Harry slumbered in his cozy bed
The town around him filled with dread.
The wizarding world had gone wild
That which was good had been defiled.
The Dark Lord's minions lay in wait:
For news of the child they'd come to hate.
His tiny corpse would hit the ground
Sounds of mourning soon would abound.
Alas, the death was not meant to be:
Due to his mother's love and chivalry
His life was spared but hers was gone
She lay on the floor like a helpless fawn.
The Dark Lord's magic had come undone
In attempts to kill the Potters' only son.
Upon his brow appeared a scar
Which would be known both near and far.
Hagrid arrived and gently lifted him
And brought him to his next of kin.
The Dursleys in their peaceful slumber
Dumbledore placed them his protection under.
"Petunia and Vernon, please do your best,
To honor for me my biggest request.
Take Harry in and give him meat,
Give him bread and a place to sleep."
"One day, when he's ready, he will return
And will be taught what he needs to learn.
But for now he needs a normal life
Away from wizarding's care and strife."
"His name will be spoken, near and far,
As will, of course, his lightning scar.
Our thoughts and thanks we now give,
To young Harry Potter, the boy who lived."
Sharon Hendricks
9/2/05