| The Sorcerer’s (Philosopher’s) Stone The life he knew before is now a summer's diary page A doleful chapter written during pauses from life's stage The real arena being where the boy was meant to be The school where those with magic learn the art of wizardry His parents took this path before him, now they’re dead and gone Their attacker tried to kill him too, but he lives on For murderous Lord Voldemort, a shell with a horrid face Harry’s scar alone reveals the drama that took place Raised by relatives who hated him, now born anew Because he’s come of age to do what he was born to do And so with Hagrid as his guide, he entered this new realm A place where wands choose wizards and a spell can overwhelm The sorting hat had placed him, but it was his heart that chose And here he can enjoy the only “family” life he knows With two friends who would help him be the best that he could be And share in what would be, for him, his life-long destiny Here students get their mail from owls that soar around the room Harry hones an inborn skill in a sport on a flying broom Dons an invisibility cloak his father owned before A legacy returned to him by Albus Dumbledore An enemy from Harry’s parents’ past now teaches here And so his path is laden with a mix of dread and fear But Harry’s greatest enemy, of his true purpose, lied A meek veneer and turban mask the devil that’s inside Hidden behind chambers guarded by enchantments rare A stone that yields a draught of life, but evil lurks down there Feeling it is up to him to save the precious stone Harry and his two best friends brave obstacles alone Facing a three-headed dog and dangers, most would fail All emerged, though tested to the limit, worn and pale Harry faced his parent’s killer, and killed his servant, Quirrell And won, for skill and bravery, House Cup for Gryffindor |
| The Chamber of Secrets The wizard is not welcome here where muggle family dwell A fact made clear to one who knows this sad truth all too well His birthday is not mentioned; in his room he’s sent instead And matters are made worse by what he finds upon his bed An elf who threatens havoc if he leaves this horrid place Warns of certain death with doleful moans and tear-stained face At school, Harry is most at home, with friends that he holds dear How can any danger there be worse than life is here? And now the plaintive cries alert his uncle and his aunt He begs the elf to quiet down, but Dobby simply can’t And so the evening’s ruined and his room is sealed and barred But friends have come to rescue him inside a flying car They take him to their home with magic people like himself And for a blissful while Harry forgets about the elf When Dobby makes them miss the train to school, again they fly And though a tree has wrecked the car, they get there by and by On warnings of the dangers, Harry is not ill-advised As odd things start to happen just as soon as he arrives Something evil petrifies and curses those within And Harry finds himself accused of nearly everything Someone opened up a chamber where dark secrets lie Harry’s mentor, Hagrid, was accused in years gone by Now his enemies and even some friends feel it’s him Harry could not, could he, be the heir of Slytherin? A girl so young and meek was made to cause the evil there She stumbled on a diary kept by the evil heir It made her do these horrid things; it tormented her soul She trusted it and it became a weapon of control It took her to a place where she was left to simply die How could she be rescued? Harry knew he had to try He went into the chamber where he faced the evil heir And to his horror he could see poor Ginny lying there Long ago a girl was killed by what, below here, lies Poised to kill again, beware, and don’t look in his eyes! Wounded, Harry’s loyalty is lovingly repaid A phoenix brings the sword of Gryffindor to Harry’s aid And he will rescue Ginny and absolve from any blame Not just himself, but also he will clear good Hagrid’s name And prove, as he has done before, and as he’ll always do That he was born of, and he is, a hero through and through! |
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