Poe does Potter

by Quasi-Princess Of Darkness

Just a bit of nonsense I wrote. It's in the style of "The Raven". It's not too in-depth, just a story with a cool rhyme scheme. Read and Review like there's no tomorrow. Constructive criticism is my friend.

This is something I originally wrote for an HP message board and I thought it'd be cool to post it here. Please read and review, dear people, and I will be eternally grateful.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry or any of the other characters in this poem, for that matter. The lovely, intelligent, and insanely rich Ms. Rowling does. Also, there's really no sense in suing me. I have nothing worth taking. I'm a college student.

Harry Potter, in the style of Poe's "The Raven"

Once upon a midnight dreary, Harry and his friends lied weary
In their warm and comfortable beds in the dorms of Gryffindor.
As they all lay deeply napping, Harry woke and heard a rapping,
As of someone gently tapping, tapping 'cross the chamber floor.
"'Tis some sleepless friend," he whispered, "Tapping 'cross the chamber floor."
"Or maybe Peeves, but nothing more."

The moon shone like a glowing ember on this night in late September,
Even Nick the house ghost floated sleeping near the dorm room's door.
But sleep could not take hold of Harry. He rose from bed, alert and wary,
Waking Ron, they dared not tarry. Both sneaked off to Granger's door.
The three went off into the darkness, hoping to find out something more.
About the tappings on the floor.

Gryffindor they left together, making footfalls light as feathers,
Footsteps they heard grew ever louder as they walked out of the door.
They saw a shadow in the hall. "But was it man or beast?" thought all.
It was not Filch they saw this night, prowling through the corridor.
Granger cast a "Lumos" spell and lit up the dark corridor.
They gasped and shouted, "Voldemort!"

The figure laughed and spoke at last. "Dear children, Hogwarts's time has passed!"
"Tonight, you'll die and I will burn this horrid castle to the floor!
No mark above your bright green eye can kill a man who cannot die!
I'll cast a spell upon you all. You'll all fall dead upon the floor.
'Avada Kadavra' I'll shout, and wave my wand with phoenix core.
Will Potter triumph? Nevermore!"

But Potter did not waste a second. A spell would stop this fiend, he reckoned.
"Ron! Hermione!" he beckoned, "Point your wands at Voldemort!"
They all three did as Harry said, wands pointed straight at Voldie's head.
Voldemort looked on in dread as through the hall their voices tore.
They shouted Latin, wands glowed bright, and Voldie melted to the floor.
"No," said Potter, "Never more."