Once a powerful dark wizard
Entered a house from the moonless night.
He cursed a little boy’s parents who died
Instantly in a flash of green light.
The sorcerer then pointed his wand
Toward the child who remained.
But all his powers were gone instead,
And shall they ever be regained.
It happened many years ago
When every heart had flamed.
All because of one wizard:
“He-who-must-not-be-named”.
Harry, the hero, the boy who lived,
Knew none of this at all.
For his uncle’s family that adopted him
Had built a preventive wall.
They lied to Harry about his parents’ deaths
And forced him to be their slave.
They made the cupboard his room and said
“Look at the space we’d save!”
All this ended when the moment came
On Harry’s lucky day.
Hagrid the giant had came along
To take him far away.
Into the magical world he went,
At Hogwarts he found his friends:
Ron the redhead and Hermione
Whose lecture never ends.
Along with them Harry studied magic,
What made chairs fly and tables crack.
Then they discovered a dangerous secret,
Something that could bring “You-know-who” back.
Together they fought the evil’s hand
With clever spells and bravery.
Righteousness won and we all know
Triumph is on the delivery.
Another year had gone away,
And what a year it has been!
But the story hadn’t finish yet,
For there’s more adventure you hadn’t seen…















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I've beeten the ownedness and now left this for a clean slate(plus my old account had suky art)
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A man said to the universe: "Sir I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation."
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"Es tan corto el amor
DON'T do
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A man said to the universe: "Sir I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation."
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I accept illustrations, model sheets, masks, sculptures and cosplay commissions!
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A man said to the universe: "Sir I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation."
You write nice
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Happiness Is The Best Medicine
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So When you Meet Some Poor Soul With Broken Ribs
Tickle Them
But still if it was a choise between writing a poem and eating liver (a food of which i hate) I'd think I'd have to take the liver...
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Amy: SONIKKU! U'RE PREGNANT!
sonic: WTF!?
Amy:You are
Sonic: I"m a guy, how the frekkin hell am I pregnant!?
Amy: don't be so sure about that sonic!
Sonic:WTF!?
amy: BYE! *walks away*
20 min l8r
Sonic: SHADOW!!
Shad: Wut?
Sonic:I'm pregnant!
Sahd: O.o
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