Harry was excited because it was his first match of Quidditch,
Griffindor were playing against Slytherin and he hoped he could catch the snitch.
So up in the air they flew,
The most wonderful time he ever knew.
The game started in a blink of an eye,
Harry stayed out of the way, above he stayed high.
Hermione and Ron watched from below,
When all of a sudden Harry let out a bellow.
His broom was bucking and jerking,
What was the matter, why was his broom not working?
Hermione let out a scream of fear,
She grabbed onto Ron and yelled 'Oh dear!'
She saw Harry hanging one-handed from his broom,
She looked around, Snape was the one sending him to his doom.
He was muttering a curse,
Hermione had to stop it before it got worse.
She ran as she had never run before,
And threw poor professor Quirrel to the floor.
She set fire to Snape's robes,
And the cheering rushed back to Harry's earlobes.
Harry managed to get back onto his broom,
He thanked whoever had saved him from doom.
He speeded open-mouthed towards the ground,
And in his mouth the golden snitch he found.
This was Gryffindor's greatest victory,
But first they had to go to Hagrid's for tea.
Hagrid told them that he did extremely well,
And blabs everything about a guy called Flamel.
They went and searched in the library,
To feed their insatiable curiosity.
They searched in vain,
But they never found one mention of his name.