Harry Potter and the Six Year Old Me

Squishing the pillow, holding big hands,
my eyes were stuck in the magic land.
Burnt into ashes, only by a touch,
I wondered does a stone do too much?
Swirling the wand in the air, Alohmora!
Yes, I was insane.
Insane enough, to fight the evil,
sabotaging the bad, reviving the good in people.
I was 6 and I had a dream,
to be Harry Potter, to be like him.

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