Wow, okay, this is my first story on the Harry Potter boards and most likely my last. Gah, this is kind of scary. :P Anyway! I know, I know, the rhythm of this poem is way off, but it all depends on how you read it! Also, I added a little side-note at the bottom, so be sure to read it.
I wrote this for a school project and thought it was quite good. My mother already pointed out a big mistake, pertaining to Lily dying. So yes, I know how stupid it sounds.
Anyway...I hope you enjoy it. It took a while for me to write and it's probably the first serious poetry I've ever written.
Thank you!
-Katlana Child
The Boy Who Lives*
By Katlana Child
October 31st, a quiet night in the village
No one would expect that You-Know-Who would pillage.
A mother, father and baby boy
Were victims of this cruel deploy.
Avada Kedavra was the finishing blow
For the father who fought down below.
The mother in panic, took off in flight,
The baby boy cried out in fright.
The intruder followed in close pursuit
As he raised his wand, ready to shoot.
The mother threw herself in front of her son
Creating a shield that could not be undone.
She fell to her knees, dead as she stood
As the intruder pointed the thin piece of wood
At the little boy; his true target of interest.
For this, the intruder knew, was no contest.
Something happened; A malfunction in magic!
Our intruder's fate was quite tragic.
A hero was born that fateful night,
A savior to make bad things seem right.
A past that was forever in mind;
A memory that some would find
A tale to tell, a word to spread
That Lord Voldemort was finally dead!
Thirteen years of joy and celebration,
All in honor of Harry's dedication;
But the Tri-Wizard Cup brought trouble and strife,
As Harry watched Voldemort come back to life!
The Death Eaters cheered and regained their reign
While Harry, Ron and Hermione prepared to fight again.
Hogwarts fell under Voldemort's Curse,
Best friends were dying; What could be worse?
His friends asked, "Harry Potter what do we do?"
Harry replied, "Voldemort must kill me too."
He trudged into the woods of despair,
And then he saw Voldemort there.
A cruel chuckle escaped his lips
And Harry knew that this was it.
"Harry Potter the Boy Who Lives,
"Harry Potter the one who gives,
"You ruined my life, with your bravery,
"Freed my house-elves from slavery.
"You're nothing but a wannabe hero,
"You're falling fast to the position of zero.
"I'll give you this, the best you've tried,
"Harry Potter, the Boy Who Died!"
The hero fell under the spell of Death,
Taking in his final breath.
In King's Cross, he saw his old friend
Dumbledore, kind to the end.
"Harry Potter," he said with a smile,
"Come here, let's sit for awhile."
The elder and the boy reminisced,
And soon enough, Harry was dismissed.
Back at Hogwarts, students were fleeing
For Voldemort was succeeding.
After pulling off a clever ruse
Harry announced the news
That Voldemort's last day was near,
And his friends let out a grateful cheer!
Harry approached the Dark Lord,
Something Voldemort failed to ignore.
"Your time is up," Harry cried.
"How can this be, you're the boy who died?"
Harry raised his wand, a blinding light
Filled the air, making the darkness, bright!
A cry of frustration was the last thing heard
From the intruder, the dark wizard.
Peeves, the master of jokes and more
Shouted out in a happy roar,
"We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter's the One,
And Voldy's gone moldy, so now let's have fun!"
In response to Peeves's clever rhyme,
The students shouted out, time after time,
"Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lives,
"Harry Potter, the Boy Who Gives!
"The savior of this heartless night,
"Captor of the malicious fright."
*This poem was not meant to actually quote any part of Harry Potter. The only true quote is Peeves's rhyme.