Potter in Poetry, Part 2

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So fellow Mugwumps/wizards/witches/muggles...Here's more of my childish rhyming!!

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Dumbledore laid him on the doorstep

Of his only relatives found,

And left a letter explaining

How Harry was safe and sound.

He'd lived there for nearly eleven years

With no one but the Dursleys for company,

They treated him like scum,

Oh, his life was a tale of misery.

They told him his parents died in a car accident

Which left him with his scar,

But never a word about him being a wizard

Lest he tried to gain power.

He did strange things, yes, strange they were

Once, he found himself on the school chimney,

He made his hair grow when it was cut too short,

And set a zoo boa-constrictor free.

Then one day, a letter came for him

Which was snatched up by Vernon Dursley

His face changed color, he called his wife

To come and see.

He boarded up the letterbox

So that no letters could be left there,

But the letters came through every crack

And left Uncle Vernon in despair.

They left home and went to a hotel

Which was not too far away

But the letters followed; he took them to a shack

Which was anything but pleasant and gay.

That stormy night, Harry turned eleven

'Twas the 31st of July; and lo and behold

The door broke down, there stood Hagrid

Who told Harry all there was to be told.

The next morning, they went to London

Through the Leaky Cauldron, through a brick wall

Hagrid tapped some bricks, which moved

Leaving a gap for a man very tall.

They entered Diagon Alley, and went to Gringott's bank

Where from his vault, Harry took some money

Then to another vault they went,

Its emptiness struck Harry as funny.

From it, Hagrid took a little parcel,

Wrapped all neat and tight

He wouldn't tell him what it was

So he gave up; they entered daylight.

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