I was playing the first Harry Potter game which I absolutely adore, but as I was running through all these insane challenges and nearly getting myself killed in bottomless pits, herbology gardens, etc. it made me come up with this little poem. Feedback is appreciated since poetry is not my forte. :) Hopefully it's not cringe-worthy! Enjoy!

Hogwarts is a lovely school,
A wondrous place indeed,
But in Hogwarts there's a rule
That everyone must heed.

This rule is not much spoken,
In fact not at all,
But if this rule is broken
You won't last through the fall.

For Hogwarts is a magical place,
Its wonders are a-plenty,
But it has many a-hidden space,
That can swallow one and twenty.

This unspoken rule is easy,
But you must take care,
Or you may end up like poor Weasley,
Who was caught unaware.

For since it is a school of mystery,
There is a hidden truth
That throughout this school of history
There is many a missing youth.

And so the hidden rule is thus:
As you tread, do take heed.
Safety first is a must
Or you'll be lost indeed.

You might end up like poor dear Kate
Who was going through Herbology,
And ended up in such a state
That for it there was no terminology.

Or poor little Mary, who, despite the contrary
Actually tried to listen to rules,
But poor little Mary, whose head was airy
Ended up with one of the ghouls.

Then there was strong Mitch
Who was wandering through the grounds
Trying to go to Quidditch,
But on his way, he heard a sound,

I'm afraid to say that that poor student
Was too scared to stay,
And so he thought it would be prudent
To simply run away.

He went to get a teacher
To come and investigate,
But he must have been going at his leisure
For he was slightly late.

For he took a bit of a fall
In a bottomless pit,
And ended up in a hall
Full of similar misfits.

And then there was the curious case
Of sweet little Rose
Who managed to turn into a vase
Just by scratching her nose.

The professors did all they could,
But it was all in vain,
So little Rose sits on the wood
By some pretty window pane.

And one day in a Charms class
There was a boy named Harry
Who ran into a wall of glass
And then turned into Mary.

Now Harry was with all the ghouls
And Mary was set free,
But Mary needed a walking tool
Since she's now eighty-three.

There are those who are still missing
In that great big school,
For when they went they were not listening
To that golden rule.

It's such a good thing that in this world
There are no magical attorneys,
For many a lawsuit would have been hurled
For all the ill-fated journeys.

Now I have been invited
To attend this lovely school,
But I do not feel delighted
For this is not at all cool.

I'd like to keep my head
Of my humanity, do not deprive,
And, as many have said,
I want to stay alive!

Poor Harry, lol. Or maybe poor Mary. I don't know who had the worst plight here... probably sweet little Rose the vase. :P

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