| The Prisoner of Azkaban The past has hidden secrets that are soon to be revealed Of blame misplaced and horrors faced that can’t remain concealed While Harry’s heart is pounding, for he broke a wizard’s rule For students are forbidden to do magic out of school Cursing one cruel aunt may bring a punishment most feared But could he be impassive while his parents’ name is smeared? Thus family life, for Harry, gets more difficult each year And he escapes, for now, into uncertainty and fear The image of a gaunt black hound gives him a piercing stare As Harry boards a transport that has come from who knows where The Minister of Magic greets the youth, and that seems strange For reasons yet unknown to him, safe shelter is arranged Until the school year starts anew he’ll find some respite here But soon he’ll learn why all the magic world is filled with fear For someone marked as dangerous escaped a prison grim And Harry learns this man is very likely seeking him! More rumors of the prisoner’s past reach Harry’s ears one night For people say that man was Harry’s godfather by right His godfather, the reason both his parents now are dead? This man his parents trusted had betrayed them both instead? Around the school grounds prison’s guards keep watch, and truth be told They are creatures totally inhuman, harsh and cold Though others feel uneasy, Harry faints when they get close Later he would learn it is because he’s suffered most Meanwhile, there’s a teacher here who takes him under wing And seems to help him understand and cope with everything Harry learns to deal with fear and those who harm and kill But this great mentor faces danger too, for he is ill Now mysteries unravel and some truths have some to light His mentor, when a child, was wounded by a werewolf’s bite And he became a werewolf too, forced, at full moon, to hide Three friends turned to animagi to be at his side They penned a map of secret routes around school corridors Showing every movement of the people on all floors And Harry’s came to own this map, and with his friends this night They will try to help another victim in his plight A hypogriff in Hagrid’s care had struck out when insulted Barely wounding that cruel boy, a death sentence resulted No fair trial for Buckbeak, for the Ministry is swayed By the father of the boy who planned the whole charade Harry learns his godfather was framed, though innocent The animagi who betrayed his parents, his friends pet! The “rat” had killed more people, then into the gutters fled Leaving Sirius Black to take the blame for this instead The only way to save him and the Hypogriff, now dead Would be to turn back time and help them both escape instead Though he must hide, through letters they will always keep in touch And Harry knows out there is “kin” who loves him very much |
| The Goblet of Fire When challenges arise that test the limits of our skill We call upon the best among our own Relying on their courage, strength of body, mind and will To face each of these challenges alone But heroes are far more than all the skills inborn and learned Their character is always brought to bear Thus each and every victory they win is more than earned And what they gain, but half of what they share And so it was with Harry who unwittingly was thrust Upon a stage where older players play Forced to face the doubts of friends, doing what he must To prove himself despite what others say And he would learn that hidden underneath the dangers known Were plots of evil yet to be unveiled All the preparation, diligence and effort shown Could not help save poor Cedric when assailed Chemical disguises masked one’s true identity Certain now that Harry can’t be saved How could he prepare to fight the foe he could not see Just a portkey’s journey from a grave? Harry’s parent’s killer once again stands in his path Poised to drink his blood to be restored Harry cowers not, but stands to face the villain’s wrath His wand held out much like King Arthur’s sword Wands containing feathers from one Phoenix now collide Brother wands will lock when aimed to kill Out of Riddle’s wand his victims come to Harry’s side To boost his courage and his strength of will And so Harry emerges, holding Cedric’s body near For mourning parents and an anxious throng Grateful he has won the prize, yet filled with grief and fear Where has Harry been and what went wrong? Weak and ill, Harry tells what most are shocked to learn Of death-eaters who heeded Riddle’s call; Of being bled to feed him so that he can now return; Of watching, helplessly, poor Cedric fall The duel and the locking wands, the aid of those who died How Voldemort could touch him now at will The horror of it all made Harry feel quite sick inside For now the world faced greater danger still The clear, concise description of what just had taken place The Head of Ministry dismissed, ignored With ever mounting danger staring humans in the face This attitude the world could ill afford To Voldemort’s advantage, now divided are his foes Because one head is buried in the sand Can Dumbledore convince the wizard world of what he knows United, good may triumph yet again! |
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