Flying over Godric's Hollow
Who knows what shall come tomorrow?
Is it a misery or sorrow?
What leaves tomorrow and what shall follow?
In the pocket of a humongous man
Is really where my journey began,
On the doorstep of the Dursleys
I lay resting in peace.
After a while,
I made bacon and eggs,
For two impressively fat pigs.
The next thing I know,
A snake lunges at me,
Somehow I have set it free.
I'm gone now
To someplace at sea,
That looks of doom and misery.
I carved into the sand with something rotten,
My birthday which all had forgotten.
Suddenly a sound shook the floor.
Someone yanked and broke the door.
A cake,
Not so well made,
But clearly someone's memory did not fade.
I was a wizard I knew then ,
When I was just past 10.
Off with luggage and an owl
Not a crow, not a fowl
I have two friends,
After defeating a troll.
Now, my scar calls.
Unicorn blood stains,
As to live someone tries in vain.
Ready to endure jarring pain,
From death to refrain.
Out of the turban He comes,
The callous, murderous, ruthless one.
He tries to take it,
But it doesn't arrive.
Someone like me must try.
He can harm me, so I thought,
But my mother was one of the clever lot.
Her spirit lies with me after death
For she protected me with her last breath
I lie in bed,
As my principal tells me,
About the fate that befell me.
And Lo! I win,
The small boy, who is thin.
