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A/N: I got bored, and I had writer's block, so I made up a little poem detailing Harry's first year. Some of it isn't quite what happened in the book, but do you know how hard it is to rhyme? I might make up the other years too, we'll see.
The Sorcerer's Stone
Hidden in a cupboard
A life empty and plain
His parents were dead
And his relatives insane
They burned all his letters
A hundred more found their way
He learned the truth of his past
On his eleventh birthday
He heard about magic
And arrived at a school
One that could teach him
To conjure and duel
The hat placed him by light
With a close call for dark
Ron became his first friend
While Malfoy was all bark
Then things went downhill
The year started off tough
In the halls they whispered
And Snape treated him rough
He fought with the snakes
Found a three-headed pooch
He made another friend
And impressed Madam Hooch
A troll nearly killed him
And someone hexed his broom
He was amazed by the mirror
But was caught in the room
He sent off a dragon
But McGonagall found out
She gave them all detention
And left Malfoy to pout
They explored the forest
Were saved by a centaur
They saw a figure drink blood
But who they weren't sure
They discovered Flamel
He made the Sorcerer's Stone
It was Quirrell not Snape
If only they'd known
They defeated the trials
And Harry went ahead
He faced the dark lord
And nearly ended up dead
His first year was hard
But Harry persevered
They won the house cup
And he lived another year
Review!
This was a little rushed. Like I said, I was bored, and I couldn't think of what to write for one of my stories. This took up about five minutes of my life, but I hope you like it.