The Legend of Harry Potter

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or places, and even a couple of lines aren't mine...

A.N:) This is the legend of Harry Potter written in verse. It's my version of what happened in Godrics Hollow the night Harry's parents died.

Darkness crept upon the world,
And silence claimed it's place,
Only whispers swept through boughs and leaves,
The night had shown it's face.

Moon was hidden 'bove the clouds,
It's glow was locked away,
And so no shadow was cast aground,
As the figure walked and swayed.

His head was hooded, his eyes glowed red,
And the trees shuddered as he passed by,
Their silent screams could wake the dead,
The ground shook with their unheard cries.

He made his way towards peaceful home,
His awful price to claim,
Their secret had been thought unknown,
But friend and foe were now the same.

The door gave way before his power,
It shriveled in his wake,
And then there came the judgement hour,
Their lives he came to take.

"Lily! Take Harry! I'll hold him off!"
The shout came sharp and clear,
And mother wrapped babe in blankets soft,
As death paced ever near.

A flash of green, she cried out loud,
Her true love's life was taken from her,
Tears stung her eyes, her heart pound,
Their hopes and dreams were gone forever.
One thread of hope though still remained,
He would not take her child away,
And thus her love for him proclaimed,
Life for life, his price she paid.

A cold, cruel laugh then pierced the air,
And lightening flashed across the sky,
Then wand was drawn on baby, fair,
The curse reflected in his bright-green eyes.

It slashed his forehead, a shape it formed,
A memory of that fateful night,
And evil's body was destroyed,
The darkness fled, to weak to fight.

And so the legend then was formed,
From then on he'd be known,
They'd know him by the mark he wore,
He claimed the lightening as his own.

But the loss he felt would never leave,
For his parents lived in his own skin,
Their love into his blood they weaved,
And love the dark would never win.

From that fateful night a hero was made,
A symbol to the ones who'd grieved,
And wizards proud, aloud exclaimed,
"To Harry Potter, the boy who lived!"