| The Burrow The house upon this plot of land is old and weather-worn But rich in character and memories All of its inhabitants are witch and wizard born But there ends all their similarities Diverse is every artifact that one would find inside And each inhabitant, make no mistake Arthur Weasley’s curiosity he cannot hide For everything the muggle people make Molly, his wife, stricter, with a firm but loving hand Is expert cook and manager indeed Raising one young witch and six young wizards, understand She has all of the skills that one could need The eldest of their children, Bill, breaks curses for a bank Charlie works with dragons stealthily Twins, Fred and George hope to sell their every joke and prank No-nonsense Percy works for the Ministry Son Ron met best friend Harry and their friendship grew and grew Though Ron so envies Harry’s wealth and fame Bonds between them strengthened with the perils they lived through Once you face death, life is not the same Youngest sister Ginny, oh so vulnerable and meek Nearly lost her life at school, first year Harry soon became like second family, so to speak Adding to the memories made here The Burrow bursts with energy, from floor to chimney tops The Chudley Cannons wave from postered walls The sound of sibling quarrels and a wand that’s turning chops Echo through the doors and down the halls Crooked outside walls stretch out, more family to hold Clock hands point to where its members roam Though poor, it overflows with things you could not buy with gold The Burrow is so much more than a home! |
| Ron Do you feel lost in the background; One of seven, nothing more? Are you tired of hand-me-downs, Shared attention, being poor? Some of everything you envy You have had right from the start No one could be richer than he Who shows loyalty and heart Do you know you were the first friend Harry ever called his own? Bonds this strong are never broken You stand out for that alone! To save lives, you’ve been a fighter Bravery can open doors If your friend’s spotlight seems brighter It’s because it blends with yours Each has different strengths to share Harry, you, Hermione Three great forces came to bear Look what you have done, you three? Faded robes with broken stitches Will still cover you with pride If you want to see true riches You need only look inside! |
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