Upon his head, a lightning bolt zap!
Not from the sky, but from a snappy chat
he swear,
to seal the hatred of the Dark Lord.
The Quidditch pitch became his stage,
soar high and fast on his broom stiik,
he opened a new chaapt of dangerous game,
under the autumn sky.
Now the story has ended, seven years of adventer,
in a beating heart,
because love and hope stand forever,
a light that never fades.
invented words: stiik, chaapt, adventer