What you wrote above could have passed for a poem, in fact I see it as such.

Memory : My innocence.
I can vividly remember those days when we were too young to bear grudges, we know no difference between good and evil, only when spanked do we come to realize that. A child can give his food to the devil without fear, we were a tabular rasa, the time when childhood was bliss, calm and fun. The time when we had a guardian angel 😇. Will I go back In time? Will that solve my fantasy? No! Life is calibrated by time and it's supposed to be lived forward.

Sorry I couldn't get the Harry Potter thing.