Disclaimer: Okay, okay, I know I don't have to say this since I don't mention any names, but all the H.P. characters belong to J.K. Rowling and WB.
The Scarred Little Boy
There was a little boy,
A scar upon his head.
If not for his very loving parents,
This boy would have been dead.
He always hated his uncle's house,
Always full of hate,
He always felt helpless,
Until that special day of fate.
The little boy had hit the age,
The age when he wasn't so little,
This age brought him the letter
That would take him from the household full of tempers brittle.
This little boy started a new life,
He made wonderful new friends,
This little boy felt a new feeling,
The feeling of happiness within.
This little boy learned of his past.
Every expectation of him was high,
His purpose in life was that of a hero,
Or at least do his best to try.
As this boy became near a visit with God,
He thought of the failure and success,
He realized how little he had failed,
And this little boy knew he had done the job best.