The mist in the garden hung low,
Three people stood by the door.
How can he betray them?
One of the Mauraders four.
A man held him off,
A woman ran with amber hair.
Listening to her husbands pain,
How can he split up the wonderful pair?
He was dead,
The murder coming near.
"How could this be happing?"
Asked the girl with a tear.
A man stood at the bedroom door,
Telling the woman her baby was going to die.
"Take me! Take me!" the mother begged.
So he killed her, that's no lie.
Now there was two,
The boy and the one with a false name.
The wizard pulled out a wand,
And the next was just as sad as rain.
Lightning
All there was lightning
Light
Green light
It hurt the boy
He screamed but no one heard
Next there was lightning
Right on his bare head
White hot light burnt his flesh
The older wizard
Almost dead, almost alive
He was almost gone when he stopped
and said the words
"You will die!"
It was quite
Nothing was heard
except
for a little, baby, boy
Crying for his mummy and daddy
The house was gone
and so were they
The baby heard a noise
It was a firecraker
He heard one before
Shot off by his Uncle Remus
This one was different
It appeared as a lightning bolt
And spelt three words
"He is gone"
And the little boy knew
He some how knew
He, Harry James Potter
Was the Boy who lived.