Author's Notes: All I have to say is blame The Amanda Show for this idea. Mwah.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry. Cry me a river.
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Harry Potter stood on the podium, clearing his throat. His class had to write a poem, and then read it aloud. Today was his day. A smile came to the small boy's face as he began reading.
"There once was a girl name Mary Sue.
She had hair of blonde and eyes of blue.
She was perfect and she did everything right.
She saved people morning, noon, and night.
She might be my sister, or maybe my mate.
She doesn't fancy me. She fancies the one I hate.
She always has a boring background to tell.
I'd probably listen if she didn't smell.
With her in a story, there is not one plot.
No lesson to be learned or taught.
She's just there for the author's delight,
Mary-Sue is perfect at first sight.
But only is she perfect at first sight.
The second and third, you just want to scream…
GOODNIGHT!"
Harry bowed and left the stage, grinning from ear to ear.