A/N: This poem takes place in Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, as you may be able to tell by reading it. Hope you enjoy, please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form.
So it Begins
He's coming.
Through the forests and out of the trees.
He's coming.
Drinking the blood of the innocent, without a gleam of remorse.
He's coming.
Harry, can you feel the pain of your scar?
Harry, have you noticed that Dumbledore is gone?
Harry, how long has that stranger known how to put Fluffy to sleep?
Tonight is the night.
Hurry to the trapdoor.
Past the Devil's plant.
Around the mountain troll.
Trust your instincts, Harry, you must save the Stone!
Fly into the mass of keys.
Across the enchanted chess board,
And straight into the fire.
Be prepared, my dear, for what faces you now is...
Lord Voldemort.
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