O, little town of Godric’s Hollow, meek in valley low,
Content in dreams and safe, it seems, from murderers and foes.
Yet in thy dark streets shineth a green reptilian Mark:
The serpent tongue from emerald bone, a beacon in the dark.
The Dark Lord in his arrogance descended on the peace
To silence threats and hedge his bets ensuring supremacy.
And acting on the orders of half-heard prophecy,
He chose the one, the Potter’s son, his foretold enemy.
The door fell from its hinges when Voldemort burst through.
The fireplace reflects the face of child and parents two.
Before the shock could settle, a wand to ghostly hand.
The trio rose, the three he chose: defiant e’er to stand.
And first to fall the father whose lion’s pride would fail.
Prevailed before but nevermore, sees first beyond the veil.
Avada and Kedavra breathed his untimely fate.
And falling fast but not the last, a martyr of his hate.
From lifeless, stately patriarch with hazel eyes once keen
Flees forth the mother and the son with mirrored eyes so green.
On knees, she pled for mercy, her tears a streaming flood.
Defiant thrice, now sacrificed, a charm within her blood.
The babe, the son of Lily alone remained to slay,
But love, and innocence therein would spare his life that day.
The Dark Lord did attempt it, the curse that none could beat.
But ‘twas the vile and not the child that suffered great defeat.
This end is but beginning for this now orphaned son.
But for the Hollow, none will follow; its proud tale is done.
For those who sought its refuge, whose secrets were betrayed,
Though they are gone, the boy lives on. Revenge shall be repaid.
Oh Little Town of Godric's Hollow by wicked angel
Chapter Notes: This song was always one of my faves growing up. And reading the HP book (as I am constantly doing it seems), I get the same kind of quiet, mysterious, unassuming vibe about Godric's Hollow that "Oh Little Town" gives me about Bethlehem. Quite obviously, I hope, I do not mean to imply that our dear Harry is to be compared to Jesus...