Harry Potter

In a world of magic, where dreams take flight,

There lived a boy with a lightning scar so bright.

Harry Potter, the chosen one, destiny's hand,

Guided by courage, across enchanted lands.

In a cupboard beneath the stairs, he dwelled,

Unaware of the tales that destiny spelt.

But on his eleventh birthday, a letter came,

Inviting him to a world not quite the same.

Hogwarts, a castle of wonder and lore,

Where spells and potions held secrets galore.

With Ron and Hermione, by his side,

Through trials and triumphs, they'd abide.

Facing dragons, dark lords, and fears untold,

Harry stood firm, his spirit bold.

With bravery attached in every scar, 

He battled darkness, shining like a star.

From the Chamber of Secrets to the Goblet's blaze,

He fought for love in countless ways.

For love, the strongest magic of all,

Could triumph over darkness's thrall.

In the end, it was not power or might,

But the bonds of friendship, burned bright.

Harry Potter, the boy who lived,

In our hearts, his magic thrived.

So let us raise our wands on high,

To the hero who touched the sky.

In the pages of his epic tale,

The magic of Harry Potter shall never pale.