Potter Poetry #1, The story of Harry Potter written as one long poem Options

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Keep in mind this is my first attempt at the Ferret Pensieve, so please be kind if it doesn't come out the way I intended.

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A journey, Harry starts to take
With Hagrid by his side.
They soon reach "The Leaky Cauldron"
Where wizards all abide.

Proffesor Quirrell stutters much
A strange impression made.
What lies beneath that large turban,
An odder, purple shade.

And at the back, there rests a room
And solid wall of brick.
It opens to reveal a street
Containing such magic!

The shops are filled with people
And the windows filled with dreams.
Broomwstick, wands, and magic books
Tempt passerby with gleams.

At Olivands, the boy will wait
As Hagrid runs some "errands".
He walks on in, he tests out wands
But none are good in his hands.

Nonetheless, there comes a wand
That's different from the rest.
It turns out to be perfect
It turns out to be best.

And it's curious that this wand,
To Harry it belongs,
Is brother of the killer's
Of those for which he longs.

Later, when they're eating
With a new owl too,
Harry hears some history
That is all too true.

A wizard Voldemort,
He-who-must-not-be-named,
Murdered Harry's parents
But left a boy that's famed.

Harry caused reversal
Of Voldemort's dark spell.
Today he might still be
Alive but not that well.

A spirit of some sort.
Neither alive nor dead.
Struggling to survive.
Uses others instead.

Harry's scar is a marking
Of that day when "he" died.
One day he might return,
Right now he needs to hide.

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The duo reach the train station
A ticket's strange address
Points Harry in direction
Of nothing he can guess.

Platform 9 and 3 Quarters
Really can't exist.
But Hagrid has left him.
He stands in confused mist.

A ray of hope soon shines down
As his eye meets a group,
(he later learns) The Weasleys,
And joins their little troup.

He learns how to get inside,
By running through a wall.
And boarding the train all alone
He wanders through it's hall.

He takes a seat and waits.
As the train begins to move.
He can feel the wheels turning
Inside all their groves.

The Hogwarts Express begins
It's long journey of sorts.
The boy is set, the train is gone
Next stop, is Hogwarts!