The Story Begins

To the tune of American Pie/The Saga Begins
A HP filk by Squin

About eleven years ago
In a village called Godric's Hollow
Voldie made a terrible attack
We'd all been scared of the Dark Lord
But it wasn't long at all before
Little Hotshot refected a zap
And saved the day

Now what happened next, well, it did thrill us
With shooting stars rejoiced Dedalus
Harry escaped with Rubeus
On a flying motorbike from Sirius

McGonagall waited on the street
Dumbledore arrived, eating sweets
They all hung out in Privet Drive
That's where they left this boy...

Oh my, my, this Harry Potter guy
He is famous, really famous
Since when he was just a small fry
His folks are dead, Mummy kissed him goodbye
But soon he's gonna be a magi
Soon he's gonna be a magi

Did you know the Dursley's slave
Isn't even old enough to shave
But he survived Voldie, HOORAY
Ahh, do you see him killing the Dark Lord?
Well he might be a kid but he's not a dork
Yah, Vern was mad but Harry's
off to Hogwarts anyway

Well, I knew he'd be in Gryffindor
His best friend's Ron, Hermione's a bore
She's a know-it-all, it's true
But they'll be best friends really soon

He was a prepubescent flyin' ace
And the minute Neville landed on his face
Well, I knew who would get the Remembrall
Oh yes, it was our boy

We started singin' ...
My, my, this Harry Potter guy
He is famous, really famous
Since when he was just a small fry
His folks are dead, Mummy kissed him goodbye
But soon he's gonna be a magi
Soon he's gonna be a magi

Now we're finally marching through corridors
The Quidditch Captain we knew would want
To see how good the boy could be
So we took him there and we told the tale
How his Seeker skills were off the scale
And he might kick some Slytherin -- butt

Now McGonagall was impressed, of course
Could he bring glory to Gryffindor?
Wood interviewed the kid
Oh, a broomstick, they permit

But with Malfoy Harry felt much hate
And Ron, he said, "Malfoy just you wait"
They were gonna duel in the Trophy Room
That's when they met Fluffy

He was singin' ...
My, my, this Harry Potter guy
He is famous, really famous
Since when he was just a small fry
His folks are dead, Mummy kissed him goodbye
But soon he's gonna be a magi
Soon he's gonna be a magi

We ran screaming back to the common room
'Cause Queen Hermione wanted to
I frankly would've liked to stay
We battled with an ugly troll
Cheered at Quidditch, Harry's on a roll
And creepy Snape seems out to ruin the day

And in the end, away Norbert flied
Some points were lost and some Unicorns died.
Fred and George were jokin'
Of the Philosopher's Stone we were talkin'
And the DADA teacher I admire most (not)
Met up with Harry and now he's toast
Harry saved the world, but he won't boast
And Gryffindor won the cup!

And I was singin' ...
My, my, this Harry Potter guy
He is famous, really famous
Since when he was just a small fry
His folks are dead, Mummy kissed him goodbye
But soon he's gonna be a magi
Soon he's gonna be a magi

We were singin' ...
My, my, this Harry Potter guy
He is famous, really famous
Since when he was just a small fry
His folks are dead, Mummy kissed him goodbye
But soon he's gonna be a magi
Soon he's gonna be a magi

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Disclaimer:
All characters and events you recognise from Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling (aka The Goddess)
Weird Al owns his lyrics, Don McLean owns the tune, yada yada yada. I own nothing. Cheers :o)

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