made fun of me,

Whenever I asked for a butterbeer

The clock struck twelve,

And my eyes shot towards the door,

But no one rang the bell,

I admonished myself,

And cursed with appal,

Owls can’t ring doorbells at all

I opened the door wide,

Waiting for one to fly, but no one came inside,

I opened the windows of every room,

Praying to the divine

The sun rose in the sky,

Spreading its light everywhere,

It’s unlike Hogwarts to delay this late,

Maybe my owl had gone elsewhere

On the first day of August,

I packed my bags,

And left my house unaided,

I had to hurry,

To King’s Cross station,

I was that devoted

Without a ticket in hand,

Neither an invite to the school,

I was hoping for a miracle,

Time passed by,

And I stood still,

Hoping to find platform nine and three quarters

Late at night,

I came back home,

Accepting the fact, that,

Magic I lacked

I went to my room,

Crying and sobbing,

Unbelieving what had happened,

I lay in bed thinking to myself,

Maybe I was lied to and I wasn’t eleven,

Better wait for another year rather than being saddened