Battle For Hogwarts
'Harry Potter!' Dobby cried,
Harry jumped and then he sighed.
'Go back, Dobby!' Harry said,
Dobby the House Elf shook his head.
'Oh no, Harry Potter, sir,' said the elf,
'Let me go, instead of yourself.'
Harry shrugged, tired but resigned,
Couldn't leave the elf behind.
He'd come too far to turn back now,
He had to finish, just didn't know how.
With Dobby's help they might just win,
To foil the bad wizards yet again.
Harry had seen Malfoy take his turn,
At cursing Death Eaters so they'd burn.
He wondered at the change of heart,
Malfoy'd been schooled in Dark Art.
When Ron had fallen by the side,
Harry knew he couldn't hide.
With angry tears he watched others fall,
Suddenly feeling twelve feet tall.
'Stupefy!' Harry hurled the curse,
Wondering if it could get much worse.
Hermione ducked as she cast a spell,
Nearby Death Eaters suddenly fell.
Dumbledore swooped down in fury,
Acting as both Judge and jury.
His eyes put forth a blinding light,
And watchers wondered at the sight.
Soon the grounds got eerily quiet,
No more sounds of the deadly riot.
Lingering moans from all around,
Came from those lying on the ground.
Harry's eyes turned to Dumbledore,
They'd been in this same fix before.
For now their battle had been won,
But knew the fight was far from done.
Hermione gasped and then cried out,
Ron was on his feet, no doubt!
'Sorry, Harry,' he softly mumbled,
As he took a step, then stumbled.
Harry grabbed him as he fell,
And cursed the Death Eaters all to Hell.
Ron grinned up at him, with a wink,
'Pomfrey'll fix me, quick as a blink.'
Laughing sadly, Harry smiled,
He knew this fight had been very mild.
Dumbledore met his weary gaze,
Then looked at the sunset's firey blaze.
'Let's get Mr. Weasley back to the castle,
Patching him up will be no hassle.'
Dumbledore said with eyes still glowing,
Knowing the Dark ranks would be growing.
They made their way back to Hogwarts' halls,
Where they felt safe within its walls.
A feast was set and everyone shouted,
They'd see Voldemort soon, no one doubted.
Life went on as best they knew,
They mourned the lost of just a few.
Training would intensify, that's for sure,
They didn't know where the Death Eaters were.
Harry saw Malfoy approach then wait,
And wondered what would be their fate.
He reached out a hand with a tentative grin,
When Malfoy took it, Harry knew they'd win.
If a truce could be called between these two,
Perhaps the good side could get its due.
Ron and Hermione joined them to seal the deal,
Harry woke suddenly – could it all have been real?
He sat up in his four-poster bed,
His hope from the battle, turned into dread.
He knew he'd go down to breakfast soon,
And Malfoy'd still just be a goon.
His hopes for peace and quiet gone,
He turned to the other bed to wake up Ron.
'I had the strangest dream just now,'
Malfoy'd changed, I don't know how.'
'It wasn't a dream, Mate,' Ron answered back,
'I think Dumbledore set him on the right track.'
The two best friends went to the Great Hall,
And found the best surprise of all.
The Daily Prophet proclaimed the tale,
The Death Eaters now were doomed to fail.
Snape and Malfoy had joined their might,
And now were working for the Light.
They'd seen the error of their ways,
And sought to prove it till the end of their days.
Dumbledore welcomed them arms open wide,
'Glad to have you on our side.'
The Hall erupted in laughter and cheers,
'I think this deserves some butterbeers!'
Dumbledore's wand gave a gentle flick,
And everyone had bottles, just that quick.
'To everyone who fought and lost,
To all the rest, remember what it cost.
We'll go from here and win the war,
Until Voldemort lives no more!'
Prologue
from the soundtrack of
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
by John Williams
© 2004 Nita G Isenhour
(All rights reserved) This poem was written for the Form Over Substance challenge,
hosted by Bronze Dragon. This week’s form is the:
Narrative Poem
Narrative poetry is simply a poem that tells a story. This form
of writing contains all the elements of a good story with
clearly definable characters, a plotline, etc., but it does so
with all the elements of good poetry, such as attention to
rhyme, rhythm, and phonics. Narrative poetry contains a section
of rising action, a climax, and a resolution just as would a
story. Some examples of narrative poetry are the epic and the
ballad, but it is not limited to those forms alone, or to any
given form, so long as the content makes for a good story!
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