Copyright 2005, 2006 by Murasaki
To the tune of At the End of the Day
Trouble is brewing at the Ministry.
MINISTRY WORKERS:
All throughout his term he's done nothing but bumble -
And that's all you can say for our Minister Fudge.
Now we're fighting in a war,
With a crash our fine peace has ended.
We'd all just been standing about
While the Dark Lord
In secret ascended!
All throughout his term his orders he's mumbled,
And we followed them only to earn our own bread.
We're only safe here, we know
Because Dumbledore checks in on us,
We trust him much more so -
He's right in the head -
But it irks dear Cornelius.
All throughout his term we'd had peace and safety,
Safety provided by others, not so by he:
They break into a chorus.
MALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
Like Albus Dumbledore,
FEMALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
Dumbledore,
MALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
And the little Boy Who Lived,
FEMALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
The Boy Who Lived,
MALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
And the Aurors in the Order,
FEMALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
In the Order,
MALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
Whose countless lives they did give
FEMALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
Lives did give!
MINISTRY WORKERS (in unison):
It's them who stood so firm
All throughout his term!
RUFUS SCRIMGEOUR:
All throughout his term we've weighed up his progress,
But do all the benefits trump all the flaws?
NYMPHADORA TONKS (shrugging):
After all, we had some peace -
ARTHUR WEASLEY/KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT:
But the Minister wasn't the cause.
But he organized our jobs -
DOLORES UMBRIDGE (thinking of her Educational Decrees):
And some great laws!
ARTHUR WEASLEY/KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT/NYMPHADORA TONKS:
But does that make him worth keeping?
NYMPHADORA TONKS:
Did you hear how Amelia was murdered at home?
She put up a good fight, I heard them say.
ARTHUR WEASLEY:
Did you read how the Muggles discovered her bones -
KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT:
They're still fixing up memories even today!
MINISTRY WORKERS:
All throughout his term he's been lax on our secrets,
And the Muggles of course almost always catch on.
MALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
First it's Sirius, then his cousin,
FEMALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
Sirius's cousin,
MALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
And her dark friends from Azkaban,
FEMALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
From Azkaban,
MALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
Murders in the dozens,
FEMALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
Murdered dozens
MALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
And a hurricane coming on land -
FEMALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
Through the land.
MINISTRY WORKERS:
Oh, Fudge must really squirm!
All throughout his term!
Meanwhile, Cornelius Fudge breaks the news to the Prime Minister.
MUGGLE PRIME MINISTER:
And what have we here, my dear other Minister?
He sighs, knowing the news cannot be good, and mocks Fudge's previous visits.
Come on now sir, let's have all the news.
"It's my fault,
There's a madman now loose,
And the bad wizard's back,
Put it on national news."
CORNELIUS FUDGE (fiddling with his hat):
You know the bridge that got broke down?
You know those murders in the news?
They were our lot, not what you said.
I've come back to you to tell
That was no hurricane, you see;
The murders were by wizard spell.
I've got a squad to sort it out
But please be as patient as you can -
Our adversary's more than man.
MUGGLE PM:
All throughout my term I've been blighting by your flaws!
People think it was me when it really was you.
I've got opponents in my race,
And these problems now sure don't help me;
I'd prefer to save my face,
But what can I do?
So what is the verdict?
FUDGE:
Yes, it's true I've fouled up
But we're going to fix it.
After all, we did find that man Sirius Black.
Okay, so he turned out not guilty,
And ended up dead,
But that fixes that!
He leaves, returning to the Ministry, where he is met with distaste.
MINISTRY WORKERS:
All throughout his term he's let on to the Muggles,
And when Muggles catch on there's no peace for us!
MALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
While we're trying to modify memories,
FEMALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
Modifying memories,
MALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
He goes off to the Muggle news crew!
FEMALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
Muggle news crews,
MALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
If he were out of here,
FEMALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
Out of here,
MALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
We'd have a lot less to do,
FEMALE MINISTRY MEMBERS:
With less to do!
MINISTRY WORKERS:
Ordered by this bumbling worm,
All throughout his term!
RUFUS SCRIMGEOUR:
We all can see you've let us slip,
We all can see you're losing touch,
We all can see you're failing fast now.
Ah, yes, our dear old Minister,
Though once in peace we all were,
You now have caused, as we can see,
The quick rising of the enemy.
If we want another peacetime won,
We must replace the position.
ARTHUR WEASLEY:
We've got no more time
To follow this trend.
MINISTRY WORKERS:
He'll be nothing but trouble again and again!
KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT:
You must sack him today!
MINISTRY WORKERS:
Sack the man today!
RUFUS SCRIMGEOUR (pointing Fudge to the door):
Minister! On your way!
Dark Lord
To the tune of Look Down
The Death Eaters grow excited at their power, impatiently planning.
DEATH EATERS:
Draco Malfoy has been initiated into the Death Eaters.
DRACO:
I go to school, but my society's
DEATH EATERS:
Narcissa Malfoy walks in on her sister teaching her son Occulmency.
NARCISSA:
BELLATRIX:
NARCISSA:
BELLATRIX (reluctantly, to Draco):
DEATH EATERS:
Even the Death Eaters in Azkaban can feel what's going on.
LUCIUS MALFOY:
RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE:
DEATH EATERS:
DRACO MALFOY:
DEATH EATERS:
At Spinner's End, an unexpected Death Eater makes his own plans.
WORMTAIL:
SEVERUS SNAPE:
DEATH EATERS:
Interrogation
To the tune of Confrontation
A skeptical Bellatrix Lestrange and a desperate Narcissa Malfoy comes face to
face with Severus Snape at Spinner's End.
SEVERUS (greeting the two sisters with varying degrees of delight):
NARCISSA (quickly):
SEVERUS:
BELLATRIX (beneath Severus):
SEVERUS (over Bellatrix):
Bellatrix is reluctantly satisfied. Narcissa seizes her opportunity.
NARCISSA:
SEVERUS (bitterly):
NARCISSA:
SEVERUS:
NARCISSA:
BELLATRIX/NARCISSA:
Vow to Me: Snape's Unbreakable Vow
To the tune of Come To Me: Fantine's Death
Narcissa Malfoy kneels on the floor before Severus Snape, preparing to make
the Unbreakable Vow.
NARCISSA (soothing her still-angry sister):
Vow to me that you will help my Draco
Hurry, now; in you I place my full trust!
SEVERUS:
NARCISSA (passionately):
SEVERUS:
NARCISSA (more placid):
SEVERUS:
NARCISSA:
SEVERUS:
NARCISSA:
SEVERUS (humoring her):
Bellatrix places her wand over the linked hands of the two.
NARCISSA:
SEVERUS: So I will vow to you.
One band appears on their intertwined wrists.
NARCISSA:
SEVERUS:
Another band coils itself about the other.
NARCISSA:
Severus hesitates, but finally agrees. The final band appears, sealing the
deal.
My Scar
To the tune of Stars
Harry Potter gazes out into the mist from his bedroom window at the Dursleys,
reflecting on how much there is still yet to do.
HARRY:
He operates in the dark,
My scar, that link between us,
He knew the day I was born,
And so it has been, and so predicted,
Oh, let me find him,
The Dursley Waltz of Negligence
To the tune of The Thenardier Waltz of Treachery
Dumbledore gives the Dursleys a piece of his mind in their living
room before he leaves with Harry. The Dursleys speak what they
obviously have felt the entire time.
VERNON:
Petunia's sis, gone to rest!
DUMBLEDORE:
PETUNIA:
They are shocked to hear the extent of Harry's non-blood relations.
PETUNIA/VERNON:
DUMBLEDORE:
I do loathe one more time -
An Heir Who is Not Pureblood
To the tune of Empty Chairs at Empty Tables
At the vacated 12 Grimmald Place, Phineas Nigellus reflects on the unhappy inheritance.
PHINEAS NIGELLUS:
Here the Order fought the Dark Arts;
At the table by the fire,
Oh Kreacher, we forgive you;
He calls out to the other non-inhabitants of 12 Grimmauld Place.
Ghostly portraits down the dark halls,
Oh, Noble House of Black!
Famous Students
To the tune of Lovely Ladies
Horace Slughorn sits in the train compartment with his hand-chosen Slug Club
for their first little luncheon.
SLUGHORN:
THE SLUG CLUB:
Slughorn sidles up to Marcus Belby.
SLUGHORN:
MARCUS (forcedly, with his airpipe clogged):
SLUGHORN:
MARCUS:
Seeing no pursuit here, Slughorn turns to Cormac McLaggen.
SLUGHORN:
CORMAC:
SLUGHORN:
CORMAC:
SLUGHORN:
THE SLUG CLUB:
SLUGHORN:
THE SLUG CLUB:
Slughorn rounds on Blaise Zabini.
SLUGHORN:
Slughorn turns to Neville, who sees it now coming.
NEVILLE:
SLUGHORN:
NEVILLE:
SLUGHORN:
NEVILLE
Finally, the rounds come to Harry.
SLUGHORN:
THE SLUG CLUB (under Slughorn):
HARRY (aside to Ginny):
GINNY:
BLAISE (coughing):
GINNY:
SLUGHORN:
Ginny raises her wand, but not to show off so much as to threaten.
That's right, deary, it's your skills I want.
THE SLUG CLUB:
The Slug Club files out of the compartment, rather relieved.
Famous students
Draco Malfoy accosts Blaise as he returns to his compartment.
DRACO (bitterly):
He seizes his forearm defensively.
Can't he see I'm worth more
Do You Hear the Wizards Chant?
To the tune of Do You Hear the People Sing?
The Order continues their work.
ALASTOR MOODY:
REMUS LUPIN:
NYMPHADORA TONKS (rather lethargically)
THE ORDER:
KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT:
BILL WEASLEY:
MOLLY WEASLEY:
THE ORDER:
In His Life
To the tune of In My Life
Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore discuss the importance of Tom Riddle's life
story as Dumbledore begins to give Harry lessons through the Pensieve.
HARRY:
In his life,
If one is alive,
In his life-
DUMBLEDORE:
HARRY:
In his life-
DUMBLEDORE (motioning to the Pensieve):
HARRY:
DUMBLEDORE:
HARRY (saying aloud what he never speaks but Dumbledore can see):
Dumbledore,
DUMBLEDORE (to himself):
HARRY (over Dumbledore):
DUMBLEDORE (under Harry):
HARRY:
DUMBLEDORE:
Satisfied with Harry's maturity, Dumbledore shows him the first memory in the
Pensieve . . .
Heirs of Slytherin
To the tune of Master of the House
Marvolo Gaunt begrudgingly greets Ogden into his home.
MARVOLO:
I'm sorry my son
In the house of Gaunt,
Heirs of Slytherin,
So maybe we're inbred;
He waves his ring in Ogden's face.
And a trinket or more.
He drags Merope over to Ogden by her necklace. She chokes but does
not protest.
Just guess the value now, of this one:
He releases her, and she scurries back to her corner by the window.
Heirs of Slytherin;
So you say my son attacked
Purebloods always hate the Muggles;
MARVOLO/MORFIN (together, in Parseltongue):
MARVOLO:
So, tell me, Ogden,
I know you've ensured
No one tests my son
He raises his wand threateningly, to illustrate.
We will take you down,
Perhaps you note that we
Morfin holds the adder in his hands, grinning.
The Ministry is less than welcome.
Don't you know to whom you speak?
"Morfin broke a law;
It's illegal to hex a Muggle--
MARVOLO/MORFIN (in Parseltongue):
Marvolo refuses to allow his son turned in to the Ministry
authorities.
MARVOLO:
From the corner, Merope sadly watches Tom Riddle and Cecilia out of
the window.
MEROPE:
Morfin notices, and soon Marvolo is confronting Merope about her
business with Tom Riddle. Odgen struggles with himself for a moment.
OGDEN:
Their blood is inbred-pure,
He is horrified at Marvolo's treatment of Merope .
What a cruel trick of nature--
Marvolo takes Merope by the throat, shouting at her.
MARVOLO/MORFIN:
Ogden gets to his feet.
OGDEN:
MARVOLO/MORFIN:
OGDEN:
MARVOLO/MORFIN:
OGDEN:
Ogden raises his wand, and Marvolo is flung from Merope.
MARVOLO/MORFIN:
MEROPE (rubbing her neck, gasping for breath, and scampering away
from the others):
OGDEN (running out into Tom Riddle's horse):
MARVOLO/MORFIN (brandishing wands and knives after him):
Our Love Was Brewed
To the tune of I Dreamed a Dream
Dumbledore relates to Harry the rest of Merope Riddle's story so he can visualize it. After the birth of her son, Merope holds him and mourns the
loss of her love and her life dreams.
MEROPE:
There was a time when love was a game,
There was a time-
Our love was brewed in different time,
I was so young and dreamed of more;
I spent a year his loving mate;
And still I dreamed he'd come to me
Our love was brewed; my dreams were spent-
Merope begins to fade, knowing her death is imminent.
And now I drain the dream I brewed.
Dog Steals from Dog
To the tune of Dog Eat Dog
Mundungus Fletcher, his sack full of goods nicked from 12 Grimmauld Place,
does his business in Hogsmeade.
MUNDUNGUS:
Well, someone ought to use them all, my friends!
There's a shiny ring,
Well, someone ought to use them all, my friends!
It's a world where dogs steal from the dog;
. . . until, that is, he runs into Harry Potter and is forced to Apparate
away.
That Tom
To the tune of Overture: Look Down/Work Song
In the Penseive yet again, Harry watches as Dumbledore first meets
Tom Riddle.
Dumbledore arrives at the orphanage where Tom Riddle is staying at
age 11. He passes through the halls, watching the children.
ORPHANS:
BILLY STUBBS:
ORPHANS:
DENNIS BISHOP (shaking, yet unrecovered from the incident):
ORPHANS:
AMY BENSON (shaking as well):
ORPHANS:
BOY ORPHAN:
ORPHANS:
MRS. COLE:
ORPHANS:
They watch as Dumbledore goes into Mrs. Cole's office. After the
brief gin-happy interview, Mrs. Cole leads Dumbledore to young Tom
Riddle.
MRS. COLE:
She motions into Tom's room, where he sits on his bed, reading.
DUMBLEDORE
TOM:
DUMBLEDORE:
TOM:
Dumbledore sets the bureau on fire.
DUMBLEDORE (watching Tom's horror with delight):
TOM:
DUMBLEDORE:
TOM (still enchanted by his own powers):
DUMBLEDORE:
TOM:
Tom smirks as Dumbledore exits, trusting him, as he does so well.
TOM:
Young Death Eaters
To the tune of Little People
Outside Slughorn's Christmas party, Harry Potter overhears Severus Snape accosting Draco Malfoy over the desperation brought upon by
Draco's failure to act on his plans.
SEVERUS:
You ought to be warned the Dark Lord won't forgive-
DRACO:
SEVERUS:
DRACO:
--And young Death Eaters now,
Draco storms off confidently, much less confident than he truly
feels.
Talk With Me
to the tune of Drink With Me
Christmas at the Weasley residence is decidedly melancholy, even as
Celestina Warbeck croons on in the background.
MOLLY:
ARTHUR (aside to the others, listening with less than enthusiasm):
MOLLY (dreamily):
ARTHUR/MOLLY:
Remus Lupin stares pensively into the fire.
REMUS:
Still, cheerfulness is attempted in the conversations.
ARTHUR/MOLLY/REMUS:
THE CHILDREN:
ARTHUR/MOLLY/REMUS:
THE CHILDREN:
ARTHUR/MOLLY/REMUS:
THE CHILDREN:
ARTHUR/MOLLY/REMUS:
THE CHILDREN:
ARTHUR/MOLLY/REMUS:
THE CHILDREN:
ARTHUR/MOLLY/REMUS:
THE CHILDREN:
Molly points out the absence of one of their favorite members to
Remus.
MOLLY (pointedly to Remus):
REMUS:
ARTHUR (passing out the eggnog nighcap):
As everyone else passes on their way up to bed.
REMUS:
My Dear Boy Won-Won
To the tune of A Heart Full of Love
Ron Weasley and Lavender Brown carry on in the Gryffindor Common
Room (and apologies to anyone who actually LIKED the Ron/Lavender
romance . . . ).
RON:
They make out. After several minutes of this, Lavender finally says
something.
LAVENDER:
RON:
LAVENDER:
RON:
LAVENDER:
RON:
LAVENDER (suggesting they add a little more interest to it):
They do. Finally, Ron says something.
RON:
LAVENDER:
RON:
LAVENDER:
RON:
LAVENDER:
She breaks away from Ron's embrace to glare at Hermione, who is
standing off, rolling her eyes and pretending not to be watching.
HERMIONE (underneath Ron and Lavender):
RON:
LAVENDER:
RON:
LAVENDER:
RON:
LAVENDER:
LAVENDER/RON:
Red and Gold: The Gryffindor Quidditch Team
To the tune of Red and Black: The ABC Cafe
The Quidditch team readies itself for its match against Hufflepuff,
but Harry is elsewhere, in more ways than one.
COOTE:
PEAKES:
MCLAGGEN:
GINNY (speaking up for Harry):
MCLAGGEN:
Harry dashes in, having just chased after Draco Malfoy, who is
skulking the castle with his two "girlfriends."
Harry, you're late.
KATIE BELL:
RON (handing him his things):
HARRY (stuck on Ginny):
MCLAGGEN:
As Harry is incapacitated, Ginny takes on Harry's role (which he
minds less when she does than McLaggen), inspiring them to seek the
metaphor their Quidditch games may someday play as their role in the
wizarding world.
GINNY:
Red-- courageous Gryffindor!
HARRY:
GINNY:
HARRY:
GINNY:
HARRY:
THE QUIDDITCH TEAM:
HARRY:
THE QUIDDITCH TEAM:
HARRY:
Ron is picking up on the subtle hints, whether Harry thinks he is or
not.
RON:
THE GRYFFINDOR QUIDDITCH TEAM:
Harry gets his act together and the team gets ready to go.
HARRY:
MCLAGGEN:
RON:
GINNY:
KATIE:
MCLAGGEN (trying to shout out his own orders):
COOTES:
MCLAGGEN:
RON:
MCLAGGEN:
GINNY:
MCLAGGEN:
Hepzibah Visited/Hepzibah Murdered
To the tune of Valjean Arrested/Valjean Forgiven
In the Pensieve: Dumbledore relays to Harry the true events of the modified memory of Hokey. Tom Riddle does his business with Hepzibah Smith,
who offers to show him a little something more, knowing his interests.
HEPZIBAH:
HOKEY (dashing off to gather what her mistress has in mind):
HEPZIBAH (winking):
HOKEY (returning with the box with the Hufflepuff goblet):
Hepzibah hands Tom the goblet, which he admires greedily.
HEPZIBAH:
HOKEY (handing up the box with Slytherin's locket):
Hepzibah hands Tom the locket, which he is deeply enamored of, his face drastically changing.
HEPZIBAH:
TOM:
Tom gives back the locket and regains his composure.
Surely they cost you a fortune;
He grins to himself, plotting.
But soon enough you will pay also
He bids the two farewell.
So, my dear, I must be going;
Two days later, Tom stands over the murdered Hepzibah before the memory-modified Hokey.
Don't remember this, poor Hokey;
Who Am I?
To the tune of the same name
In the Pensieve: Dumbledore relates to Harry the completeness of
Lord Voldemort's transformation as he comes to take a teaching
position at Hogwarts.
LORD VOLDEMORT:
He won't give me this job,
As the boy Tom, I would have won.
I am the master of the great Death Eaters;
As the boy Tom, I would have won.
Who am I?
Who am I? Who am I?
Albus, you can clearly see-
Who am I?
A Room That No One Knows
To the tune of Castle on a Cloud
Disguised as a little girl, Gregory Goyle stands watch with his scales
outside the Room of Requirement.
GOYLE:
There is a potion I must down,
Often I hold some large brass scales;
Often I simply want to hurl,
Attack on the Room of Requirement
To the tune of Attack on the Rue Plumet
Harry Potter tries to figure out how to break into where he suspects Draco
Malfoy has been working all along.
HARRY:
One year ago
RON:
HARRY:
Hermione sees Goyle, disguised as a tiny first-year girl holding a pair of
heavy brass scales.
HERMIONE:
RON:
HERMIONE:
As Harry remains frustrated, Hermione mends the little girl's scales.
HARRY:
GOYLE:
HARRY:
RON:
HERMIONE:
HARRY:
GOYLE (aside)
RON:
HERMIONE (rolling her eyes):
RON (glaring at her):
GOYLE:
He drops the scales, with make a magnificent crash.
HARRY:
Harry, Ron, and Hermione flee.
DRACO (panicking but now assured within the Room of Requirement):
I won't come out;
My Mark Burns
To the tune of On My Own
Draco Malfoy feels a breakdown coming on.
DRACO:
And when I work away from sight
He dashes into the bathroom, where a sympathetic Moaning Myrtle
watches as he cries into the sink.
My Marks burns;
Through a cabinet,
In a room
Though Snape scolds
As comforting as this is, Draco knows it is not that easy.
But I know
And although
A Death Eater-
I break down,
A Death Eater,
It's vengeance;
He tries to recover, wiping the tears from his eyes.
I'll fail him.
. . . and Harry Potter walks in.
Soliloquy: What Have I Done?
To the tune of the same name
Harry Potter panics after realizing his capability for Dark power after
attacking Draco Malfoy.
HARRY:
There should have been another way;
How did I allow this Potions book
The Half-Blood Prince was very clear:
He considers that he is slightly in the right; after all, it was out of defense.
"Take an eye for an eye"
Severus Snape walks in.
I'm caught by Snape and now I must
He can see the Prince's book;
Harry seizes the chance to hide the incriminating evidence in the Room of
Requirement.
I have hid it in the room
I must forget of this old book,
Every Day, Quidditch
To the tune of Every Day
Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter enjoy their brief happy month of a
true teenage relationship, but both of them know, deep down, that it
cannot last.
GINNY:
HARRY:
GINNY:
Every day,
My brother "Won-Won"
HARRY:
GINNY:
RON (under Harry and Ginny):
HARRY:
GINNY:
RON:
HARRY:
RON:
GINNY (laughing at Harry's word choice):
RON:
GINNY/HARRY:
RON:
To the tune of A Little Fall of Rain
In the cave, Albus Dumbledore gives Harry Potter the instructions
for getting the Horcrux out of the enchantments.
DUMBLEDORE:
Harry helps Dumbledore drink. He begins to fight it.
HARRY:
He forces more into Dumbledore's mouth.
HARRY (to himself, afraid):
DUMBLEDORE:
HARRY (still pleading):
DUMBLEDORE:
It is to me a poison, this I drink.
HARRY (under Dumbledore):
DUMBLEDORE (over Harry):
HARRY:
DUMBLEDORE:
The locket is finally revealed at the bottom of the emptied potion.
DUMBLEDORE:
HARRY:
DUMBLEDORE/HARRY:
Dumbledore passes out.
HARRY:
Take Our Side
To the tune of Bring Him Home
Draco Malfoy stands before the disarmed Albus Dumbledore, who
understands his position and pleads nobly for the boy to join his
side.
DUMBLEDORE:
Take our side.
I can hide you from your fear;
Choose our path,
We will take
Take our side.
Draco lowers his wand ever so slightly. Yet in storm the Death
Eaters.
Soliloquy: Severus's Homicide
To the tune of Soliloquy: Javert's Suicide
Severus Snape dashes upstairs to where Draco Malfoy stands
hesitating to kill Albus Dumbledore.
SEVERUS:
Damned now I am, by the vow to his mum.
Let's just pretend for a moment that maybe he had some regret.
How can I now murder this man,
The regret is short-lived, apparently.
And now that choice will do him in.
His trust will fly apart;
And they will all begin to doubt,
I am a traitor, not a friend,
He watches Draco struggle for a moment, disgusting with his boyish
weakness coupled with Dumbledore's persuasive power over him.
He is trying, but he fails;
He shoves Draco aside and moves, wand out, towards Dumbledore, who
pleads to him.
I'll betray now this old man,
Dumbledore's body is lifted and falls over the rampart. Severus
seizes Draco and immediately flees with him, leaving Harry stunned
and horrified.
Dumbledore's Death
To the tune of The Finale: Jean Valjean's Death
In a Victor Hugo-style world, everyone has one last chance for a
dying soliloquy- even those struck dead immediately by the Avada
Kedavra curse. What Dumbledore would say had he the chance in the
milliseconds before being thrown from the rampart by his death
curse:
DUMBLEDORE (to Harry):
HARRY:
DUMBLEDORE:
One year ago,
Those that Harry have loved and lost- his parents and godfather
Sirius- appear to come beside Dumbledore, reiterating what he has
said.
LILY:
JAMES:
JAMES/LILY/SIRIUS (in harmony):
DUMBLEDORE/JAMES/LILY/SIRIUS:
Dumbledore slips away. Harry is now released from the charm
completely, as the castor is dead, and he can hear the battle raging
in the Great Hall below. The faint chorus of the Order can be heard.
THE ORDER:
Though the body may be gone
He will live on in the causes
The Dark Arts will fall
Who will join up in this thing?
Do you hear the wizards chant?
Who will join up in this thing?
Do you hear the wizards chant?
Will never die!
Teaching
To the tune of Turning
The (remaining and not evil) teachers marvel at the damage done in the fray
at Hogwarts, and how it was wreaked on the very students many of them once
taught and knew as schoolchildren.
FLITWICK:
HAGRID:
SLUGHORN:
SINISTRA:
SPROUT:
McGONAGALL:
FIRENZE:
BINNS:
TRELAWNEY:
ARITHMANCY TEACHER:
ANCIENT RUNES TEACHER:
MUGGLE STUDIES TEACHER:
Lies from their family dear.
TEACHERS:
They break into a round.
Teaching, teaching, teaching to deaf ears,
Teach and teach, but no morals you instill!
The Engagement Chorale
To the tune of The Wedding Chorale
Still, life and love go on; the couples celebrate their happy plans in the midst of great tragedy.
BILL/FLEUR:
Lupin and Tonks join in, in a round with the other happy couple.
BILL/FLEUR/LUPIN/TONKS (staggered):
Dark Lord, Dark Lord-
We now all fear his name!
Dark Lord, Dark Lord!
Did we once call him Tom?
Dark Lord, Dark Lord,
So much of him has changed!
Dark Lord, Dark Lord -
His old self has long gone.
How do you do? My name's Malfoy!
How do you like it? Get a thrill?
You might think I'm just a boy-
But wait until you see my skill!
Here in the manor in which I dwell.
I train in Dark Arts of variety;
Though I only passed the O.W.L.s!
First my dad,
Now comes me!
Wait and see, wait and see!
Dark Lord, Dark Lord,
Did we once call him Tom?
Dark Lord, Dark Lord-
His old self has long gone.
What do you think you're at?
Teaching him that art?
You're going to get him killed
And you're killing my poor heart!
Listen, Cissy, dear!
His task is your reward!
If I had sons I'd gladly give
Them service to our Lord!
I know what I'll give-
I'll give him up for dead!
What Lucius never finished
My son must do instead!
We won't bother your mother;
Come on, Draco, boy.
Since her husband's been in jail
She's gotten paranoid!
When's this bloody task?
When's it gonna be?
The boy's our biggest chance now;
Will he do it successfully?
Will it work? Will it work? Will it work?
Will it work? Will it work? Will it work?
Where has the Order got to now?
Where is the man who the Dark Lord fears?
He's still at Hogwarts, weakened now!
But we've got a spy there; he's our ears!
We'll see the Order fall,
The Death Eaters will gain;
We all will gather with our Lord
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!
Not his name, not his name, not his name....
Don't you fear for your own skin?
Traitors last but a week, or so they say.
How many times must I repeat
I'm on the dark side now, okay?
I'm a double agent to both sides;
I've information our Lord prides!
Dark Lord, Dark Lord,
Did we once call him Tom?
Dark Lord, Dark Lord-
His old self has long gone.
Narcissa, my!
How nice of you to come!
Bella Lestrange,
Why so unkindly dumb?
Before anyone sees us outside, Snape,
Before Bella changes her mind again,
Listen to me! There is something you must do!
You must protect my only child!
There is none but you who can intercede;
In the Dark Lord's name, this is all I need!
Protect my son, please pledge your word!
Protect my son!
You must think me mad!
You're lucky I know of this plan!
He told you you must stay silent.
You must stay silent.
Believing of you what I do,
You know well I do not trust you!
You say you know too of this plan?
Where were you in Azkaban?
You did nothing for the Dark Lord!
You would sooner see him dead!
I will see your justice done!
I see through you, Severus!
I am more loyal, by far!
I am closest to him, yes-
Forget last year's mistake!
That was not my fault!
I see through you, Severus!
I do not give you my trust!
Why did you never kill the boy,
So close within your range?
He told you you must stay silent.
He told you you must stay silent.
Oh, Bellatrix Lestrange!
My duty's to our Lord
You do not see!
Listen to me, Bellatrix Lestrange!
The wheel was always turned around!
Dumbledore believes me good;
Dare you question the Dark Lord?
I know Hogwarts' secrets, now!
I know the Order of Phoenix,
I know their plans, I know their tricks!
They all trust me: Severus!
I am trusted by our lord!
I am trusted more than you!
Though I'm but a half-blood, too!
So you will swear to me tonight?
There is nothing you can change.
My son will be safe in your care?
Perhaps there's something I can do.
And if he falls, you will . . . right?
An Unbreakable Vow, will you now swear?
I know, I know his words.
I know, he ordered silence.
But how can I just stand by
And watch my son be killed?
If he falters, fails, or is unable.
Vow to me, you will rise to take his place if
He were to fail and doom himself and family to failure.
I know my son; I know he still has weakness.
There's a failing that may come without a warning;
And if he dies I'll surely find myself in double mourning.
Narcissa, I can't reverse his law.
Narcissa, you cannot fight our Lord.
Severus, my son is but sixteen!
Calm yourself; I'll work unseen.
So my son-
Shall be in my protection.
And you will . . . ?
Draco will fail at nothing.
Severus, you give me so much comfort!
And none shall ever harm your son-
Or I will cease on living.
Take my hand.
We make the final vow now.
Promise me; I give him to your keeping.
I promise this to you.
And, lastly, will you perform his duty
If Draco cannot do it
Will you rise to take his place?
There, out in the dark mist,
My enemy plotting,
Ready to kill,
Ready to kill.
I know my duty:
I never shall yield
'Til his fate I seal;
'Til his fate I seal.
But mine is the way of the good
And honor and light will brighten the way
As always they should,
And if I fall as my parents fell,
I'll take
Him too!
A tie of emotions,
A binding of Fate,
By our Prophecy,
Connecting both of us,
Evil and good,
Fighting eternally,
Fighting eternally.
And so he chose for me my aim,
And so often for years now we face off
Again and again.
And when he seizes upon his power,
My scar's in flames!
By the Divination professor
That the two of us must one day
Fight it out.
That I may fight him.
The fight will be ours!
I will never rest
'Til then,
This I swear -
This I swear by my scar!
I don't mean to be rude,
But ent'ring into my house was rude.
So you're the man from the boy's school-
Yet you act as if I am the fool?
Bid us sit; give us mead-
You cannot be quite right in the head.
You placed this boy upon our doorstep!
Wizard blood-Should we have
Treated him as one of our own?
Like our own son, sir?
It would be polite to drink, you know-
Your term of care is nearly at a close.
He was protected as you took him in, we agreed-
But you gave him scarcely all he needs.
I did not have a say;
The boy just showed up on the step one day!
Though he's kin, Duddykins,
Hasn't got that odd "magic" within.
So we were a little cruel-
Stamping it out was what we tried to do!
You say he has inheritance?
We are still his own uncle and aunt!
Got a house? Got some gold?
How lately all these plot twists unfold . . .
Only once more shall he return,
To consummate his seventeenth year.
Family love has been him denied.
Lucky he found his friends-
For you barely passed as his guardians
There's a grief throughout the household,
Though it's not death we mourn upon;
We've an heir who is not pureblood,
Now that Sirius is gone.
Here the Order scoffed our name.
How fitting my great-great-grandson
Took up a path quite the same.
His will he cast in spells.
And he gave it all to Harry--
Oh, the shame, it swells!
The firstborn heir to 12 Grimmauld Place
Ironically so defaced
The very roots his House stood on.
We know you?d rather it had gone
To his cousin-- not his godson--
Now that Sirius is gone.
Empty of the blood of Black!
We've an heir that is not pureblood
Toujours Pur has now gone slack!
Don't ask me why our sons turned so astray--
But this heir who is not pureblood
Is as bloodtraitor as they . . .
I smell fame here,
Smell it in your hair;
You're going to be famous
Or a famous person's heir.
Famous students,
I spot you in the crowds.
After years of hiding
I still know how to get around.
Let me check out those of you I've found!
Famous students?
We're really quite confused.
Do you really like us
Or are we just being used?
Famous students -
How can you even know?
We've never even met you
But you know how our lives go -
Who else thinks this is a creepy show?
Come here, my boy;
Have you seen your uncle of late?
That Damocles?
Sir, I've got my windpipe closed!
Anapneo!
My dad doesn't speak to him much!
Cormac, my boy, your Uncle Tiberius here, he hunts, yes?
Oh, yes, he hunts.
With R. Scrimgeour?
And Bertie Higgs.
Good company;
My boy, please keep in touch with me!
Famous students?
We're really quite confused.
Do you really like us
Or are we just being used?
Order of Merlin,
First Class, not below;
I like to know the children of
Those lucky few fellows.
Who else thinks this is a creepy show?
You pretty boy,
A pretty mum, you've got there.
What dirt she caused, those seven husbands of hers,
All with such gold!
Don't say it! Leave me alone!
But you're the boy with parents so brave!
I'm proud of that!
And so am I.
Now you are left.
Yes, that is true; parents bereft:
Their final fate's near worse than death!
Famous student!
Most famous of the lot!
Of all of these good pickings,
You're the finest one I've got.
Famous student!
They call you "The Chosen One."
We all know of your story
But why don't you tell us some?
Come on, Harry,
Tell us; let's have some fun!
Famous students,
Famous for a mum,
Famous students,
Famous children,
Famous for a dad,
But here's a famous, famous kid!
Famous students,
But not so much as him!
Give me the dirt; what are you doing here?
I hexed that Smith boy into next year.
I must say, I'm not fond of this boy.
And who asked you, Mr. Posing Boytoy?
Famous students! What a load of rubbish!
Famous students!
Come on, deary, why this disgust?
You're just as wanted as the rest of us.
Maybe your family isn't one of the best,
But you'll show us all, with your Bat-Bogey hex.
That's right, deary, show us what you've got!
Grampas, grandmas, uncles twice removed,
Cousins, aunts, or nephews if they're years older than you,
Parents, nieces, great-aunts you've never met,
As long as they are famous you are all right in our set -
Either that, or skill is your best bet!
Exploited all throughout.
He's only being kind to us
So we can help him out.
Hey, Zabini,
What was that about?
What's in that compartment
Of which you have just come out?
Famous students?
How come I wasn't asked?
I've got plenty connections;
Ask of my grandpa Abraxas!
Than the rest of my whole class?
Do you hear the wizards chant,
Chanting the spells to save the day?
We are all hexing the Death Eaters who
Muggleborns don't tolerate.
As they brought in You-Know-You,
We bring in Albus Dumbledore;
The fight of the century
Is soon now in store.
Who will join up in this thing?
Who will support the Order's cause?
Who sees danger in the presence
Of their Muggle-hating laws?
Join up with us now;
Stop the Death Eaters' powerful flaws.
Do you hear the wizards chant,
Chanting the spells to save the day?
We are all hexing the Death Eaters who
Muggleborns don't tolerate.
As they brought in You-Know-You,
We bring in Albus Dumbledore;
The fight of the century
Is soon now in store.
Will you give all you can give
To help cease the vile Dark Arts?
Some will fall, and some will live,
In this odd lottery of sorts.
The work of the Order
May protect the kids at Hogwarts!
Do you hear the wizards chant,
Chanting the spells to save the day?
We are all hexing the Death Eaters who
Muggleborns don't tolerate.
As they brought in You-Know-You,
We bring in Albus Dumbledore;
The fight of the century
Is soon now in store.
How strange, this feeling that I'm bound to my enemy,
So arranged that he cannot live in the same time as me.
Why is this so for us? Tell me!
Why did he choose the path he did,
Take up a cause so cruel,
Learn of magic we forbid?
There are so many questions and answers
So hidden from me.
In his life-
Will there be revealed to me what I need
To fulfill our destiny,
One that should
Possess more meaning than most:
Evil and good-
Encompassed in us,
Encompassed in we!
Than the other must die.
These were the words of the Prophecy
You heard once upon a time.
Though he's no longer a man,
Now he's abandoned his life
-Such a lie!
Tell me now; tell me why!
That boy, Tom,
Was such a lonely child;
How pensive, how sharp he seemed to me.
Believe me, were it within my power,
I'd have turned away his glower-
I'd give him some friends, though I could see
He never wanted company.
There's so little I know
That I'm longing to know
Of the man that he was
In a time long ago.
There's so little they say
Of the life he had known-
So he kept to himself?
He was always alone?
So dark, so dark and deep-
His heart, was it asleep?
Solitude did he like?
Never loving or gentle or kind?
But Dumbledore,
Could you see that this boy
Would become so evil inside?
Memories,
Memories of a time that is dead.
Memories-
Will join me now here, inside my head?
In his life,
He grew from a child and then yearned
For power and not love-
To him love was not enough.
You have learned,
Love when given to us
Saves as all.
Without it,
Evil will burn.
In my life,
I have many good friends and loved ones,
Though some are now lost,
And my life seems so hard.
And I want it all over,
When the hurt is barely begun.
Like a friend you have answered my needs,
When with you I feel comfort and warmth-
A father indeed!
And I know choices matter, not the Prophecy . . .
Every word that he says fills me so joyfully!
In my life,
I've lived years and seen hardship abound,
But love keeps, keeps me sane-
And this boy renews it again.
In his life,
Teach that which shapes his own life.
In your life,
Learn that which shapes your own life.
In Pensieve near.
Sitting here.
Welcome, Odgen.
I feel unsure;
Tell me right now:
Is your blood all pure?
Attacked you like that
But you looked like Muggle,
And he knocks them flat.
We don't like to flaunt,
But you ought to know that we
Are of finest family-
Purest of the pure,
Near a full millennium
Our lines's endured.
Maybe we've gone poor,
But we've got our bloodline
It belonged to Slytherin himself.
It could buy us a much better house,
But we like that title on our shelf.
The law troubles us not.
We ought be off by privilege,
Even if we're caught.
Some filthy Muggle man?
What's the shame in that?
You should be glad!
Purebloods don't put up with them.
So we might attack 'em!
Merlin! They deserve it in the end!
Heirs of Slytherin,
Now we're called the Gaunts:
We might look quite funny
'Cause we all married our aunts.
Royal line of blood,
Historical estate,
Aristocrat, patricien--
On our door's a snake!
Famous for our dear old Salazar;
Famous for our elite stakes.
Though we've got the name Slytherin--
Merlin! We're just dirty little snakes!
Do you drop your charge?
Will my Morfin stay
Safely at large?
The Muggle's forgot;
Why worry if Morfin
Is punished or not?
Or overrides me--
If you are the first one,
Then you're surely see . . .
You traitor of blood;
There's no need to keep around
Those with veins of mud.
Speak in Parseltongue;
The snakes obey our orders,
So you might want to run.
You pompous folks I can't abide.
I'd rather you had never
Set a foot down here inside.
Do you even care?
Do you understand that
We are Slytherin's heirs?
Morfin did a jinx."
Does anyone care anymore
What the House of Gaunt thinks?
Frankly, I'm horrified!
I'd rather see him honored;
I'm proud, and I'm his father!
Merlin! My son should be glorified!
Heirs of Slytherin,
Now we're called the Gaunts:
We might look quite funny
'Cause we all married our aunts.
Royal line of blood,
Historical estate,
Aristocrat, patricien--
On our door's a snake!
Famous for loss in standing;
Famous for our decadence.
Dirty-blooded treas'nist,
Merlin! We just won't acquiesce!
I dream each day
That I will see my prince-
But he took one look at me
And hasn't looked back since.
Heir of Slytherin,
Contradict him-- do I dare?
"Aristocrat, patricien,"
Abuse extraordinaire!
Their line is ages old.
They would be quite a family,
If they still had any gold.
Landing her with these foul kin.
Who knows how she's fared it,
Living with these heirs of Slytherin!
Heirs of Slytherin!
Heir of house of sin!
Aristocrat, patricien,
Have you no chagrin?
Royal line of blood,
Historical estate,
I'll call in reinforcements--
Just you wait!
Damn the meddling Ministry man;
Damn him-- and this hooligan!
I didn't stand a fighting chance!
I got to get out of
here, fast!
You haven't seen the last
Of the heirs of Slytherin!
There was a time when we had a name,
When our family was proud
And our means displayed it.
And a witch girl could play,
And she might even win it.
Then it all went wrong.
With potion strong,
And charms abounding.
I had to love him with my eyes;
He never knew of my heart's pounding.
My dream was brewed up from the ashes.
For once I evened up the score;
He took a sip, and love was fashioned.
But our love was just a lie;
I could not keep him in such falsehood.
So I drained our lovers' brew-
And he drained his love for me.
A family, we were as one.
But he left me in such a state
That he never met his only son!
And he would learn to love me again,
But that dream, it could not be:
Our love was merely made of potion!
Disposed of entirely so easily,
Like a runny, poisoned stew!
A locket and a chain
Unopened but so keen!
I stuck it in my sack
When we got Grimmauld Place all clean.
Shouldn't be too hard to sell!
I've got a pretty pile!
I've got quite a stock!
Put 'em on the black market
And I'll do very well!
Stolen goods they cannot tell!
Trinkets all abandoned;
No one to claim them theirs!
Someone's got to collect on odds and ends,
It's really only fair!
Pretty little thing;
Pity to have wasted it;
Its owner at it scoffed.
Grimmauld Place was a hotbed!
Here's a goblet fine,
I call it now all mine!
It's worth a little fortune
So it from the house I doffed!
No complaints from the dead!
Trinkets all abandoned;
No one to claim them theirs!
Someone's got to collect on odds and ends,
When their owner isn't there!
When one's killed, the others takes what he had.
So Sirius Black,
He don't interfere,
'Cause he's dead, and no one's left his heir.
I get into 12 Grimmauld Place,
And only the House-Elf looks on!
The murd'rous elf looks on!
That Tom, that Tom-
Don't test him when he's mad.
That Tom, that Tom-
Or he'll do you in bad.
He killed my pet;
My rabbit he just hung!
That Tom, that Tom-
You should have held your tongue!
On one outing,
He gave me quite a shock-
That Tom, that Tom-
He put you off your crock.
He only said
He would show us this cave . . .
That Tom, that Tom,
He'll send us to our graves!
The very other day, he took my best
Mouth organ!
That Tom, that Tom,
Don't test him when he's mad.
Oh, if he leaves,
We all will be so glad!
That Tom, that Tom-
We're better off without.
That Tom, that Tom-
Will that man take him out?
Now I will take you to this Tom lad.
You accepted him
And so he's off our hands.
Here he is now!
(nodding to Tom):
You may come with me.
What?
Are you a doctor come to look at me?
Tell the truth!
I am a professor.
Tell the truth!
A wizard, I am too.
I happen to know that you are one;
Your name's been down-
I hate my name!
. . . But I believe I have some powers.
And hence you are to come with me,
To learn of our laws.
I can make things move without my touch;
I love to hurt and fear no gore-
Yes- Albus Dumbledore.
Come with me to my school.
Gladly, on my own.
I wish you to forget my name,
But you shan't forget me,
Albus Dumbledore!
Listen, my boy, I must do as I said;
To your mother I swore
No harm to you allow
By Unbreakable Vow.
So don't even ask;
You will need my assistance
To finish your task!
Have faith!
I know what my movements are;
You don't know my game!
Go on and break your dumb Vow;
Don't try to help me now!
I have suspicions of your plan;
There is little you do right.
Dumbledore will find you out
Before it comes down to the fight.
Let me help you out!
Let me make it right!
Never!
Listen up, Professor,
Professor, listen up, please!
You just want my glory
That was all meant for me!
So bring me to your office
Or take my friends away;
No matter how you thwart us,
Young Death Eaters obey.
Like young Death Eaters past,
Have proven up their worth
And are quite unsurpassed!
Just look at Barty Crouch-
(Just don't mind Reg'lus Black)
He tortured the Longbottoms
Without a moment's slack!
So you better not deter me
'Cause I'm quite on track!
Talk with me, of days gone by.
Sing with me the songs we knew!
It'll end quite fast; just let her have her dreams . . .
Remember when we danced when we were eighteen?
Here's to then, and here's to now!
Talk with me, of days gone by.
Why am I afraid to die?
Already maimed by means of
Greyback's cursed bite,
My attempts to stop it
Prove useless in fight.
In what use now am I?
Talk with me . . .
Talk with me . . .
Of days . . .
Of days . . .
Gone by . . .
Gone by . . .
To our lives . . .
To our lives . . .
Preserved . . .
Preserved . . .
Somehow . . .
Somehow . . .
Christmas day ought not be spent all alone.
Don't worry; Tonks has family at home.
Here's to then, and here's to now.
She claims a purpose in my life
Yet I would a curse to her be!
Nymphadora Tonks,
We are in love, so.
So still you insist
When I insist "no!"
Are we really
Meant to be?
You call me Won-Won,
My dear girlfriend, now.
You have finally shown me how,
How grand love is!
It is as my sister says!
Dear Lavender,
Love me now.
Love me now.
My dear boy Won-Won,
I love your nickname!
You chose it especially for me!
Like "My Sweetheart!"
Yeah, that- I don't know what to say.
Then make no sound.
Let's make out.
On the ground?
You call me Won-Won.
And "My Sweetheart," too!
Oh, Lavender, I love you!
Love me, love me!
Just stay away from Hermione.
Why the need?
Promise me!
Ours was never spoke aloud.
Why regret what never was?
Does he like her just because
I had Viktor?
I had Viktor?
Not Viktor.
Her "dear boy Won-Won."
Will I be loved
As he does?
You call me Won-Won.
Because I love you.
And I think I love you, too.
I'm glad that you do.
It's hot out;
Let's make out.
For that's what it's about-
Making out-
After all!
We've got the whole Quidditch team all prepared!
Except for one-where's our captain got to?
Chasers, Beaters, and Keeper-
All we lack now is our Seeker.
What's his business, being late?
We don't have time to hesitate!
The time is near,
But don't fear; Harry will be here on time!
Don't lose your heads;
Don't let worry lose you your minds!
For the team that we play is old Hufflepuff,
And the sun is high in the sky so conditions are fair.
Oh, you may think that they're not worth a puff-
But that doesn't make the Snitch easier to catch!
We need to fly
Right out of the sun;
The sun in their eyes
Will let us slide by!
What's wrong today?
You look as if your mind's somewhere else!
Your broom-and get your play robes on!
Somewhere else, me? Not here? Can't be!
There's nowhere else I'd rather be,
Right here by her, as the game dawns!
I am agog,
In this game's hour!
Is our captain given favor?
He's treated better than the rest of us!
His orders he'll bellow,
As he moons like Romeo-
I ought to make a grand old fuss!
It is time for us all
To get out there and play.
Do we fight just to win
Or is there some higher stake?
Have you asked of yourselves
What's the meaning unfurled?
It's not simply a game,
It extends to the world!
Someday we'll play this game
As the course of the war unfurls!
Gold-- the taste of victory!
Red-- our robes in scarlet fly!
Gold-- we'll win the Cup, you'll see!
She speaks of those truths
We'll all come to know-
And there is a truth
In the fear of loved one's deaths.
She speaks of those truths
Like the passion I feel-
It's love now for her,
Can I make it real?
To deny so seems so wrong;
This foolishness feels right!
Red!
The color of her hair!
Gold!
The gleam within her eyes!
Red!
The color that I see--
Gold!
The beast roars up inside!
Ginevra is no longer a child
And I'm sure Harry does mean it well.
But we're flying out our match, now, here!
I know enough of love, I think,
To know it causes skill to sink,
While thinking of your beloved dear!
Red-- courageous Gryffindor!
Gold-- the taste of victory!
Red-- our robes in scarlet fly!
Gold-- we'll win the Cup, you'll see!
Well, Katie Bell, do we have all our brooms?
Ginny and Ron, are your robes done all up?
Beaters, get your bats on out!
Are we ready for the game?
Give me the chance to lead us all;
I'll be the best man by far!
The Hufflepuffs are ready at their posts!
The Hufflepuffs are waiting for us now!
Hooch is waiting for you, boy!
Listen!
Best get out and shake their hands!
Listen to me!
Best of luck, to you Harry!
Listen everybody!
We'll be out there, wait and see!
Fly out of the sun, will you?
Here's something rather special!
I'm now off to go and fetch!
Possessed by a certain someone!
Oh, won't you try and guess?
And if that won't fill your fancy-
Here's something that's most divine!
Were you impressed with that? Is it the light, or-
No, I'm fine.
A price no one could pay-
With your lives in a few days.
'Twas a pleasure stopping here.
These fine little gifts you've shown me
Have filled me with such good cheer!
You will take the blame yourself,
And the world will be grief-stricken
By a murder wrought by elf.
From my newly-forming being,
Divided seven from the whole,
I now seize upon these treasures,
And in each, I lock a soul.
He knows what came of me;
He knows me at a glance.
He sees me as I was;
Have I even got a chance?
He won't let me come in,
When I have changed so much,
Struggling to begin!
As the Dark Lord, I'm undone!
They all look to me.
Yet I must enter the school
To gain so many more
When they fall for me!
As the Dark Lord, I'm undone!
I was once the brightest boy in school,
I was once above the Hogwarts rules.
Headmasters once bowed to me;
Now he treats me to a low degree.
Who am I?
I have concealed myself forevermore.
I have transformed what I was before.
And my name will be until I die
A greater, grander alibi-
Not a lie;
I have not changed my motives deep inside.
I have not changed but only my outside.
My soul divided sevenfold,
I have not my identity of old!
Who would trust this quite lifeless man?
Who would try to stop him if he can?
Not Tom Riddle!
I'm not the man I used to be!
I'm Lord Voldemort!
There is a room that no one knows;
It's called the Room of Requirement.
It's charmed so only some can see it,
That little room that no one knows.
So I am disguised as I stand 'round
Watching for him when Draco goes
Into that room that no one knows.
When they drop, they make a crash.
I'm helped by my enemies themselves;
My true form they'll never, ever guess.
Since I so often play a girl,
But Malfoy needs me ever so
When he goes to that room that no one knows.
This is the place!
I've seen him hanging 'round
On the Marauders' old map-
I was watching him now!
Will this room appear?
We used it for D.A.
But it won't let me in
Or my enemy display!
Why won't this wall clear?
Why do we care
What that old git
Should do in the night
With no candle lit!
You shut your mouth;
Check out this map-
What have we here?
Clear out here, firsty!
Ron, please don't be so mean!
Can't you see she's a kid?
Look- her scales need repairing!
Little girl, get to bed!
Why do you stand by
Uncomfortably staring?
That's my business, I tell you!
I've been down here before!
I'm just a little first-year girl,
With my ordinary plans!
Get out of here!
You've got some gall
Yes, you, young miss;
You're always in the way!
We should take some points.
Maybe she's lost?
Go home, now girl;
Go home; you're in the way!
He's got to know; I've got to warn him here!
If you don't get to bed, House points will disappear!
What an occasion,
Good heaven forbid
To watch a child and a prefect
Fight like schoolyard kids!
Not a sound out of you!
Well, I told him I'd do it . . . told him I'd do it . . .
Curse all of this! Curse you, you girl!
You ruined my plans in a great whirl!
We're in for it now, all of this here;
Get out of here; let's disappear!
It was that sound sent them away!
Once more, my friend, saving the day!
I'm in the clear! My friend Greg Goyle
Disguised himself well, helped me today!
I can't be seen-
For someone is near!
And now it's happening again:
Ready to break, to break my vow,
No friendly soul, no nicer friend,
No kindly voice to comfort me now.
I do just as he asks,
But I dread his assigned task.
When Crabbe and Goyle both stand watching
Sometimes I feel as if I'm lost
And his whole plan I've been botching.
But when I lose my head,
I can come in here, instead.
I feel like he's beside me.
Nowhere to turn;
I know that he will find me.
I help to do his bidding-
And though Potter knows where I go
The Headmaster thinks he's kidding.
That no one can catch me in,
I prepare;
My progress has made me grin.
That I am far too obvious,
He will find that all in time
I am no Dark Arts novice.
That surely he is right-
That I'm too green to complete
This trying task.
I've been trained in this fight,
Still I fear
I'll fail it flat!
Or, to be one, I'm trying-
But some days,
I run to this loo, crying!
Talking myself back through it,
I fear my innocence
Will discourage me to do it.
I've come now to see clearly:
I will fail;
I'll kill myself, my family!
Justice for Father's foul-up.
I know it's true- what can I do?-
The Dark Lord's word is law!
I'll fail him.
I'll fail him-
And so my Dark Mark burns.
What have I done?
Oh, goodness, what have I done?
Become a murderer now,
By trying spells just for fun?
And have I lost it so much
And is my passion so great
That I allowed myself to act on pure hate?
The cries of the ghost echo off of the floor,
As here I stand in Malfoy's pooling gore.
He wouldn't lie on the floor this way.
I am not meant to destroy and destruct;
That this spell was so bad is my foul luck!
Now my adversary lies nearly dead -
Just because of a spell that I said!
To teach me such foul Dark Arts?
In classes it was so very helpful!
It helped me to pass; it was so useful.
"Spell for enemies."
And, after all, I hate this boy,
This boy who's always hated me.
Is how our rivalry goes!
He showed me no mercy!
He almost did Crucio!
Return the book I shouldn't trust.
He reads my mind; I cannot block him;
I feel my shame too strongly in my mind.
I can tell he knows.
I must hide it so he can't find
The book which inculpates me so.
Marked with a bust in a wig;
Will Ron let me borrow his
Though it's marked "Roonil Wazlib?"
For it has put me in a pinch,
But now my curiosity has grown:
Who is this Half-Blood Prince?
Every day,
I think of Quidditch games-
Well, just that Quidditch game
Our first kiss we sealed.
Every day,
I think of Quidditch games-
How much longer 'til
They become war fields?
Don't think about it, Harry, please;
For now there's warmth and summer breeze!
I will never go away,
And we will together
Every day.
We'll remember that game-
And the kiss that we made . . .
Kissed Lavender the same,
But when in love,
There is no shame.
We're not as lame-
At least we don't use such nicknames!
My heart you compel;
I am lost in your spell!
My brother "Won-Won"
He even permits-
Not that I pay that any mind!
She pays me no nevermind;
She's made her choice,
And I approve.
Ginny, Ginny!
I saw you and I ran to you!
When will I approve of my own loves?
We two embraced
And sucked face-
Love for me?
Not that phrase!
Love for me?
. . . still the same.
This poor boy "Won-Won"
Is ready for
Real, true love.
Sip From This Phial
Don't worry now, my dear boy, Harry,
I'll sip from this phial.
It cannot be so vile-
So now let us begin.
Your job: Ensure I drink it all.
As long as you obey
Everything I say,
This Horcrux will help us now to win.
But you won't hurt, I promise- if you drink.
This potion weakens you to death, I think.
Don't give me more! Please promise me!
It hurts too much- it cannot be!
Just drink this phial- a little more-
Please sip from this phial.
It cannot be so vile!
Don't make me drink again!
This potion is killing me, I think!
Why don't you obey?
Everything I say?
I really cannot stand to drink!
This potion weakens me to death, I think.
Just kill me now! Will you stop, when?
I'd rather die, than drink again.
Hush and drink, please, sir, Dumbledore-
Please sip from this phial.
It cannot be so vile!
So let us now begin.
Don't worry now, my dear boy, Harry,
I've sipped from this phial.
It is so very vile!
Don't make me drink again!
My job-
I cannot drink it all! Why don't you obey?
Everything I say?
This Horcrux-
This Horcrux-
Will help us now to-
. . . win . . .
My dear boy,
I know your plan;
I kept peace,
To save you from your man.
You are young,
And afraid.
You won't smite;
You won't fight.
Take our side.
Take our side.
Your mother can be safe as well.
You are so green,
Innocent;
Only sixteen,
I know it well.
You cannot kill,
Oh, I can tell.
Choose the right.
You are young;
You do not want to fight.
You with us;
We forgive-
You, we'll trust.
If you fail
This you know:
You will die.
Take our side.
Take our side.
What's wrong with this boy?
What sort of coward is he,
To give up all of his chance
Working so hesitantly?
It is his hour at last,
And yet he's looking so pale!
He's taking his time-
I can see he will fail! All it would take Is a flick of his wand-
Yet he invokes My unbreakable bond!
Damned now I am, by his failure to act.
Curse all of them; I did not plan on this!
I can see clearly the boy must have cracked.
But the Dark Lord's task now must be done;
I will do it for him and I'll run.
Who has always entrusted me?
This kindly man whom I have worked for;
He trusted me so, gave me protection.
I could have gone to Azkaban-
That was the choice.
It was his choice to take me in.
He has me always believed.
My sins were forgiven;
My crimes were reprieved.
Who have never doubted all these years:
My heart is stone; it never softened.
The world they have known will be disillusioned.
And they will know.
Though this man gave me all his trust;
I still killed him, even so.
The man holds him with his words,
Little knowing I am there,
Little knowing I have turned.
This man who believes in love.
I raise now up my wand,
With Avada Kedavra!
I'm glad you're here,
Staying beside me.
Now I can die in peace,
For in my life I've loved.
You will live! But, sir, you're going to live!
It's too soon, too soon for you to die!
No, my boy- I cannot even try.
I am weak;
My soul must fly.
I told you of your history-
Of your fate,
As given by prophecy.
Don't forget
Your power is those who love you;
Your mother gave your life for you
And that has brought you safety.
Vow to me
You will complete your duty
To yourself,
And those who love you truly.
Love protects you,
And gives you higher power.
Lord Voldemort shall be undone
Upon that finest hour.
Hear his words,
For he has always loved you.
Hear our words,
For we still long to help you.
And remember
The truth that he has spoken-
To love another person
Is the greatest gift of life!
Do you hear the wizards chant,
Chanting their spells into the fray?
Though they fight on valiantly,
They have not yet saved the day.
His spirit in us never dies;
The phoenix always will
Out of the ashes rise.
He so strongly believed in;
He will inspire all his students,
Even some from Slytherin.
And a new wizard world shall begin.
Who will support the Order's cause?
Who sees the danger in the presence
Of these Muggle-hating laws?
Say, do you hear their spells collide?
Though some are fallen,
Their cause, it will never die!
Who will support the Order's cause?
Who sees danger in the presence
Of these Muggle-hating laws?
Say, do you hear their spells collide?
Though some are fallen,
Their cause, it will never die!
Did you see them
In that massive fight?
I cannot help but hope
Even the bad ones are alright.
Once my students,
Once my prides and joys?
Once we used to scold at them
And take away House points.
It seems our words were wasted on those boys!
Who could stop them?
Teach them otherwise?
If the fault resides with us,
Don't say we didn't try!
They were schoolkids,
We taught them all they knew.
Were some just meant for this end?
Was there nothing we could do?
The human psyche is sticky as a glue!
No one changes.
No one ever will.
Every year another soul
That seems to lack the will.
We can't change them; it's useless, so I fear.
They'll only go back home and learn
Teaching, teaching, teaching, teaching, teaching to deaf ears!
Seven terms at school but a vacation every year.
No one changes, no one ever will.
Teach them all your subjects but no morals you instill.
Celebrate the joyous plans we have made!
Cast away these thoughts of pure despair.
Seldom now have we chance for this;
Happiness in these times is rare!
Seldom now have we chance for this;
Happiness in these times is rare!