A/N: This is a poem I wrote about a year ago, in an english lesson, and I thought you might like it. I know the title sucks but I couldn't think of a bettter one.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling and therefore do not own Harry Potter.
That Dark Night
On October the 31st,
You guessed it's Halloween,
In Godric's Hollow there was a house,
Which by most could not be seen.
A man approached the house,
This man was one of few,
Who could see through the enchantments,
He had a job to do.
A mother, father and their child,
Were in there having fun,
But when the door was blasted off its hinges,
Then knew they had to run.
The hooded figure stood there,
Just inside the door,
He pointed his wand at the father,
Green lights came and he slumped to the floor.
He ascended to the nursery,
Merciless despite the mothers cries,
As she tried to save her baby,
Before her child she died.
Next it was the baby,
Who would feel his wrath,
For now there was no one,
That could block his path.
The baby wailed as the man aimed,
His spell at directly at him,
With one swift move green lights appeared,
But the curse it did not touch him.
His magic broke that night,
Less than a ghost he fled,
He left the wailing baby with his life,
And a scar upon his head.
The scar was shaped like lightning,
The baby sat forlorn,
And on that dark night there and then,
The Chosen One was born.
A/N: What did you think? Did you like it? Please review. Love, Trixy.