While Minerva was reading their poems, she almost started to cry. She felt like she had never known a student as good as she knew them now. Their poems were pure and although they initally seemed to have no interest in poetry, they had produced four beautifull poems, that expressed their deepest feelings. Surely the were not perfect, but they came from their hearts. As they left the room, she noticed a change in them.
And for the first time in her career, she felt like they had truely learned their lesson. She might not have changed their love for causing troubble but atleast no Marauder would ever bully anyone for reading poetry again.

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Dear Reader,
Thank you for reading this shortstory as well as my poetry. If you like, I'd love to read some "Potter Poetry" of your own in the comments.
This is the first story, that i wrote in english so if there are mistakes of any kind, please correct me.
Marie <3