All of the Writings That I Have Produced on Hary Potter belong to J.K. Rowling, not me.
Although I may be the one who wrote this poem, the main idea has been taken from her books the Harry Potter Series. Thank You.
*~*Zhaneel*~*
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The Truth Must Come Out
Oh the little boy that everyone loved,
The little boy that no one suspected,
Oh the child that was innocent,
Really wasn't at all.
They say he was a baby,
When it all occurred,
The death of his parents,
And the downfall of Voldemort.
But if they had looked closer,
Yes even Proffesor Dumbledore,
They would have found the truth,
The truth that must be known.
Of how it was Harry,
Yes Harry,
That little poor and helpless' boy,
Who killed his parents with what?
A childs toy!
Oh yes, the story goes where no one knew,
Of little Harry and his baby sitter to.
That of Lord Voldemort.
Oh, oh yes, Lord Voldemort indeed.
He was the sitter of the young Potter.
The one he supposebly decieved.
But that is not true.
One day Voldemort became lazy,
And left young Potter in his crib,
To nap, to sleep, to waste the day away.
But it was to go all wrong.
Lily and James, well they cam e home,
To find their young Potter,
He was standing on the kitchen stove,
Doing what?
Why holding a frying pan!
Not a real one oh no,
But a childs one,
One that you and me have played with before.
And Lily and James walked toward their son to take it away,
But young Potter was cranky,
Since he had not slept,
And threw the pan their way!
Bonk ~Bonk
Bonk on the head went the pan.
Both of his parents droped to the ground,
Dropped to the ground with a thud.
Then, and only then did Lord Voldemort arise.
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That was what Voldemort screamed,
As he saw the dead boddies upon the ground,
"Bad Potter, bad!"
He yelled at Harry.
Harry only giggled merrily,
Unaware of the damage that was done.
Voldemort walked towards the boy to pick him up,
And give him a good scolding.
But Harry was quick,
And Harry was dumb,
And fell off the counter onto the floor.
Eagle spread mind you.
Voldemort picked up the young todler,
Up off of the floor.
And their on the young childs head,
Was a gash from hitting the table on the way to the floor.
Voldemort thought of an idea.
He thought about Harrys future.
He would burn the house down.
And make it look like he himself had done it.
So that's what he did.
And rumors spread of the Lord Voldemort,
How he had killed Lily and James,
When really the culpret was that of a boy.
A boy by the name of Harry Potter.
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As I was writing this, I decided that I would also create a story to go with this. So it will be more detailed. So stay tuned to fanfiction and keep your eyes open. You might just see this in story form!!!