The Hero Boy
Alone he Stands,
Again to fight.
A hero who rose
To the greatest might.
At the end
With the evilest foe.
If the hero defeat him
The whole world will know,
of the boy
Who saved us all.
More than a name
If he not fall.
In the corner
The cruel man stood
And a cold laugh
Came from under his hood,
"It is time, Potter,
Now you shall die."
He was wrong,
Unknowing his lie.
You may call it chance
or even just luck,
but when the boy smiled
The Dark Lord's grin sunk.
"It is time,
that's were your right,
But it will not be me
Who dies tonight."
Wands were raised
And spells exchanged,
Our Hero's victory
Was almost gained. E
xspelliarmus!
Voldemort had no wand.
The hero approached
He raised his hand.
"I do not want your
Blood on my hands.
But I am the one
Who can destroy you alone
The mind of the boy
Wandered around
To Cedric, to Sirius
To those not found
When he pictured his parents
His love was so great
He would finally avenge them
Following his fate.
The Dark Lord felt
The love amazing
And died from the love
He never knew so unwavering.
The hero boy won
Because of his love
Harry Potter succeeded
To stop the Dark one.