There once was a young boy with a scar
Whose fame, he was told, had grown far
Both his near brush with doom
Then his skill with a broom
Were both destined to make him a star

He learned he had magical skill
As a babe, he'd survived a sure kill
Lost both mom and dad
Such a loss, very sad
So the Dursleys' broom closet he'd fill

Then on birthday eleven a start
When a giant man came to impart
Harry'd now come of age
To be trained as a mage
So to Hogwarts he would now soon depart

Amazed, he learned he was fiscally sound
A goblin run bank, underground?
Now supplies well in hand
Owl in cage and new wand
To a magical train he was bound

He arrived at the school for his kind
A more wonderous place he'd not find
Making both friends and foes
The sorting hat chose
And in Gryffindor house he aligned

Fame, Harry tried hard to evade
But like a bludger it wouldn't be swayed
So he just did his best
And ignored all the rest
In time two true mates joined his brigade

Some good years he spent learning in bliss
Never knowing that much was amiss
Then year four came along
And it all fell to wrong
Voldemort was back from the abyss

Dumbledore, great wizard and friend
Wise mentor to him till his end
Now without such a guide
But still with allies beside
To find Horcrux and Hallows he'll wend

Battle worn, weary, in pain
It at last became very plain
He'd been destined to die
And the hour was nigh
So alone, he allowed himself slain

His sacrifice, brave, did the trick
And his death, lucky fact, did not stick
He came back just in time
To thwart the Dark Lord's foul crime
Wands clashing, he won with a flick

The moral here, love conquers all
Without it the evil must fall
Snape did his part
In the end showed his heart
Against it, Voldemort's power was small

The story has now run its course
The wizarding world survived the dark force
Though some fell for the good
All in all, it withstood
Now both Muggle and Wiz love the source