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Dare #1:

Creaking stairs and howling wind,
On a mission, on a dare, step inside.
Lengthening shadows, unseen fiend,
Little comfort is the dagger at your side.
Enclosed and boarded up, the shack looks grim,
Ceiling high, lots of spiders their webs spin.
Torn from a book, the werewolf drawing crumbling in hand,
Time and again you ask yourself what you will find.
Hogwarts seems far, gay lights and comfort, far from your grasp,
Why am I here, you ask again, and was that an asp?
Eerily green, shredded old curtains and broken chair,
Resentment bubbles, a joke this seems, a pointless dare.
Evil and cruel, this Dorian girl must be perturbed.
Which way to go, dust everywhere seems undisturbed?
On a small table you glimpse a candle oddly lit up.
Little light flickering, hesitant, timid, next to a teacup.
Finally glimpsing in the far corner a blue armchair,
Half-hidden on it is laid for you the werewolf hair,
And then you know that this dare will end very soon,
Inside your pocket placing the hair, you grin like a loon,
Running outside, back to the castle, you howl at the Moon.

Dare # 2

Grimmauld Place awaits the daring Gryffindor, old curtains, elf heads and a troll,
Enter if you dare, speak to Mrs. Black, or go in the kitchen, have a moldy snack,
Terrifying horrors may await upstairs,
One could feel the darkness, and it kind of stares,
Nothing to defend with, this place has the creeps,
Every darkened corner, something crawls or squeaks.
Lumos will not save you from the rotten smells,
Inside every room you must cast your spells,
Vanquishing your horror, you must persevere,
Else your mission fails, and you’re ruled by fear.
Doxies will attack you, coming in a swarm,
One you need to catch, if you’d like to transform,
Xena would be proud if she saw you fight,
You will be successful if you survive the night.

Dare # 3

Since you’ve come this far, you must like a challenge,
Third time is the charm, if you can still manage,
Either do or not, there will be no trying,
After all, Gryffindors only are applying!
Look to Hogsmeade, and go find a pub,
Grubby and old, and miserably drab.
One old goat is managing the bar,
And if you can sneak past him you’ll get far.
Time your steps, and go quietly downstairs,
Minding the old barman and his dodgy wares.
Inside the far chamber you will try to enter,
Left, and right, and left, and then opens center.
Keen eyes wide and ears peeled,
Find a dark room, where lies, sealed,
Rum so strong that you’d get drunk,
On a whiff from a closed trunk.
Many thieves have tried to take,
The golden galleons which are fake.
Hoarding other things than gold,
Enticing things which can’t be sold,
Hogsmeade is the perfect place,
Of hiding much without a trace.
Going through the trunks at length,
Starting to doubt even your strength,
Hidden in a dark glass jug you find,
Enchanted goat milk left behind.
Another Ravenclaw scheme in motion.
Dorian may now complete the potion.