Expelliarmus
How long until we get there, Harry?
Just a few until we reach 9 and ¾
I’ll keep repeating
Expecto Patronum
Until all the dementors in my life
Are
G o n e
Relashio
Relashio
Relashio
Free this hold you have on me,
This curse you put on me
This curse that keeps ripping into my skin,
Deeper and deeper
Gripping my neck like a snake
Slythering around my life like Snape
I keep trying to tell you to stop—
But I don't speak parseltongue
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