I was in a car in a deep, pungent black,
Moving slowly along, past creepy shacks.
I gripped the wand hidden in my pocket
lying impatiently there with Tom Riddle's locket,
which was only a spangled remain,
smouldering rectangles hanging from a chain.
After two hours we reached Ufton Court,
where we were told we would find Voldemort.
We searched and searched, searched and searched
for our guide, a real-life talking bird!
We finally found him in the darkening wood
'Be quick!' he said. 'Run as fast as you could!
You'll find Voldemort on a big, wrecked hill.
Stop him now or someone will be tortured and killed...'
And sure enough, up there on the hill
Stood Voldemort so menacingly still,
With the speeding of my heartbeat, I just knew
The only way to stop him was to duel.
So with a swipe of our wands, we began to fight
The whole courtyard was glowing with light
With the light fading from my eyes,
I knew the deadly Killing Curse must have struck.
Voldemort had won - it was just not my luck...
I sat bolt upright and looked at my mirror
Scanned it once and saw the noseless terror...
by Quan Nguyen (9)
Geoffrey Field Junior School - Berkshire
Competition - Once Upon A Dream
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