Disclaimer: It takes a great thinker to figure out nothing in the HP world belongs to me. Or LOTR.
A scar for a boy whose parents' friend did lie,

For a bathroom ghost a wail and a moan

A broom for Cedric doomed to die

Wand poised for the Dark Lord on the throne

In the land of HP where the bore is nigh.

One boy to save them all, one man to hunt him,

One boy to beat this down and in the end kill him

In the land of HP where the bore is nigh.