Ok here it goes, my first Harry Potter poem:

Hogwarts End

this is the end of Hogwarts, it would seem,
of the teachers, of the school, of the dream;
but not without forewarn does the magic go,
to fly, to drift, to settle, as would snow;
it does not seem possible that Hogwarts could end,
that its eternal flight would reach just around the bend;
impossible for its count could never reach zero,
yet its time has come with the falling of its hero;
not the founders, professors, not headmaster himself,
could present such a loss as the parody of wealth.
He is gone and with him Hogwarts has been lead astray,
Harry Potter's death has brought the last day of days.