I only wrote this because I love poetry, not because I own HP.
Harry's second year:
You wonder what
I'm doing here,
But you'll know soon,
So have no fear.
You ask each other,
'Surely there's some test?'
Don't worry children
I'll do my best.
Now you'll be shocked
But I'll read your mind.
And tell you where
You'll find your kind.
Are you brave?
Bold to your core?
If so my dears,
You're Gryffindor.
Are you quite clever?
Without a flaw?
If then you belong
In Ravenclaw.
If you work hard
Then true enough,
You will thrive
In Hufflepuff.
And if you're going
Straight for the win,
Your cunning goes
To Slytherin.
So put me on,
And know your fate.
Know whom to love
And whom to hate.
Harry's third year:
Long ago, on Scottish cliffs
Four Founders congregated
They worked their magic together
And Hogwarts was created.
Brave Gryffindor, from his English Hollow,
Wise Ravenclaw of Scottish glen
Fair Hufflepuff from Welsh valleys
Cunning Slytherin from Irish fen.
The house of Godric Gryffindor,
The scarlet and the gold,
Chose all the ones with courage
The bravest and the bold.
The chamber of Salazar slytherin,
The silver and the green,
Did choose the slyest of the lot
The ambitious and the keen.
The abode of Rowena Ravenclaw,
The bronze and the blue,
Picked out the sharpest minds of all
And taught the wisest few.
The dwelling of Helga Hufflepuff,
The house of black and yellow,
Settled for the kindest of the lot,
Who were loyal to their fellows.
So feel honored to be sorted
In to whatever house you will
Blue or yellow, scarlet or green,
Work hard, enjoy the thrill.
Harry's sixth year:
I sat here and watched you
Walk in through the door
You're nearly not enough
To divide into four.
Because this is
Our very own
Hogwarts school that
Between the known
Brave and Sly,
Clever and grounded,
Decades ago,
It was founded.
Years before you,
There was a boy
Who made all the wrong choices,
For his own joy.
He corrupted minds,
Twisted Slytherin's word
And now he's known
As the Dark Lord.
Remember children,
United you stand.
You can only win
With friendship in hand.
Hear my words,
Take them to heart.
And without further ado,
Let the Sorting start!
The seventh year:
Dark times are ahead of us,
The light has almost gone out.
We have to stand for what is right,
Trust each other, do not doubt.
For fear is spread in our world
Masked men are flaunting power
Time is ticking, running out
Getting lesser by the hour.
Yes, you pride your house,
But don't be foolish or blind
In dark times like these
Only friendship will bind.
Till our savior comes we must resist
The pull of the Dark side,
For running away is a coward's act
The conscience, we must abide.
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