Harry Potter, son of James
A scar on his head, a famous name
A baby survived, a life was lead
And suddenly pain burned through his head
Age eleven, innocent, small
Of witchcraft he knew nothing at all
Hagrid arrived, "Happy Birthday,"
And then he proceeded to take Harry away
Away to a school of wizards and fun
Where a life of magic and danger begun
He met Malfoy first, Ron by the train
With Hermione and Neville to Hogwarts they came
Mystery was waiting, behind a locked door
Off limits that it, warned Dumbledore
A three headed dog, ghosts and a secret
Hagrid made them promise that all three must keep it
Snape, he taught potions and the kids were suspicious
Minerva McGonnagal, she was the headmistress
Quirrel, he stuttered, and was sca-scared of som-something
Hagrid the gamekeeper, he seem to fear nothing
Flitwick was tiny, and he taught charms
Pomfrey cured students from life's little harms
Sprout taught herbology, Binns was a ghost
He taught them of goblins, and was found boring to most
Between dragons and Quiddich, the year past quick by
When up on his broomstick, Harry flew so high
But towards the end of the year the Stone grew more important
Then, to the headmaster an owl was sent
Snape was going to steal the Stone
Which, at that time, called Hogwarts its home
So the trio decided to go find it instead
But a good game of chess almost left Ron for dead
And Hermione went back after seeing Harry though
Where he again met the killer, called You-Know-Who
Quirrel, not Snape, waited with Voldemort
Spilling unicorns blood to use as life support
He needed the stone to return to his power
But Harry refused, he was brave, not a coward
He wouldn't give up, he fought tooth and nail
And in the end, as was expected, good did prevail
But the Dark Lord escaped, he rushed off and hid
Angrier than ever, at The Boy Who Lived