The Final Word

Dear Jo,

You caught us in your spell

As we all wished Harry well

We boarded the Hogwarts Express

What would happen, we couldn't guess

Alongside Harry we fought

Thanking him for all he taught

We were for him down with Quirrell

Crossing our fingers through the yells

Then Book Two came

We cheered as we heard Harry's name

Smiled as he was reunited with friends

Hoped Tom, not Harry, would meet his end

You gave us Book Three

And Harry had the chance to be free

We watched him grow;

Meet his godfather, finally know

Then was Goblet of Fire

The book like nothing prior

Full of death; dark

A new journey for Harry to embark

For three years we waited

Wondered, worried, and debated.

What would be in book five?

Who would die, who would survive?

The fans were for Harry the whole way

Even as the Ministry doubted everyday

We sat in shock as Sirius fell

Like Harry, not wanting to bid him farewell

Jo, you had us hooked

Hastily for clues we looked

Half-Blood Prince was coming…

The anxiety was almost numbing

2005-July Sixteen

We headed to bed, lots of caffeine

Again following Harry, Hermione, and Ron

Their lives, we based ours upon

We wondered about that Horcrux

Jo, this plot line was your deluxe

We cried as Dumbledore fell from that tower

Why him, why now, at this important hour?

In the next years, we read and reread

Always worried about what lay ahead.

Who would die?

What was it that made you cry?

All us avid fans counted hours

Until the final book would be ours

We dressed up and left, excited

For something other than tragedy, united.

Cheers rang out as clocks read 12:01

We headed to bed, not to rest till we were done

Hungrily we read, hanging on your every word

Always shocked at what occurred

Those characters we mourned…

Why, oh why, weren't we warned?

Fred, Dobby, Tonks, and Lupin

Moody, Hedwig, Snape, and Colin.

One by one, as the sun got higher,

We closed our books: full of all we desired.

We had laughed, we had cried

Now, happy and tired, we set the books aside.

Your books were our lives, for those rejected

They were the only thing with which we connected

Now it was over, what to do?

It was so hard to bid Harry adieu…

Jo, you've had your final word, now let us have ours:

There is only one thing to do, after washing the scars

We want to thank you, and Harry too

These words, they are so overdue

We grew up with Harry and his friends

Made the same mistakes, the same amends

Your books united fans throughout the world

We were so alike, our lives unfurled…

Neville and Luna taught us we all belong

No matter who we were, we were all strong

We found our true selves in the Sorting Hat

Nervous, on our own stools we sat

We smiled when you included us in the dedication

Your books were the cause of much celebration

So, Jo, thanks for everything you gave

For teaching us just how to be brave

Farewell, now, Jo, we wish you the best

As first generation readers, we are blessed

We will always love you and Harry

There will be nothing said to the contrary.

Know this, Jo:

You taught us everything we know.

Thank you forever,

For making us so clever D