Harry Potter as written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
by Technomad
The Song of HarrypotterUnder Godric's Hollow's oak trees,
In the island of Great Britain,
Stood the homestead of James Potter,
And his wife, the lovely Lily.
Dark and gloomy were the omens,
Baleful were prognostications.
For the Dark Lord, Thomas Riddle,
"Voldemort" his chosen title,
Had become a mighty Dark Lord
Wreaking havoc and much slaughter.
And his followers, "Death Eaters,"
Followed in his bloody footsteps
Worshipping the ground he walked on.
There had been a strange prediction
One would soon be born to parents
Who had thrice defied the Dark Lord
And that babe, when grown, would end him.
James and Lily had fought strongly
Fought to bring the Dark Lord's downfall,
Since they fit the prophet's strictures
They had fled to live in hiding,
Hiding there in Godric's Hollow,
Magic spell there to protect them.
But, alas! The strongest spells
One and all, they have a weakness!
James and Lily trusted greatly,
Trusted in a friend of James's,
Peter Pettigrew, the traitor!
He had turned to serve the Dark Lord
He had sworn him all allegiance
And, since he alone of all folk
Only knew the spell's great secret,
Only he could pierce their armor,
Only he could bring their downfall.
On the last night of October,
In the moon of waning autumn,
Voldemort, the evil Dark Lord,
Sought to strike down all the Potters,
Strike, and kill his bane as baby,
Ere the babe could grow to kill him.
James went first; he went down fighting
But his spells were all quite futile.
Then the Dark Lord spotted Lily,
Pleading with him: "Spare my child!
Spare my son, and just kill me!"
"Stand aside, you stupid woman!"
Snarled the Dark Lord, with his wand raised
Casting the green Curse of Killing
Striking Lily down mid-sentence.
Then at last, the evil Dark Lord
Looked upon his future slayer,
Looked, and saw no thing to fright him,
Only saw a helpless child.
Then the Dark Lord raised his wand up,
Raised, and cast the Curse of Killing,
Curse that never once had failed him,
But this time, the spell rebounded!
Bounced right off and hit its maker
That was really unexpected!
In the end, the one soul living
Living in that house of corpses
Was the small boy Harrypotter,
Vanquisher of evil Dark Lords!
