Potter Boy
Sunshine of little Whinging
Twilight of Privet Drive
There dwells a little star below
Who magically survived
The parties began & the drums rolled
As butterbeer froth rose high
Happiness came & sorrow had gone
There remained no reason to cry
They all waited for him;
And so did Hogwarts
They watched him growing
Growing in that muggle grass
At last, the great day came
When Harry got a call
He took his place at school
Where he was famous & tall
The Sun was rising at last
And the leaves were falling on the grass
Nowhere was the dark shadow
But the Wise keep stretched his arrow
So it had begun; the year One
Full of spells, adventure and fun
The rising of shadows also began
The serpent was ready to stretch its fang
It didn't happen that way
The Wise were victorious at the end of the day
Once again Harry Potter was the cause
For he denied to be the Dark Lord's prey
Further began the next year
The serpent again spread its fear
And no one believed Harry here
With this, cruel intentions became wide & clear
I AM LORD VOLDEMORT
In Riddle, there dwelled this thought
The Chamber was opened again
And innocent muggles were slain
With great courage & belief, the Potter boy fought
With the golden bird alongside telling him to fear not
Thus again, the courageous won the battle in the end
And now, for the Dark Lord there was someone to offend
The end wasn't near at all
For Voldemort was returning slowly from downfall
In the third year of Harry Potter and Hogwarts
The rising of the old power thus began at last
And then, there were none to stop him coming
None to vanquish him one more time
Alas, Lord Voldemort rose in the fourth year
Casting spells of shadow and fear
A boy had been taken from Hogwarts to Heaven
For standing tall in the dark path of Hell
Though he was murdered by Lord Voldemort
There won't be anybody of his sort
The world around started moving fast
Darkness was falling like a shadow of the past
For Harry, it was his Fifth year
Of suffering and a reason to fear
Suffering, Torture and great sorrows and madness
This is how the world thought of him
Because they only read the papers
And believed only small whispers
The unsolved quest remained in his mind
The answer to which he didn't know where to find
But he got it at last from Headmaster himself
And that answer shook his own self
The Black dog wasn't anywhere to be found
Once again, Harry lost himself in the battleground
Great tragedies and tasks lie ahead of him
That Potter boy was nowhere to be found
Is this the end of a fairytale?
Where dark overpowers the good
Where evil conquers the Wise
Where something wicked comes this way
Is this not an end of a fairytale?
When someone fights for you and believes you
The power of union and friendship lies there in you
There might be evil lying ahead to cope
But one belief is certain......there is always hope
Thus here starts our fairytale
With a hope in our minds and belief in our hearts
The Sunshine will conquer the dead night
Bringing back the happiness and no fright
May it be.....May it be.......
Sunshine of little Whinging
Twilight of Privet Drive
There dwells a little star below
Who magically survived
The parties began & the drums rolled
As butterbeer froth rose high
Happiness came & sorrow had gone
There remained no reason to cry
They all waited for him;
And so did Hogwarts
They watched him growing
Growing in that muggle grass
At last, the great day came
When Harry got a call
He took his place at school
Where he was famous & tall
The Sun was rising at last
And the leaves were falling on the grass
Nowhere was the dark shadow
But the Wise keep stretched his arrow
So it had begun; the year One
Full of spells, adventure and fun
The rising of shadows also began
The serpent was ready to stretch its fang
It didn't happen that way
The Wise were victorious at the end of the day
Once again Harry Potter was the cause
For he denied to be the Dark Lord's prey
Further began the next year
The serpent again spread its fear
And no one believed Harry here
With this, cruel intentions became wide & clear
I AM LORD VOLDEMORT
In Riddle, there dwelled this thought
The Chamber was opened again
And innocent muggles were slain
With great courage & belief, the Potter boy fought
With the golden bird alongside telling him to fear not
Thus again, the courageous won the battle in the end
And now, for the Dark Lord there was someone to offend
The end wasn't near at all
For Voldemort was returning slowly from downfall
In the third year of Harry Potter and Hogwarts
The rising of the old power thus began at last
And then, there were none to stop him coming
None to vanquish him one more time
Alas, Lord Voldemort rose in the fourth year
Casting spells of shadow and fear
A boy had been taken from Hogwarts to Heaven
For standing tall in the dark path of Hell
Though he was murdered by Lord Voldemort
There won't be anybody of his sort
The world around started moving fast
Darkness was falling like a shadow of the past
For Harry, it was his Fifth year
Of suffering and a reason to fear
Suffering, Torture and great sorrows and madness
This is how the world thought of him
Because they only read the papers
And believed only small whispers
The unsolved quest remained in his mind
The answer to which he didn't know where to find
But he got it at last from Headmaster himself
And that answer shook his own self
The Black dog wasn't anywhere to be found
Once again, Harry lost himself in the battleground
Great tragedies and tasks lie ahead of him
That Potter boy was nowhere to be found
Is this the end of a fairytale?
Where dark overpowers the good
Where evil conquers the Wise
Where something wicked comes this way
Is this not an end of a fairytale?
When someone fights for you and believes you
The power of union and friendship lies there in you
There might be evil lying ahead to cope
But one belief is certain......there is always hope
Thus here starts our fairytale
With a hope in our minds and belief in our hearts
The Sunshine will conquer the dead night
Bringing back the happiness and no fright
May it be.....May it be.......