Raised by Gran
when they were lost.
A fearful lad,
I'd seen bravery's cost.
It took a toll,
that early life test.
With magical skills
I was hardly the best.
House Gryffindor?
There was numerous doubt.
Neither they nor I
could sort it out.
Most overlooked,
the Gryffindor fool.
Daffy as my toad
was the general rule.
But in Herbology
I'd find a place.
Only there and the dance
I showed some small grace.
Then something strange
occurred within.
Under burning hat
I felt my kin.
The lion rose
when I had need.
I'd take no more,
my bravery freed.
I'd drawn the line,
no backing down.
Longbottom at last,
no more the clown.
A true Gryffindor,
the sword was mine.
My death or not,
I won't resign.
The sword swung high.
The snake fell low.
The Dark Lord hissed
at the mighty blow.
The army surged
to my battle cry.
"Boy Who Lived" or not
we will not die!
The prophecy,
my fickle mate.
Spare to his heir,
I'd fulfill my fate.