The Sorting Hat's Song
Welcome new students, your journey starts,
I'll look inside your brains and hearts,
So place me on your head and sit,
And I'll decide which house you'll fit,
But first I wish to tell you a story,
Of a boy, forced with glory,
And the life he lived with it,
A baby survived a killing spell,
From a monster spawned from hell,
Of this magic, he never was told,
Until he was eleven years old,
His aunt and uncle always lied,
About the way his parents died,
He often went hungry, often cold,
But then he was taken away,
To a better place to stay,
He sat here on this very chair,
I read each worry, learnt each care,
I placed him into Gryffindor,
A normal child he was no more,
Known not as the boy from under the stairs,
Over the years he learned to fight,
Defending what he knew was right,
From those who saw through twisted eyes,
Who ate and drank the Dark Lord's lies
But throughout he had his friends,
Who stuck with him until the end,
Who lighted even the darkest skies,
But the battle had to be fought,
In this room, where I will sort,
You children, as I sorted those,
Who's eyes, parents had to close,
Who died for the better cause,
They lay just children, on these floors,
But not in vain I do suppose,
The boy who lived, lightning bolt scar,
Marked because he would go far,
Which he did, he won the race,
He met the evil face to face,
And defeated the darkness whole,
Not with evil, but with his soul,
The Dark Lord dead in this sacred place,
But remember evil once was good,
But lived like no child should,
So keep our history in your sight,
Avoid the dark, keep to the light,
And don't forget the struggle and strife,
To ensure you get a safe life,
And learn with us the wrong and right.