Once upon a moonlit night, not a cloud in starry sight,

A young boy named Harry, his heart full of fright,
Packed his bags, gave the owl a light pat,
For tomorrow he’d be on the train, Hogwarts was where it was at.

“Welcome, welcome one and all!\” boomed a voice, rich and deep,
A giant of a man, named Hagrid, who made little Harry peep,
\”All abroad the Hogwarts Express, it’s time we took our leap!\”
On the shiny scarlet steam engine, the excitement began to seep.

Click-clack went the train, on the tracks, over the plain,
Past fields of gold and hills engulfed by rain,
Inside the cozy cabin, Harry made a friend named Ron,
And as the sun began to set, they found they had a bond.

With every passing scenery framed in the window\’s glass,
The tale of Harry at Hogwarts had truly come to pass.
A castle tall and grand stood on a starlit peak;
Magic was in the atmosphere, whispering to each creek.

Over the lake, ‘neath the starry cloak so wide,
A fleet of boats bobbed gently side to side.
Harry and his newfound friends sailed into the night,
Their hearts filled with joy, eyes sparkling with delight.

Through the great oak doors, under the enchanted ceiling,
In a hall that shimmered under thousands of candles, revealing,
An old wizard named Dumbledore, wise and full of feeling,
\”Feast, little wizards, enjoy the meal that’s appealing.\”

Sorting hat sat patiently, under the grandest light,
Sorting young wizards with a warm and kind delight.
\”Gryffindor!\” it declared for Harry, quite clear and loud,
He joined his friends at the table, feeling ever so proud.

\”Here’s to Harry’s first evening,\” Ron began his cheer,
In halls filled with magic, new friendships so dear.
Despite all the excitement, yawns escaped, rather queer.
It’d been a long, eventful day; bedtime was near.

\”To your dorms and to your dreams,\” spoke Dumbledore, wise and old,
Underneath his half-moon spectacles, his eyes twinkled like gold.
Down the familiar corridors, Harry walked so slow,
Guided by the glow of his wand, a soft, comforting glow.

The giant four-poster bed, in Gryffindor tower so high,
A second home for Harry, under the star-spangled sky.
In his heart and in his bones, he knew without a doubt,
He was destined for great, magical things, of this, there was no scout.

\”The start of a wondrous journey,\” whispered Harry, his voice soft and light,
As he pulled his blankets close, readying for the night.
As the moon kissed the castle, a lullaby did it sing,
To Harry, the boy who lived, dreams of magic it did bring.

So close your eyes, little ones, and let the magic weave a tale,
Of a boy named Harry Potter, who let his dreams set sail,
Through enchanted halls, ‘neath starlit skies so pale,
In the magical world of Hogwarts, where courage would prevail.