Harry slumbered in his cozy bedThe town around him filled with dread.The wizarding world had gone wildThat 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 groundSounds of mourning soon would sound.
Alas, the death was not meant to be:Due to his mother's love and chivalryHis life was spared but hers was goneShe lay on the floor like a helpless fawn.
The Dark Lord's magic had come undoneIn attempts to kill the Potters' only son.Upon his brow appeared a scarWhich would be known both near and far.
Hagrid arrived and gently lifted himAnd brought him to his next of kin.The Dursleys in their peaceful slumberDumbledore 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 returnAnd will be taught what he needs to learn.But for now he needs a normal lifeAway 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."
P/N: Thank you to my beta, Arnel.