| It came upon a midnight clear
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| That tragedy long foretold
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| For a dream had shown a victim where
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| The secret shone like gold
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| Oh, half-blinded and out of breath
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| No time to waste this night
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| With searing pain in his scar, he cried
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| ‘He's bitten; |
| it’s serious'
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| Help arrived in a tartan dress
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| With glasses perched lopsidedly
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| He’d never been so pleased to see
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| A member of the OotP
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| They rushed off to tell the man in charge
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| Who quickly snt two out of frame
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| To find the father who’d been badly hurt
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| And see if thre’s truth to this claim, yeah
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| Alive, but barely they found him there
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| Then carried him off for relief
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| His family pacing all night long
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| Wondering if their old dad would see
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| Another day
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| At ten past five in through the door
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| Walked answers for worrying minds
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| As it turned out, he would be OK
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| Though no going home for a while
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| So there they stayed, to be close to him
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| And spend Christmas at Grimmauld Place
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| But all the while our hero was torn
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| With thoughts that could not be erased |