Harry Potter Book 2 Poem

The house no better than when he left
He feels abandoned and bereft
Their fear of him keep them at bay
They won’t let his bird fly away
Lack of correspondence fills him with dread
An elf’s warnings of danger ahead
Caged in his room, his dreams go far
His comrades rescue him in a flying car
A magical home, in which he will stay
A peacock with his notoriety will play
A scarlett bullet to bring him home
They miss it because of a solid tome
Flying, falling, a hitting tree
Almost banished from where he wants to be
A hidden Chamber taking life
Spreading mistrust and strife
A serpent speaker he has become
Thought to be the descendent of one
A petrified friend, a memory written
An eight-legged nightmare has almost bitten
For a past crime, a friend is taken
For the present he is again forsaken
A sister stolen to die in vain
So his enemy may live again
A giant serpent he must fight
Death for those who looks in its sight
A fiery bird with healing tears
Destroying a living book, allaying his fears
A mindless man, once their teacher
A fraudulant, conniving, greedy, creature
A sevant freed from his master’s pain
Promised never to save his life again

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