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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

“Harry Potter and the Cursed child.

The eighth story. Nineteen years later…”


Harry Potter, born in Godric’s hollow

Didn’t have parents’ footsteps to follow

Dumped into cruel, clean muggle’s house

Driven into hiding, like a common mouse

But nineteen year’s later,

By which the story’s isn’t a bit faded

Here he’s back,

Into Platform 9 3/4, with kids in stack

A new era of magic

A new book to read

A new story to dwell about

A book to take the lead!

Running home to read “Harry Potter and the Cursed child”




A Capricorn, December born, love writing poems and stories. Music, Art, and Chocolates are important elements of my daily life. While I am crucially deciding on what new to write, I spend my time with my best friends who are competing for the post of Most Craziest, yet the Best and Awesome Best Friend. The aim is to change the world into a better place to live in and the motto is to "be the change."

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