I wrote this poem in 2007, in Istanbul, Turkey- the night we got there… We were eating at this restaurant when I formed this poem in my head. Time: 10:45 pm. Later, we went to our rooms and I properly wrote it in black and white…
She was sitting on the strange bed on the night of July 22nd.
Her surroundings were unfamiliar, everything was cold around her despite the warm weather.
And with tears streaming down her face, she recalled what her father just gave her now....
Beatings, thrashings, unforgivable harsh blows.
And she shivered.
Clutching the wand in her hand She wanted to cause herself pain... She wanted to kill herself for being born in this family.
She has been of no use Just caused havocs and pain.... and she hated herself for that.
She pointed her wand to her chest and said "Crucio!" yet she felt no pain.
She yelled "Sectumsempra!" but still she felt no pang.
She bellowed "Diffindo!" Her hopes high yet nothing happened.
She cried "Impedimenta!" still--- no spark came out.
Her eyes blurred-- more tears to come.
She shook her wand and yelled "Stupefy!" and yet again she felt no pain.
At last, as if recognizing her defeat, She help up her wand more firmly to her chest and brokenly whispered "Avada Kedavra" She had no choice... Yet, she didn't die..
Because the thing she was clutching in her hand was not a wand,
It was just a mere piece of wood...