Harry Potter and the Poetic Version

"Harry Potter and the Poetic Version"

Let me introduce you,

To a very good friend of mine.

His name is Harry Potter,

And he's the purpose of this rhyme.

When he was a little boy,

A bad guy came to visit,

He killed Harry's parents,

Such a very bad wizard!

Then there was a flash,

Green light, and a scream.

He tried to kill little Harry,

But Voldy was hit by the beam!

Little Harry Potter,

As young as they come,

Had defeated a bad guy,

When he was only one!

The wizarding world hailed him,

Toasted to his name,

But little Harry Potter,

Was too young to handle fame.

And so a wise old wizard,

By the name of Dumbledore,

Left little Harry Potter,

At his aunt and uncle's door.

But Harry was quite miserable here;

Growing up was quite tough.

His aunt was a horse-faced gossip,

And his uncle was large and rough.

Harry also had a cousin,

Dudley, the large lump,

And no matter what Harry did,

Dudley would always triumph.

Feeling unloved was common,

Ordinary, it seemed,

For Harry to be left alone,

In a world that was so mean.

Every day and every night,

Poor little Harry prayed,

For someone to come and take him,

Oh-so-far away.

Then one day he received a letter,

From a place of mystic lore,

It was from Hogwarts School,

Headed by Dumbledore.

But alas, Harry's uncle,

Took the letter away,

"That's nothing of importance,

It got here by mistake."

But more and more letters came,

They flooded the whole house.

Soon there was no room to move,

Not even enough for a mouse.

So mean, old uncle Vernon,

Took the family to a rock,

In the middle of the ocean.

There the letters might stop.

However,

Much to Harry's delight,

Something much better happened,

A visitor came that night!

This visitor's name was Hagrid,

And he was a very big man,

But he was very kind,

And lent a helping hand!

"Harry, you're a wizard,"

Said Hagrid to Harry.

"You need to come to Hogwarts,

Hurry; do not tarry!"

Harry went with Hagrid,

Much to the Dursleys' chagrin,

But what did Harry care?

They had never cared for him!

Hagrid introduced Harry,

To a world he never knew.

A world with broomsticks to fly,

And lots of potions to brew.

Harry was so excited!

This was everything he'd dreamed!

He was on top of the world!

At least, that's how things seemed.

Hagrid also had a tale,

A very sad one, at that.

He told Harry about his parents;

He gave poor Harry the facts.

Harry was shocked!

He didn't mean to sound crass,

But he'd always been told,

They had died in a car crash.

Hagrid took Harry to the station,

Where he could get on the train.

Then Hagrid had to leave,

And Harry was alone again.

But as fate would have it,

Just when all hope was lost,

A kind redheaded woman,
Told him how to cross.

So Harry walked through a barrier,

And into the magical world.

He was so excited!

He felt like giggling, like a girl!

He sat down in a compartment,

And who should come along?

But a redheaded boy,

The kind woman's son, Ron.

"Wow, you're Harry Potter!

Can I see your scar?"

Ron was very excited,

He had just met a wizarding star!

Harry and Ron became friends that day,

They bonded over sweets,

So Harry had a new pal,

Ron, with his big hands and feet.

When they got off the scarlet train,

They met Hagrid again,

"'ello, 'arry.

Who is your friend?"

Hagrid took them across the lake,

To the castle there,

Inside they met McGonagall,

A strict woman with tight hair.

She told them about the Houses,

And of a sorting hat.

She told them they would be separated,

And they'd for seven years, live like that.

"Harry Potter?" came a voice,

One Draco Malfoy by name.

"You should hang out with us,

We'll help you with your fame.

Your friend there, this Weasley,

He's nothing but trash,

Come with us, Potter,

And we'll help you with things like that."

"I think I'll stick with Ron,

Malfoy, you stupid git,

Now get out of my face,

You useless, annoying twit."

Malfoy looked angry,

Ron stifled a laugh,

McGonagall re-entered,

And led them to the hat.

The Hall was full of old students,

Waiting to see the new,

McGonagall led them to the stage,

And gave them a look so shrewd.

She read off the names,

Of all the new students there.

They each put on the hat,

And sat down on the chair.

Everyone was being sorted,

And man, was it a bore,

But Harry and Ron were happy,

They both went to Gryffindor!

They had a magnificent feast,

Then spent their first night in the tower.

Everyone was nervous,

Tomorrow would test their power.

The best thing about school,

Was their flying class,

They got to ride on broomsticks,

And hover above the grass.

Flying was fun,

For Harry it was great,

McGonagall made him a Seeker,

Something that left his friends agape.

Harry was a Seeker,

At eleven years old.

He had to find the Snitch,

A ball made of gold.

He was good at Quidditch,

The wizarding sport.

It was played in the air,

Not on some silly court.

Harry should've been happy,

For once in his life,

But certain things were happening,

That caused him great strife.

Certain things were going on,

Making Harry feel alarmed,

For the odd Professor Snape,

Seemed to want Harry harmed.

Then there was that dog,

Guarding a trap door,

They asked Hagrid,

But he wouldn't tell them more.

Then there was the mirror,

That Harry liked to see,

It showed him his parents,

Much to his glee.

He was discovered by Dumbledore,

And asked to stay away,

So Harry agreed,

Though it caused him dismay.

There was also an Invisibility Cloak,

Left by Harry's dad, James.

He received it for Christmas,

Though the card had no name.

Then there was that troll,

That came on Halloween.

Harry and Ron fought it,

Though it was big and mean.

That night they made a new friend,

Hermione was her name,

And she was very smart,

She helped them along the way.

She helped them figure out,

The answer to the riddle,

"Who is Nicolas Flamel?"

Hermione found it in the middle,

Of her favorite book,

Hogwarts, a History,

Harry and Ron would've known this,

Had they bothered to read.

And so they figured out the problem,

It was a simple Stone.

They needed to get to it,

Before Snape took it for his own.

They went past Fluffy,

They got through the Snare,

They caught the flying key;

Harry flew through the air.

Then Ron helped,

By doing what he did best,

He played his favorite game,

He was great at chess.

They won the game through Ron's commands,

He led from beginning to end,

Then he sacrificed himself,

All to help his friend.

Harry went on alone,

To face Professor Snape,

But he was surprised,

He stood there, agape.

It wasn't Snape that greeted him,

A professor of a different name,

This one was Quirrell,

And he had been playing a good game.

He'd been trying to kill Harry all year,

But he did not succeed.

His mission had been

To set his master free.

He and Harry fought,

But Harry had the upper hand,

He killed his Professor,

And sent Voldy to no-man's land.

Harry was so happy,

He had done a great thing,

Everyone was proud of him,

And the skills he did bring.

His house won the House Cup that year,

Mostly thanks to him,

And Hermione, Ron, and Neville,

All of his friends!

Then he was sad,

He had to get back on the train,

And head back to the Dursleys,

But things wouldn't be the same.

Now he could tease Dudley,

By pulling out his wand,

And threaten to use magic,

Of which Dudley wasn't fond.

So Harry said goodbye to his friends,

And they promised to write,

And Harry headed off to Surrey,

But his future looked bright.