a/n: Hi, if anyone actually reads this, I just wrote this a few years ago after reading a bunch of darker Harry Potter fics, so this isn't my true opinion of the series. This was just a really, really, really bad poem for fun. I apologize, but fanfiction won't allow me to keep the spaces between the stanzas for some reason.
Harry Potter
Instead of love, he had his Aunt's scorn,
Her hate and rage, long before he was born.
He grew up in isolation,
The dark was his only consolation.
Then came the fame and glory,
Only he didn't know his story.
Pushed into a world ruled by the light,
He couldn't even put up a fight.
His true self pushed down in self-preservation.
All Dumbledore's plans came to fruition.
A little boy lost in the tempest of war,
Hailed a hero because of a scar.
His life planned out as one big plot
So he would die at the proper spot.
Test after test to temper his mettle;
Not even a scrap of truth to peddle.
One by one his loved ones lie
Only for him to finally die.
But this is not the end of our tale,
For he will soon prevail.
Reborn again after swift sweet death,
A new start away only a breath.
For the evil he fought is gone once more,
Just wait and see what he has in store.
For the battle is won, but not the war;
The ministry is rotten to the core.
So he will use his wit, fame, and guile
To make a new world order, it will only take a while.