bAuthor's note:/b I found this poem while going through some of my old school papers. It is from 8th grade, when I had reading class. I had to read five books of my choice by the same author, so I picked the Harry Potter books and the Quidditch Through the Ages book by J.K. Rowling. I had a bunch of types of reports I could do, and this one was one I did. I had to take a part out of the book and re-write it in a different genre, so I choose poetry and here is the result.
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brFrom Chapter 15 of
"Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban"
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BRThe Quidditch Final
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brOut of the locker room
brCame each player, sporting a broom.
brGreen for Slytherin, red for Gryffindor
brAnd as always the crowd did roar.
brAs the whistle blew,
brAnd the cheering grew,
brUp went fourteen players, seven to each side,
brEach had a broomstick to ride.
brThe referee flew on a broomstick in the air,
brTo make sure the game was played fair.
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Harry soared high above the game,
brTo keep Malfoy off the Snitch was his aim
brUntil Gryffindor was more than fifty up,
brThen he could catch the Snitch, winning the Quidditch Cup.
brThe Gryffindor Chasers score, zero to ten,
brAfter a foul, they score again.
brTwice more the Gryffindor Chasers score,
brAnd Slytherin scores, making it forty to ten for Gryffindor.
brIt was turning into the dirtiest game ever seen,
brThe Slytherins were turning very mean.
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The Gryffindors score, fifty to ten,
brAnd then Gryffindor scores again.
brAnd the crowds go wild once more,
brAs another is scored by Gryffindor.
brTo catch the Snitch is all they need,
brHarry saw it and put on a burst of speed.
brThen his broom was slowing down,
brHorrified, he looked around.
brMalfoy had done what Harry feared,
brThe Snitch had now disappeared.
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After a foul, Gryffindor scores,
brAnd the crowd below as always roars.
brWhile Harry is trying to straighten his flight,
brHe sees an awful sight:
brDiving toward the ground was Malfoy,
brHis face expressing his extreme joy.
brAs fast as a cheetah, Harry did dive,
brEvery nerve in his body alive.
brAs he dodged a Bludger with incredible ease,
brHe now was at Malfoy's knees.
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He needed just a few more feet,
brThen his victory would be sweet.
brHarry was level with Malfoy's head,
brIf Malfoy got the Snitch first, he was dead.
brHarry pushed Malfoy's arm out of the way,
brMalfoy would not triumph this day.
brHarry's fingers closed on the tiny, gold ball,
brAnd victory was his after all.
brHe grasped the fluttering Snitch in his hands,
brAn explosion of cheers came from the stands.
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He had done it; he had won the Quidditch Cup,
brHarry felt his spirits lifting up.
brGryffindor had beaten Slytherin for the first time in years.
brThe crowd was bursting with cheers.
brThe Gryffindor team burst into joyful sobs.
brAs the team reached the ground, they were lifted by mobs.
brThe giant trophy given to them by Dumbledore,
brWould be remembered forever more.
brThe Slytherins slithered away,
brThey would reclaim victory another day.
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brBy Glàclya B.
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brPlease review, and by the way, I am now a twice published poet. The first is 'The Stream' and the second is 'Heartbreak', I have both up if you want to read them.
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brFrom Chapter 15 of
"Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban"
P
BRThe Quidditch Final
P
brOut of the locker room
brCame each player, sporting a broom.
brGreen for Slytherin, red for Gryffindor
brAnd as always the crowd did roar.
brAs the whistle blew,
brAnd the cheering grew,
brUp went fourteen players, seven to each side,
brEach had a broomstick to ride.
brThe referee flew on a broomstick in the air,
brTo make sure the game was played fair.
p
Harry soared high above the game,
brTo keep Malfoy off the Snitch was his aim
brUntil Gryffindor was more than fifty up,
brThen he could catch the Snitch, winning the Quidditch Cup.
brThe Gryffindor Chasers score, zero to ten,
brAfter a foul, they score again.
brTwice more the Gryffindor Chasers score,
brAnd Slytherin scores, making it forty to ten for Gryffindor.
brIt was turning into the dirtiest game ever seen,
brThe Slytherins were turning very mean.
P
The Gryffindors score, fifty to ten,
brAnd then Gryffindor scores again.
brAnd the crowds go wild once more,
brAs another is scored by Gryffindor.
brTo catch the Snitch is all they need,
brHarry saw it and put on a burst of speed.
brThen his broom was slowing down,
brHorrified, he looked around.
brMalfoy had done what Harry feared,
brThe Snitch had now disappeared.
P
After a foul, Gryffindor scores,
brAnd the crowd below as always roars.
brWhile Harry is trying to straighten his flight,
brHe sees an awful sight:
brDiving toward the ground was Malfoy,
brHis face expressing his extreme joy.
brAs fast as a cheetah, Harry did dive,
brEvery nerve in his body alive.
brAs he dodged a Bludger with incredible ease,
brHe now was at Malfoy's knees.
P
He needed just a few more feet,
brThen his victory would be sweet.
brHarry was level with Malfoy's head,
brIf Malfoy got the Snitch first, he was dead.
brHarry pushed Malfoy's arm out of the way,
brMalfoy would not triumph this day.
brHarry's fingers closed on the tiny, gold ball,
brAnd victory was his after all.
brHe grasped the fluttering Snitch in his hands,
brAn explosion of cheers came from the stands.
P
He had done it; he had won the Quidditch Cup,
brHarry felt his spirits lifting up.
brGryffindor had beaten Slytherin for the first time in years.
brThe crowd was bursting with cheers.
brThe Gryffindor team burst into joyful sobs.
brAs the team reached the ground, they were lifted by mobs.
brThe giant trophy given to them by Dumbledore,
brWould be remembered forever more.
brThe Slytherins slithered away,
brThey would reclaim victory another day.
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brBy Glàclya B.
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brPlease review, and by the way, I am now a twice published poet. The first is 'The Stream' and the second is 'Heartbreak', I have both up if you want to read them.