The boy who lived !

Long ago the ground had chinked,
Though quivering but never he blinked.
For his soul, his heart, his nerve his mind,
Was intrisic to the magical kind.
Harassed by a cousin and taunted by an aunt,
To which his cursed life could never say ' I can't '.
But one day had come, his fortune reached the interstellar,
His happiness more than a stolen goods seller.

A Goliath-like man of great bushy beard,
Stood before him like a monster very weird.
He was amazed to know he was a wizard,
The words didn't die and stayed in his gizzard.
He read his letter with atmost pleasure,
The jolt which could never be measured.
A stick, a hoot, a robe he bought,
All from the Gallians bequeathed from Gringotts.

A red haired boy and a sparkling-eyed girl,
With success and power bright like a pearl.
He knew he was famous and was being aimed,
By the one, the tyrant, one 'who must never be named'.
Born with great power and blessed by a mother,
He knew about his past one after another.
He was the youngest to win through the air on a broom,
Appreciated by all in the common room.
As he was up in the air, up and up he soar,
Stood gazing from his wondow, the strongest- Dumbledore.

His blood was extracted to build the great 'V',
His true friend Cedric could never bear this see.
He summoned the portkey and fell with a smack,
He weeped as he said- "Voldemort is back! ".

He borrowed some help and searched himself,
Till he found Dobby and Kreacher the elf.
Atlast he found the secret of his deluxe,
The ripping of Tom Riddle into seven Horcrux.
He knew now the question but worried for the answer,
But it was more difficult than plotting Tropic of Cancer.

Slowly but densely he began his destruction,
And in turn his parts were exposed to reduction.
Then emerged a battle of Glory and Death,
His friends chew their fingers in their warm breath.
"O The Chosen One has to die",
Cried the wizards with heads with fie.
A part of the 'v' was buried in him,
But the result made him grin.

He jumped and ran with his still groins,
Their wands releasing power and joined.
But in the end the magically black was slaughtered,
AND THE ONE WHO READS THIS, WILL BE HARRY POTTERED !!

-Rahul Kedia (RHS)