Harry put down his quill
That test was hard
And everyone else was working still

It was over now though
He skipped put he door
Glad to be free to go

Hermione asked, "How did you do?"
"Okay," he lied
And she knew

Because Harry didn't study
She had started ages ago
And he thought she was nutty

But he never got around to it
And the night before
He figured he had enough wit

Harry couldn't fail
Other wise he'd flunk out
And never see beyond the veil

He wouldn't go to seventh year
He wouldn't be able to fly
Or have another butterbeer

"I'm sure you didn't get an 'F'" she said
He wasn't so sure
So he shook his head

Weeks later in his muggle room
He received a letter- -
From a guy on a broom

The man waited outside as he ripped it open
Thinking of what could be inside
He found himself hopin'

'Dear Hogwarts student,
After the recent tests
We see it prudent

That you do not
Get any magical education
Be happy you got a shot

Even though you aren't to learn anymore
Hope you understand
Signed, Albus Dumbledore'

Then the man took
his wand, broomstick,
and all of his books

And left Harry all alone
In the muggle world
The worst punishment known!

A/N: I couldn't think of a word that rhymed with open so I became a hillbilly! Well that wasn't very good... it was unlucky 13