For my initial reader of my inaugural fanfic, my foremost supporter, I dedicate this poem to you. I hope you appreciate it. Thank you for supporting me!
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In the world of magic and spellbound lore,
(Y/n) found herself in a tale of yore.
Her name transposed to the Potter's realm,
A world of wonders, where fate did overwhelm.
She knew the lines, the tale's unchanging course,
Aware she must avoid, resist the force.
For Harry's path lay with another's hand,
Ginny Weasley, his destined wedding band.
Yet, something shifted, in those verdant gaze,
Harry's eyes held a different, newfound blaze.
He sought (Y/n) amidst this enchanted plot,
As if fate beckoned, tied in a mystical knot.
(Y/n) wrestled with a selfish yearning deep,
To claim his heart, to hold him, to keep.
But unselfishly, she tried to repress,
Emotions swelling, in turmoil's caress.
She feared disrupting the course ordained,
Afraid her presence would leave scars ingrained.
Torn between desires, destiny's thread,
And the longing heart that often bled.
Each moment spent in Harry's embrace,
Stirred emotions she struggled to efface.
Forbidden yet tempting, her feelings grew,
A dilemma of love, she never knew.
Would she yield to selfish passions' plea,
And bind herself to Harry's destiny?
Or sacrifice her heart, her own desire,
For the tale scripted by magical fire?
In those emerald orbs, fate intertwined, A choice to make, of heart and of mind.
To alter the story or let it be spun,
The girl from reality, and the chosen one.