At last it was time for the sorting,
Harry looked up at the enchanted ceiling,
About the sorting he had a nasty feeling,
Watched by a thousand faces in the great hall,
Harry felt nervous to be judged in front of them all.
The sorting hat told him that he'd do well in the House of Slytherin,
Harry hoped not and was shocked when the Hat could hear his thoughts within.
So the hat placed Harry in the brave House of Gryffindor,
Harry was pleased and everyone was filled with curiosity and awe.
Whispers followed Harry as term began and Harry and his newfound friend Ron explored the school,
They encountered Filch, the caretaker whilst trying to force their way into the forbidden third hall.
Moving staircases, trick stairs, moving armoury, live paintings and ghosts galore,
So different to what Harry had always known, filled with surprise at everything he saw.
The potions master, Snape, seemed to despise him,
Harry was angry that he tried to make him look dim.
By the end of the lesson Harry was filled with hate,
What had he ever done to deserve that fate?
Harry was relieved to only have potions once a week with the slytherins and the potions' master,
But that was before he found out about the Flying lessons; he knew it would be a disaster.
He never thought he'd hate someone more than Dudley, but that was before Malfoy,
The Slytherin student, the potion master's favourite, such a boastful boy.
And so Harry and the rest of the Gryffindors set out one day,
Towards a smooth lawn, where the Slytherins had already made their way.
They were meant to mount their brooms on the count of three,
But Neville flew into the sky before anyone could see.
He lost control and fell to the ground,
He let out a scream and his wrist made a cracking sound.
Madame Hooch took Neville to the Hospital,
And Malfoy flew into the air with Neville's remembrall.
Because of Malfoy's gloating Harry felt angry,
Ignoring protests he flew into the air and suddenly felt free.
Malfoy threw the Remembrall into the air,
And Harry dived to catch it before it got caught in Hermione's hair!
Mcgonagall stormed onto the pitch,
She was angry, what a witch!
McGonagall sought out Wood,
And Harry was filled with dread where he stood.
Wood was the captain of the Griffindor Quidditch team,
Harry was made the Seeker, the youngest there had ever been.
Time flew passed as though he was in a dream,
Before he knew it, it was the day of Halloween.
Ron upset Hermione, a bossy, know it all,
But she was soon forgotten when they entered the Great Hall.
Quirrel, rushed in, the professor of Defence,
When he announced that there was a troll loose, the danger was immense.
Harry and Ron were worried about Hermione,
She might be in danger, oh where could she be?
Whilst searching for Hermione, they saw the troll,
They rushed, leapt and locked it away.
They achieved their goal,
They thought they were heroes, what a wonderful day!
When they heard a scream, they were filled with dismay,
How foolish, how stupid, how idiotic they had been,
Harry and Ron started turning green.
With a battle cry they charged in,
A battle commenced which caused an almighty din.
Ron knocked out the troll with its own club,
The troll fell with a gigantic thud.
Harry stuck his wand up the nose of the beast,
The wand was covered in bogey, but Hermione was safe at least.
From that moment on it was easy to see,
That Harry and Ron had become friends with Hermione.