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here's another poem that I wrote orginally after the first book came out.....enjoy....AW
Harry Potter (first year)
A knock on the door and you jolt awake, Is it your life that they’re here to take? A giant walks in, you feel the ground quake, “You’re a Wizard,” he says, oh for goodness sake.
“A wizard?” you say, “are you sure you mean me?” “Here’s your letter,” he says, “just read this and you’ll see.” “But you’ve made a mistake, for I am just Harry” But a wizard you are, “thumpin’ good one,” says he.
To Diagon Alley you go for a stop, To buy cauldrons and wands in a wizarding shop, It’s behind the Leaky Cauldron just a step and a hop, Til you’re fitted for school from the bottom to top.
You make friends and get dressed, the train slows to a crawl, Cross the lake, up the stairs and in to the Great Hall, You’re amazed at the magic, as you take it in all, You get sorted and seated near your friends, by the wall.
Through your classes you struggle and try to fit in, And you’re constantly told how you look like your kin, You can’t wait for you first Quidditch match to begin, But with all this adversity you still manage to win.
As if all of this wasn’t enough of a sport, Save the Sorcerer’s Stone with your best friends' support, Through the dungeons and challenges to try and to thwart, The most evilest of wizards known as Lord Voldemort.
It's so hard to believe from your eleventh birthday, You accomplished so much in a magical way, Who knows what in you future more challenges lay, “Let’s just hope Harry Potter’s there to save the day.”
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“They run off eckeltricity, do they? Ah yes, I can see the plugs. I collect plugs. And batteries. Got a very large collection of batteries. My wife thinks I’m mad, but there you are.”
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