Oh, by the way, in the rubbish haiku-like song a few chapters ago, replace Falcon for Eagle if you want to use it because I’ve lost the file and am too lazy to look for it… I’m not much of an ornithologist

This particular song was written for Heroine of the Valley’s “Heirs of the Founders”.

YOU MAY NOT BORROW THIS SONG; AS IT IS A COMISSION!

Disclaimer: I do not, nor claim to own Harry Potter.

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I’ve sorted many and a few,

Now’s the time that I sort you,

In colours red, ochre, green and blue.

Friendships old we may renew:

And begin again like ages past,

To fix what once was done, at last!

Think not of creed and not of caste,

When choosing friends to man the mast;

To stand the course and turn the tide,

Within the Houses where you reside,

As well as those you find beside.

Don’t let it be said that I haven’t tried…

A tale of caution if you may,

Unrelenting to this day:

Godric played the hero well,

But for a seer he could not tell,

The strife that Salazar’s flight befell,

These hallowed halls and wooded dell.

Bitter enemies they became,

Because of Godric’s quest for fame;

That was their eternal shame,

See their heirs don’t do the same!

Listen well and hear my call:

Unite your houses one and all,

Or this school shall surely fall,

Do not falter do not stall.

A monster in the chamber lies,

Now it’s time to bind the ties.

Rowena’s lot are very smart,

Learning is a work of art:

Now it’s time to play your part;

True wisdom comes from the heart.

With healer’s touch and eagle’s eye,

Don’t let this chance pass you by,

For House unity you must try:

Don’t let sleeping dragons lie!

What you need is not in books,

All you have to do is look;

Those in the past were mistook:

Salazar was not a crook.

Use your logic to dictate,

Each witch and ev’ry wizard’s fate.

Salazar the parseltongue,

He left behind what was begun;

A tale of love that was unsung,

Another fight that wasn’t won.

For his heir, there is still time,

But only if you heed this rhyme,

And into darkness do not climb;

Let loose the beast that’s in its prime:

And only death will follow,

Along with danger, pain and sorrow:

Unite today and not tomorrow!

There is a time to borrow,

Qualities from other Houses:

Are you men or are you mouses?

Helga was a friendly witch,

A gifted metamorphmagus.

She loved each one like her own,

And Hogwarts’ fate she would bemoan;

She left her mark upon the stone,

She did not do this task alone.

Helga wished to end the fight,

And for Hogwarts to unite;

To prevent our current plight:

In all this there is a light.

Know those within and those without,

The walls and bound’ries thrown out;

That is what I want to shout:

Unity’s what we’re about!

For those here that start today,

Listen while I have my say:

Let not others show the way,

Do as you will, not as they may.

The years above may listen still,

But to new minds I talk until,

My message wades across the swill,

That as before, they will instil;

Danger lurks around the bend,

As upon this course you wend.

Friends to make and to defend,

Upon House pride do not depend;

Each one must amalgamate,

Combine, join, associate!