"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it."
Albus Dumbledore
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POEMS FOR AN IRRELEVANT ⸺ TOM RIDDLE
Fanfiction*currently under construction* In 1943, a fifth year Gryffindor takes notice of students around Hogwarts. She notes their lack of motivation, happiness, comfort, and on. She decidedly dedicates hundreds of anonymous handwritten poems to her classmat...
