Hey y'all. Here is my first ever attempt at the iPod challenge. I was inspired by SammyxRaquel's iPod challenge about Hermione. So here is mine about Harry. It's my first, so its not very good...

Birth
(Song: The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald)

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy

With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.

Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.

The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
Twas the witch of November come stealing.

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind

When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.

The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.

They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.

And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early.

Harry James Potter. He had entered the world at 11:50pm, on July 31st. But something told the nurse at St. Mungo's that this child had a terrible future ahead of him. There was this terrible sense in her that if this child had been born 15 minutes later, his fate would have been safe.

Being gifted in prophecy, she told the parents this. They cast her warning aside like it was nothing.

But they never forgot what the nurse had said as it was terribly confirmed by none other than Albus Dumbledore. He told them of the prophecy. Where it told of the one who could defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. One who would be born as the seventh month, July, was at its end. If Harry had been born but 15 minutes later, he would have been born in August, and the prophecy wouldn't have been applicable. His mother fell into a chair and gasped out,

"Where has the love of God gone now? Why us?"

What did you think? Reviews make me happy...and you will recieve a mention in the next part of the musical life of Harry Potter...