The First War: Recollections

There was a time, not long ago,

When the dark mark shadowed wizards all.

The aurors in a frantic war,

And healers treating the forlorn.

There was no freedom, no justice,

When the brave defended us all.

Life was a struggle, bitter and hard,

And families were hungry and poor.

They spoke a dozen different tongues,

Though their dreams were all the same.

But their hopes for a better life were lost,

When dark's invasion begun.

One rainy night, in a grimy bar,

A prophecy was spoken, giving us hope.

"The one who can vanquish the dark lord,

will be born as the 7th month dies."

That fateful night, on Hallows' eve,

The Potters lost the fight.

Though kill his parents Voldemort did,

Touch Harry he could not.

A baby though he was,

Free us he did so.

By his mother's sacrifice,

The dark lord met his doom.

A/N: Okay, what do you think, this is just a poem to sum up the 1st war and get you people interested. I will try to get the 1st chapter out ASAP. By the way, anyone knows the origins of this poem? No prizes for correct answers though.