THE PHILOSOPHERS STONE
Outside number four,
Three wizards meet.
In the dead of the night,
In the middle of the street.
A lamp clicks out,
A basket is placed,
A baby sleeps soundly,
A scar is his fate.
Eleven years later
The baby has grown,
A scrawny boy replaced him,
But the scar still shows.
The boy is special,
Yet nobody can tell
He can talk to snakes
Release them from their cell.
Letters keep chasing him,
Drives the Dursleys insane,
Retreat to an island,
But Hagrid still came.
Sat on Harry’s cake,
Gave Dudley a tail,
Tells all about Hogwarts,
And gives Harry his mail.
Fast-forward to the shopping spree,
Where Harry gets some cash,
Gets some robes, a cauldron,
Leaves his wand till last.
Ollivander is a creepy guy,
Harry tries out some spells,
Ollivander keeps saying “curious”
Until he is forced to tell.
“Your wand has a twin”,
But it gave you that scar,
“He killed your parents”,
They didn’t die in a car.
Platform 9 ¾
Is where he’s meant to go,
But when Harry gets there,
This platform doesn’t show.
Follows a ginger family
As they rush through a wall,
Bursts onto a new platform,
Hears the whistle call.
He jumps into a carriage
And the train pulls away
Heads towards Hogwarts,
His new place to stay.
In the train he makes some friends,
Hermione and Ron,
Neville bursts in,
Claiming his toad is gone.
Arriving at the school,
It’s time to know their house,
They put the sorting hat on,
Sit as quiet as a mouse.
Roll on the classes,
Learns Snape is one mean guy.
But Hermione is smart,
And makes her feather fly.
She's too smart for the boys,
And they start making fun,
Hermione overhears them,
And leaves at a run.
The feast is a party,
but Hermione doesn't show.
Quirrel shouts "TROLL!"

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