Always, always (not a poem)

Ron: Hiya, Harry!
Harry: Ron. Fred. George. What are you all doing here?
Ron: Rescuing you, of course! Now, come on, get your trunk.

    And with that, I start to hear a slow grumbling outside of his own window. ‘It can’t be,’ I thought to myself as I turn slowly to my right and stare into two bright headlights gleaming back at me. I looks at them, then back at the television screen where at this very moment the Weasley’s are rescuing Harry Potter from his unhappy room and his unhappy life, and do a double take right back to the familiar car floating outside.
    ”It’s just as I’d imagined…” I whisper as I gaze in amazement at the flying car, with every seat taken by Ron, Fred and George, and Harry, one seat left open in the back.
    The car took a slight turn to it’s right and lined up with my bedroom window. As soon as it got close enough, Harry opened the back door, leaned out, and pulled off the screen out of my windowsill. I just stood there, staring at them, at the Ford Anglia, at Hedwig perched on one of the seats, at the Twins, at Ron, at Harry. Harry, his lightning bolt scar, black ruffled hair, broken as always glasses, Harry Potter.
    ”Well come on then!” Ron said in a kind of shouted whisper, loud and deep enough to show impatience, but soft enough as to not wake any neighbors or draw any attention from any passersby.
    I took one step forward to the open windowsill. “But… You’re all real?” I asked, questioning what must have been a dream. “Of course we’re real!” Harry responded. Harry. Just Harry. Harry Potter. I couldn’t wrap it through my head.
    ”You want me to go.. in the car.. the flying car.. with you lot?” I questioned again.
    ”Come on you numpty,” George said, or was it Fred, “we’ve got quite a ways to go if we’re going to get to Hogwarts in time!”
    I gaped back at them, walking forward and reaching my hands onto the sides of the window about to climb out. “What about my things?” I inquired. I hadn’t packed anything for any sort of trip just yet. “Don’t worry,” Ron responded with a smile, “there’s still time to stop by Diagon Alley before going to school, and Harry here’ll help you out with purchasing your things since you only have muggle money.”
    I turned around, not even glancing at the television where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were wandering the streets of Diagon Alley, looking around my room to try and figure out if there was anything I really needed to bring with me. I decided against it, although I grabbed whatever money I had lying around my room. Even though it wouldn’t do any good, I still felt like I could give Harry whatever I had in hopes that there was a sort of Muggle to Wizarding money currency exchange somewhere where the shops were. It was the least I could do to try and repay him for what he would be getting me.
    I stopped before turning around, though. I was worried that when I turned around that there would be nothing there, that the screen would be in place, the window empty. No Harry, no Weasleys, no owls, no flying car, no magic. Just me and my normal life. In fact, I didn’t even turn around, I walked straight to the bedroom door to leave my room. I had just grabbed the doorknob and was about to leave when I heard someone clear their throat.
    ”And what do you think you’re doing?” Harry said with a smile as I turned around to see everything still there. Magic was real, wizards were real, it was all real.
    ”I just didn’t think any of this was real,” I responded as I walked back to the window, change in hand, “I couldn’t see how it could possibly exist, I thought it had to be fake, my imagination. I guess I was wrong.”
    ”Of course you were wrong,” the Twins exclaimed at the same time. Ron spoke next, “This is all real!” I smiled back at them, tearing up slightly.
    ”Come on,” Harry gestured me to come into the car, “You can’t forget now, You can’t forget. It’s all real, it’s always real. We are real, and we will always be here, and Hogwarts will always be here to welcome you home. Always.”
    And with that, I put my hands along the window, put one foot up, and pushed myself out of my room and into the car.

your glasses

Those glasses
they haunt me wherever I go
they follow me, they stalk me
I watch them change from person to person
but they are always the same
whose they are, I do not know
when they started, I could not remember
but those glasses follow me
they break through my soul
they shatter me
everything shatters around me
the squares, triangles, circles
different shapes bursting at the seams
all the work of those glasses

they break me they haunt me
and the devour me they taunt me

they haunt me
they haunt me
just what do they want from me
what do you want from me
what do you fucking want from me

i am shouting and cursing
but the fucking creatures wont answer me
they wont respond
they just sit atop your nose
and stare back