|Twas The Night Of His Birthday
Author: WeepingAngel123 PM
My little parody of "Twas The Night Before Christmas". Set in chapters 3 and 4 of "Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone". 'Twas the night of his birthday, and inside the dark house...Rated: Fiction K - English - Parody/Poetry - Harry P. & Rubeus H. - Words: 670 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 3 - Published: 12-12-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5575583
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A/N: My own rendition/parody of "The Night Before Christmas" Harry Potter style. Ooh, this is also mah first Harry Potter fanfic. Even if it is a poem. XD
Disclaimer: The Night Before Christmas belongs to Mr Clement Clark Moore – who I take my hat off to... :P – and Harry Potter belongs to Her Awesomeness, J.K Rowling.
'Twas The Night Of His Birthday
'Twas the night of his birthday, and inside the dark house
A creature lay awake, but he was quiet as a mouse,
Harry was thinking and reflecting as he lay there,
That he'd be eleven soon, yet there'd be no-one to care.
The Dursleys were nestled all snug in their beds,
Whilst Harry lay shivering with not even bedspreads;
Uncle Vernon, determined, not showing any slack,
They'd bunked for the night in a miserable old shack.
When out on the rocks outside there arose such a clatter,
Harry sprang from the floor to see what was the matter.
Faster than ever, Vernon charged out like a bull,
A long rifle in hand, the trigger ready to pull…
There came a SMASH, a BOOM, then an almighty blow,
And suddenly down came the door, only to show,
What his widened eyes could not believe to be there,
But a giant of a man with frizzy black hair.
With his colourful umbrella, smoking with steam,
He knew in a moment that this must be a dream.
Frame bigger than any human's, he squeezed into the hut,
The door he fixed back into place, then gave a small tut;
"Now, Harry! Young Harry o' Lily and James!
Oh, Harry Potter, I must say, my, you've changed!
You were only a small baby when I saw you last,
Now, you're already eleven and growing up fast…"
But, Harry, just visiting is not the reason I came,
Y'see, I've come to find out who I should blame,
'Cos the letters from 'Ogwarts have not been replied,
Instead, just been ignored and simply chucked aside…"
His journey'd been long so he requested some tea,
But his request was rejected by Vernon's disagree.
He demanded Hagrid leave and raised his gun;
Hagrid let out a grunt, bent the gun and was done.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
From out of his pockets he pulled a squashed cake,
Which he then gave to Harry, whom gratefully did take.
His eyes - how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose red as a cherry!
But most of his face was hidden by his great beard,
Which was as black as coal and untamed it appeared.
The colourful umbrella that he held tight in his hands,
Was precious to him - the only magic he had;
He had a broad face and a large round belly,
That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was hefty and tall, a right feisty old elf,
And Harry smiled when he saw him, in spite of himself;
Just the wink of his eye and the twist of his head,
Soon gave Harry to know he had nothing to dread;
Discovering young Harry knew not even of wizard kind
Hagrid yelled at the Dursleys for raising Harry so blind.
And when great Vernon Dursley dared insult Dumbledore
With his umbrella, gave Dudley the tail of a boar.
Screams, shout, departures and explanations did arose,
But then came the time for Harry to fall into a doze.
But he heard Hagrid whisper, amidst the lack of light,
"Happy birthday to you, and to you a good-night."
A/N: Free triple chocolate chip cookies, radiators and yellow squeaky rubber ducks to all who review! (Concrit and flames are welcomed muchlies, btw!) Aww, come on, you know you want to! I'll even chuck in a free Hello Kitty figurine if you do so! ;D