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It
was a dark and duelling night.
And of course, there was a big fight.
It was held on the Quidditch ground
and the moon was shining bright and round.
It was between Peter Pettigrew, the rotter
and the ever famous Harry Potter.
Pettigrew was under Lord Voldemort
while Potter was a student of the school of Hogwart.

They swished and swayed and waved their wands
across the long and grassy lawns.
Then suddenly Pettigrew cried
'Expelliarmus'
and the Potter's wand flew out of his hands. Oh! Gracious!

Now it looked as though Potter was dead
as sparks and verses just missed his scarred head.

Then out came - from a green luminous light
Albus Dumbledore with his beard all white
up and down went his wand
until Pettigrew's wand was gone.
Peter then ran like a rat.
But then, suddenly out of a dark smoke which was
quite thick and fat.
Emerged the lord himself, who was at his might
the darkest wizard of all, all right.
Dumbledore and him fought till death
this fight will be known, better than Macbeth!
Now it looked as if Dumbledore was dying. As the
great mighty earth started crying.

Now Potter could stand no more
since the greatest wizard was Dumbledore!

Potter found his wand and then enchanted
a curse which would make a person reach where
no one had landed.

Potter concentrated and concentrated, with all his
might
and then like a flash, Voldemort was out of sight.
Dumbledore and Potter had worked like a team
But then Potter realized, that it was all a dream.

~Avinash Mansukhani~
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