Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone: A Poem

There was a boy named Harry who found out he was magic,

But the story of this kid is quite tragic.

His parents were killed by he-who-must-not-be-named,

He saw this murder as some kind of a game.

But Harry survived much to his surprise,

The boy ended up with a lightning scar as a prize.

So he ended up living with his uncle and aunt,

Let's just say, they were awful to him (that's the end of that rant!).

But Harry was rescued one day to go to Hogwarts,

Where he would learn potions, transfiguration and all sorts.

Hagrid took Harry to the train,

Where getting to platform 9 3/4 was a real pain.

He then finally made it on,

And he met some friends, Hermione and Ron.

They were excited to get to school,

But they knew Draco Malfoy wouldn't follow any rule.

It was time to be sorted, Harry didn't want Slytherin,

He was afraid of what house he would end up being in.

The sorting hat shouted, "Gryffindor for you!"

He was in a house with Ron! And Hermione too!

Harry learned to play Quidditch, he loved to fly,

"Catch that snitch Harry!" the spectators would cry.

Snape was the teacher Harry hated most,

There was no chance in potions, he'd be able to coast.

Harry's first year at Hogwarts was one to never forget,

I'm not even finished telling this story yet.

The three friends encountered a three headed beast,

They played him some music, then his movements ceased.

They jumped through the trap door into devils snare,

Thankfully, Hermione's wisdom and smarts she was willing to share.

Then Ron had to play a game of live chess,

Harry had to admit, it was one of his best.

Harry moved on all alone,

He had to find the philosophers stone.

He was surprised to see Quirrell with Voldemort on the back of his head,

Who forced him to look in the mirror of Erised.

Harry found the stone, but to Quirrell he told a lie,

When he touched Quirrells face he let out a cry.

When he touched Quirrels skin he crumbled to the ground,

Voldemort emerged and swirled round and round.

Harry blacked out, and on his scar felt a sting,

When he woke up he was in the hospital wing.

Dumbledore told him he saved the day,

Though Voldemort is out there, and will return in some way.

Harry didn't want to return to Privet Drive,

He didn't know how he was going to survive.

He would remember his friends and the good time that he had,

He knew he'd be back, so he couldn't be sad.