Song: The Naming of Cats
Setting: First day of school in Harry's fourth year; students in the Great Hall
RON: There's a man over there with a look of surprise,
As though he is just now at a loss for words.
HERMIONE: Do I actually see with my own very eyes
A man who questions existance of wizards?
What's all this of wizards?
ALL STUDENTS & TEACHERS: What's all this of wizards?
ALL: The naming of us is a difficult matter.
It isn't just one of your holiday games.
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you the various, strange, different names.
First of all, there's the name by which you know family,
Such as Malfoy, Longbottom, Trelawney, or Snape,
Such as Riddle or Sinistra, Perks or a Weasley;
All of them int'resting, peculiar names.
There are also first names, if you would like to know this,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames,
Such as Draco, Hermione, Parvati, or Sturgis,
And all of them int'resting and all first names.
And I tell you wizards have names quite particular,
Names quite peculiar and quite majestic.
Else how could we keep our repute perpendicular
Or cherish wizard pride, or practice magic?
Of names of wizards, I can give you a quorum
Such as Grubbly-Plank, Dorcas, Podmore, or Pritchard
Such as Kingsley Shacklebolt, Marlene, Skeeter, or Graham;
Names rarely given to more than one wizard.
But above and beyond there're odder left over,
And these are some names that you never would guess,
The names that so few human minds could discover,
That the wizards are named but will seldom confess.
When you notice a man in profound meditation
The reason, I tell you, is sometimes the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought
Of the thought
Of the thought
Of our names.
These unusual, usual, us- and unus-ual,
Weird and mysterious wizardly names.
The Tournament Call
Song: Invitation to the Jellicle Ball
DUMBLEDORE: Wizard students come to Hogwarts.
STUDENTS: Wizard students are thick or bright.
We're energized as we watch the champions.
DUMBLEDORE: Wizardlings will meet once a year
STUDENTS: When Professor Dumbledore picks up the cup,
The Tri-Wizard cup is awaiting them there,
Alastor Moody
Song: The Old Gumbie Cat
Note: I did not use the original version because this one has several additions.
Setting: in the Gryffindor common room when Moody's strangeness has been noted.
GEORGE:
GRYFFINDOR GIRLS:
FRED:
GRYFFINDOR GIRLS:
RON:
MOODY (in private): But . . .
GRYFFINDORS:
MOODY(to all): You proved my fears!
That Fleur Delacour
Song: The Rumtumtugger
RON: That Fleur Delacour is a curious girl.
GUYS: That Fleur Delacour is a curious girl.
HERMIONE: That Fleur Delacour is a terrible bore.
GUYS: That Fleur Delacour is a curious girl.
ROGER: That Fleur Delacour is a beautiful belle.
GUYS: That Fleur Delacour is graceful and stunning.
That Fleur Delacour is a curious girl.
That Fleur Delacour is a curious girl.
Harry Potter
Song: Grizabella
FLEUR:
VIKTOR:
CEDRIC:
HARGRID:
FLEUR and VIKTOR:
Wizard Judges
Song: Bustopher Jones
Setting: in the Gryffindor common room during the Christmas holidays
FRED: That Barty Crouch has not once slouched.
GINNY: He's the man no one greets as he walks to his seat
RON: In the whole of England the most famed of men
RON: In the whole of England the most famed of men
GINNY: Durmstrang's head, Igor Karkaroff, former Death Eater and Dark Arts prof.!
NEVILLE: In the spirit of my friendship I place my bets on
FRED: In the whole Ministry the flakiest pastry
HERMIONE:
(in their various places)
GRYFFINDORS:
Rita Skeeter is Such a Loser
Song: Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer
HERMIONE: Rita Skeeter is such a loser.
If the Minister would have a glitch afar
Rita Skeeter is such a loser.
When a person takes a seat for this "great" writer,
Rita Skeeter, that Prophet loser,
And when you read a great wizard cried,
Cedric Diggory
Song: Old Deuteronomy
RAVENCLAWS, HUFFLEPUFFS, AND SLYTHERINS:
HUFFLEPUFF: Our Cedric Diggory's played many games.
Our Cedric Diggory's won fair and square.
HUFFLEPUFF GUYS: At the sight of that sporty and grand physiognomy
Well, of all things, can it be really?
HUFFLEPUFF:
RAVENCLAWS, HUFFLEPUFFS, AND SLYTHERINS:
Well, of all things, can it be really?
CEDRIC:
The Awful Battle of the Male Vs. the Female
Song: The Awful Battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles
Of the awful battle of the male versus the female:
GEORGE:
Now on an occasion of which I shall speak
Now a girl, although people say what they think right,
ALL GUYS:
GEORGE: And these young Hogwarts ladies are gossips and gigglers,
Now when these goddesses together assemble,
So when your favorite girl walks down the hall,
The Yule Ball
Song: The Jellicle Ball
DUMBLEDORE:
SUSAN: Wizard students are big or light.
NEVILLE: Wizard students have cheerful faces.
BLAISE: Wizard students are high or lowly.
ALL STUDENTS:
HARRY: Wizard students face fates or dooms.
ALL STUDENTS:
DRACO: Wizard students are thick or bright.
CHAMPIONS:
ALL:
Memory
Song: Memory
FLEUR:
VIKTOR:
GINNY:
HARRY:
GINNY:
HARRY:
Moments of Privacy
Song: Moments of Happiness
HARRY:
In the Prefect's bathroom the egg sang its meaning.
MERPERSON:
MERPEOPLE:
Lord Voldemort!
Song: Macavity: the Mystery Cat
Lord Voldemort!
Lord Voldemort's a wizard foe.
Lord Voldemort, Lord Voldemort, there's no one like Lord Voldemort.
You may seek him in a castle,
Lord Voldemort is frightening.
Lord Voldemort, Lord Voldemort, there's no one like Lord Voldemort.
He's cowardly, despicable.
And when a leader's murdered
Lord Voldemort, Lord Voldemort, there's no one like Lord Voldemort.
And we know that all the men whose wicked deeds are widely ranged
Lord Voldemort, Lord Voldemort, there's no one like Lord Voldemort.
He only fears old Albus Dumbledore.
Memory
Song: Memory
GINNY:
RON:
GINNY:
HARRY:
Every corner
GINNY:
HARRY:
Mausoleums and rundown graves,
GINNY:
HERMIONE:
The Journey Back to Hogwarts School
Song: Journey to the Heaviside Layer
Run, run run, past Death Eaters and graves,
Run, run run, past Death Eaters and graves,
Run, run run, past Death Eaters and graves,
Run, run run, past Death Eaters and graves,
Setting: the Great Hall when the Tri-Wizard Tournament is announced
Wizard students come one, come all.
The champions will be of good sort.
Beauxbatons returns the tournament call.
Wizard students come to Hogwarts.
Durmstrang kids return the tournament call.
Wizard students are not covered with slime.
FRED and GEORGE: Hogwarts kids can trick and then take flight.
STUDENTS: Wizard students will have a time.
We're energized as we cheer their mission,
Wizardlings forming many gazing legions.
We'll laugh and shout when this tournement is done.
And stare at the goblet where the names were sent.
There each schools' own champion will soon appear
And play what is known as the Tri-Tournament.
Our breath catches eagerly; our patience is thin.
He reads out the kids who must then go on up
And try to come back to their school with a win.
Along with things three wizardlings only will see.
And we students ask because we students dare:
Who will they be?
I have a professor in mind.
His name is Alastor Moody.
He was an Auror of old, and he still always does his duty.
All day he stares right through the wall or through your cloak or through a desk.
He stares and stares and stares and stares,
And that's what makes the professor;
That's what makes the professor.
But...
When the day's hustle and bustle is done,
Then the professor's work is but hardly begun.
And when the students are in bed and asleep
He tucks up his robes, goes to the hallways to creep.
He is deeply concerned with any slight noise;
MOODY: It might be a Death Eater, instead of just boys.
So when he hears anything tiptoeing around,
He searches them out and doesn't make any sound.
I have a professor in mind.
His name is Alastor Moody.
His equal would be hard to find.
He likes the dark and dreary spots
All day he stares closely at kids or at adults or at dressers.
He stares and stares and stares and stares,
And that's what makes the professor;
That's what makes the professor!
But . . .
When the day's hustle and bustle is done,
Then the professor's work is but hardly begun,
As he finds that teachers have a great many needs.
He is sure it is due to some criminal deed,
And believing that no case is solved without lurking,
He sets right to work with his looking and searching.
He looks through their effects and through their supplies,
And even their past, an attempt to find lies.
I have a professor in mind.
His name is Alastor Moody.
The students he likes to punish, being as mean as he can be.
He stares right through their deception and bounces them right out the door.
He stares and stares and stares and stares,
And that's what makes the professor;
That's what makes the professor!
When the day's hustle and bustle is done
Then the professor's work is but hardly begun.
Though they don't know, I work for Lord Voldemort,
Because I escapted from Azkaban after dad's court.
So I'm here to send that Potter boy to my lord,
Causing him to rise to his height of discord.
With a purpose in life and the mission I'm on,
I will be my master's right hand man from now on!
So for weird professors let us give three cheers
On whom amused students do depend, it appears.
Three cheers, three cheers, three cheers!
For he's a jolly good fellow!
Setting: the Great Hall after the other schools have arrived
If you ask someone they'll say her beauty abounds.
She speaks, makes a lovely sound, and you gaze into her eyes.
If you gaze into her eyes then she never makes a sound
If you look at her once then you only want to look twice.
Then you look at her twice and then you follow her around.
FLEUR: But zer eezn't any need for you to shout eet.
RON: And she must be more than human.
FLEUR: And zer's no doing anything about eet.
Her walking by is what guys don't want to miss.
A touch of her hand makes them turn into goo.
When men swoon from just a stare, then there is something amiss.
You have no clue what I'm going through
'Cause they make such a fuss to get just a kiss.
FLEUR: But zer eezn't any need for you to shout eet.
RON: And she must be more than human.
FLEUR: And zer's no doing anything about eet.
FLEUR: My deesconcerting looks are a matter of my fam'ly.
If you go to my past then my grandmair was Veela.
They make men and even all zee leetle boys act manly.
How many men flock to me I do not care,
But I only like zoze I peeck for myself.
No matter zee numbered guys zat come to stare,
I know zey are all after my beauty's wealth.
That Fleur Delacour doesn't care for a boyfriend,
But for her slightest attention and whim I'll come running.
If there's nothing that she wants I will simply watch her then.
That Fleur Delacour doesn't care for a boyfriend.
FLEUR: But zer eezn't any need for you to shout eet.
GUYS: And she must be more than human.
FLEUR: And zer's no doing anything about eet.
Setting: in the room where the competetors were sent and in the Great Hall
Look at zee boy who moves away from you.
Ee is why the Dark Lord is fallen with 'is parents dead.
You see the tousled black hair, bright green eyes, and bony kid,
And you vonder if it's he, but there's the scar on his forehead.
He lived with Muggles, barely survived
In a small city on Pri-he-vet Drive.
He flattened the Dark Lord to nothing.
They say he is going to be something.
And the barman cried, and he wiped his eyes
"We'd really be wretched if he had died,
And who would ever suppose that this
Was Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived!"
Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.
Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.
Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students from the hall:
Who would/vould ever suppose that this/zat zis
Was Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived?
GEORGE: In fact, he is great and flawless.
FRED: He always gets irked - but has right to at work
GEORGE: At his workers' foolishness!
In his robes of particular black.
FRED: Not many managers are such cultured codgers
Or have grand social skills we lack.
Is the man in charge of games and sports.
HERMIONE (mockingly): And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to
By Ludo Bagman or cohorts.
Is the man in charge of games and sports.
HERMIONE: And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to
By Ludo Bagman or cohorts.
We know it's against the rules,
Showing favor, a horrid behavior,
He votes for his own Durmstrang School.
HARRY: For an opposing reason, Bagman commits treason.
He wants me to have advantage,
But it is illegal and not at all regal
For the judged to be helped by the judge.
Our Harry Potter, amidst all groans.
He will show valor and he will be voted for
By Madame Maxime and her big bones.
GINNY: When they meet for the next tast, in glory he will bask
When he's awarded points many or all.
RON: But he'll look full of gloom when we're facing our doom:
We haven't our dates for the Yule Ball.
Is that international guy.
GEORGE: And Percy, as he raves so, he will scuttle and slave so
For Bartemius's black
FRED: Bartemius's black
GEORGE: Bartemius's black tie.
So, judges this way vote on Harry each day
At one task or another he's set.
It comes as no surprise, at least in my eyes,
That he has done so well as of yet.
He is a true champion ever since he begun,
And he's going to win in that way.
FLEUR, VIKTOR, and CEDRIC:
I'll be so very proud once I've been avowed
The champion on top on that/zat day
I shall become the/zee prime. I shall fight all the/zee time.
I'll act for all students in my camp!
And all of us shall be in the Great Hall
When wizard judges vote for,
Wizard judges vote for,
Wizard judges vote the champ!
Scene: Hermione, Ron, and Harry are talking about Rita Skeeter.
She's a notorious writer of sorts.
RON: The Daily Prophet, it rules the media,
HERMIONE: Giving figures and bad reports.
She has an extensive reputation.
She writes the worst of the scandalous tales.
RON: She is a key to the Prophet's operation,
And the people she hates are given to fail.
Or a student came in a flying car,
If a wizard or two comes into some fame
HERMIONE: Before she makes him out to be insane,
RON: If the ghouls are put out by the brand new laws
Or someone finds the print of werewolf paws,
HERMIONE: And Harry is right now a sad boy,
In due course he'll be a playboy.
Then so many will say "It's much worse than I thought!"
HARRY: Some know Rita Skeeter is just a loser.
HERMIONE: And just you wait until she has been caught.
HARRY: With a very unusual trick of the trade.
It is highly efficient, a pen in its well,
HERMIONE: Good, remarkably, at the messes it made.
HARRY: It's unfair and more, as I'd like to rave.
HERMIONE: In the total of her occupation,
Many a horrible reputation she gave.
HARRY: Don't let her engage you in conversation.
Their innermost secrets won't get by her.
A deceitful quill, odd glasses and nails,
HERMIONE: And you will be appalled by some of its tales.
HARRY: It writes in a tone filled with drama and sorrow,
HERMIONE: I'm afraid it makes them want to tune in tomorrow!
HARRY: And the quill just makes up these quotes just so!
HERMIONE: And the public will say, "And that just goes to show!"
And that Rita Skeeter is such a loser,
It's a fact that just a few witches know.
Has a wonderful way of causing disorder,
And part of the time she will say you are great,
And part of the time she will say you are over.
She writes down her lies in a paper storm,
And no famous person is really safe,
For that Rita Skeeter is such a loser
That her deception will do more than just chafe.
RON: Or it was Dumbledore's fault that a witch died,
HERMIONE: Or down in the newspaper there drops a story
HARRY: Of a case of some bad, immoral celebritiy,
HERMIONE: If you hear someone say: "Now which witch wrote that?"
It was Rita Skeeter. She's such a loser!
And there's something I know I can do about that!
Scene: The Hogwarts students are supporting Cedric, the real champion
I believe only in Cedric Diggory.
Well, of all things, can it be really?
No! Yes! Oh! Him! Oh, it's him!
Harry may be competing, but I confess
I believe only in Cedric Diggory!
He's a man who has caught many snitches in Quidditch.
He is is now our champion and faces no shame,
Which cannot be said of that Harry Potter's for fame itch.
SPROUT: Students - I think they will all say he is top.
HUFFLEPUFF GIRLS: Cedric's beautiful profile receives my stare,
And all Hogwarts will be proud once Harry has dropped.
When he sits at the table there in the Great Hall
The youngest, smallest first year chokes
No! Yes! Oh! Him! Oh, it's him!
Harry may be competing, but I confess
I believe only in Cedric Diggory!
Well, of all things, can it be really?
No! Yes! Oh! Him! Oh, it's him!
Harry may be competing, but I confess
I believe only in Cedric Diggory!
Well, of all things, can it be really?
No! Yes! Oh! Him! Oh, it's him!
Harry may be competing, but I confess
I believe only in Cedric Diggory!
No! Yes! Oh! Him! Oh, it's him!
Harry may be entered, but he will not win,
For I am here. I'm your Cedric Diggory!
Scene: The Gryffindor common room as Harry and Ron are worrying about not having dates
You have to take some account of the participation of the girls and the boys,
And the intervention of some great bravery.
All girls and all young women, every guy knows,
Are proud and charismatic, passionate foes.
It is always the same, wherever one goes
That more girls and ladies, are following behind
So they are always putting us guys in a bind,
For they don't depart without one of their kind,
And they
FRED, NEVILLE, and LEE (in high voices):
Talk talk talk talk
Talk talk TALK TALK
GEORGE: Until in the end guys finally balk.
Every girl will avoid you for nearly a week
(And that's a long time when it's a date you seek).
Your favorite girl is walking down the hall--
I don't know for certain, but mostly I think
Girls will surround her with not even one chink--
And you get up the nerve to give her a call
When suddenly, you at her feet take a great fall.
They will not advance, or exactly retreat,
But they'll stare at each other, and laugh at their feet,
And they will start to
FRED, NEVILLE, and LEE:
Talk talk talk talk
Talk talk TALK TALK
GEORGE: Until in the end you'll finally balk.
And they
FRED, NEVILLE, and LEE:
Talk talk talk talk
Talk talk TALK TALK
GEORGE: Until in the end you'll finally balk.
Is not tamable and puts up a good fight.
And so all the girls, when faced with a problem
Will find a solution, fight it, and more then;
You'd be wiser to dodge, be careful around them.
And when together they will just giggle and sing
In their hodgety-podgety girlish speaking,
But a terrible din is what most girls dislike,
And your typical boy is louder than any tyke.
There are girls called by many a name:
Lavender, Hannah, and Mandy;
Alicia, Katie, and Cho Chang.
They're even from aross the sea.
There's Mandy, Lisa, and a Susan.
And there's Padma, her twin Parvati.
FRED: And to those that aren't list'ning or taking note
Let the meaning be perfectly plain;
LEE: That Lee Jordan is stating this little quote:
Don't fall for beauty; that can cause pain.
And every last one of them attractive figures;
And so they stride out, awaiting a male's ardor,
Playing their games well as they come down the corridor.
Then some guys and some girls can't help but openly stare,
At them from the hallways as they come from there,
With gall
To the Hall
And they
FRED, NEVILLE, and LEE:
Talk talk talk talk
Talk talk TALK TALK
GEORGE: Until in the end guys finally balk.
FRED, NEVILLE, and LEE:
Hodgety-podgety hodgety-podgety
Hodgety-podgety hodgety-podge
GEORGE: Until in the end guys finally balk.
That picture is enough to make some guys tremble.
And you must put on your indifferent face
And possibly should prepare for the chase.
Of course you must see through all their knavery,
And use the chance to show your great bravery.
Your eyes are like fireballs fearfully blazing,
He gave a great yawn, and his jaws were amazing;
And when he looked out through the bars of the area,
You never saw anything fiercer or hairier.
And what with the glare of his eyes and his yawning,
The Pekes and the Pollicles quickly took warning.
He looked at the sky and he gave a great leap--
And they every last one of them scattered like sheep.
And you get up the nerve to give her a call
All Guys: All hail and all power to your great bravery!
Setting: the Yule Ball
Wizard students come out tonight.
Wizard students come one, come all.
DUMBLEDORE and MCGONAGALL:
The beautiful moon is shining bright.
Wizardlings come to the Tournament Ball.
FRED: Wizard students can take chances.
JUSTIN: Wizard students are merry and bright,
PARVATI: And pleasant to see when we do dances.
GEORGE: Wizard students will have our larks.
SEAMUS: We like to practice our airs and graces
All Students: And wait for the Tournament Ball to start.
PADMA: Wizard students in castles dwell.
ROGER: Wizard students are wily only.
LAVENDER: We know how to dance to Weird Sisters well.
Until the Tournament Ball begins,
We make our toilette and take our repose.
HOGWARTS STUDENTS: Beauxbatons wash behind their shins.
Durmstrang kids wash between their toes.
TERRY: Wizard students are of moderate size.
CEDRIC: Wizardlings fly around on their brooms.
CHO: Wizard students live magic lives.
We're quiet enough in the classroom hours.
We're quiet enough when class is done all.
Reserving ourselves and magical powers
To dance in the night at the Tournament Ball.
HANNAH: Wizard students will go to the ball.
All Students: When it happens it is fin'lly that night
We will pracitce a tango or two in the hall
If it happens you observe us at night
You would think we had no work to do at all.
We are resting and saving ourselves to be right
For the Tri-Tournament and the Tournament Ball
Wizard students come out tonight.
Wizard students come one, come all.
The beautiful moon is shining bright.
Wizardlings come to the Tournament Ball.
Setting: Fleur, Viktor, Ginny, and Harry reflect on Harry's past.
Look at the boy who moves away from you.
Ee is why zee Dark Lord eez fallen with 'is parents dead.
You see the tousled black hair, bright green eyes, and bony kid,
And you vonder if it's he, but there's the scar on his forehead.
Midnight,
Not a sound in the region.
Does Harry have this memory?
He was left so lonely.
In the lamplight
The Dark Lord just sauntered down the street.
The Potters had no warning.
Memory
All alone in the world,
I can smile at the old days
I had family then.
Barely recall the time
I knew what happiness was.
Let my fam'ly live again.
Every streetlamp
Seemed to beat an unseen, deadly warning.
Their lives guttered,
And their friends' words sputtered,
And soon it would be morning.
Memory
All alone in the world,
I can smile at the old days
I had family then.
Barely recall the time
I knew what happiness was.
Let my fam'ly live again.
Setting: after Harry has worked out the egg's meaning
The moments of privacy...
There in the shrieking bathroom I missed the meaning,
And lead me to the meaning Myrtle did in the bathroom.
From a ghostly form I found out the meaning.
I'll fret about my privacy.
It was in that great bathroom that I just found out.
The Merpeople will steal from me - something I like,
Something that I will miss but can not just now name.
The lake, get it out of our lake
Let your sorrowing lead you
Wizen up; dive on in,
And you'll find here the meaning to your happiness.
Then we'll give back what's missing.
The lake, get it out of our lake
Let your sorrowing lead you
Wizen up; dive on in,
And you'll find here the meaning to your happiness.
Then we'll give back what's missing.
Setting: N/A sung by Harry
He's called just You-Know-Who,
For he's so fearsome a villain no one knows what to do.
He's the bafflement of ministries,
All the Auror's despair,
For when they reach the scene of crime Lord Voldemort's not there!
He's outlived any mortal life.
He owns wizards in all the courts.
The areas of destruction would make any beware,
But when you reach the scene of crime Lord Voldemort's not there!
You may look up in the air,
But I tell you once and once again
Lord Voldemort's not there!
He's very pale and thin.
You'd know him if you saw him, but you would then be done in.
His hands are spid'ry, long, and gaunt.
His eyes are eerie red.
His face is snakelike and creepy.
His cloak covers his head.
He sends servants to do the work
While he's elsewhere instead,
And if someone tries to forget,
He's always in their head!
He's but a mockery of man.
Death Eaters call him the Dark Lord.
You may meet him in the Alley,
You may see him in the square,
But when a crime's discovered then Lord Voldemort's not there!
His lackeys are loyal
Or their death maybe found in some obscure Ministry file.
Or the Ministry is rifled
Or when a witch is missing
Or the Minister's been stifled
Or Muggles are attacked, and the
Damage done is past repair
There's the wonder of the thing:
Lord Voldemort's not there!
There never was a man who killed minions for a mission they abort.
He never has an alibi, but cronies he can spare.
Whatever time the deed takes place, Lord Voldemort won't be there!
(I might mention Rookwood, Dolohov, and I might mention Lestrange.)
Are nothing more than agents for the one who all the time
Just controls the operations
The Lord Grindelwald of Crime!
He's but a mockery of man.
Death Eaters call him the Dark Lord.
You may meet him in the Alley,
You may see him in the square,
But when a crime's discovered then Lord Voldemort's not there!
Setting: During the final task- at Hogwarts and in the graveyard
Daylight
See the champions enter
To the maze that is waiting,
The maze they must go through.
As they enter
Last time we see them for awhile.
We are waiting for them all.
When Professor Dumbledore picks up the cup,
Our breath catches eagerly; our patience is thin.
He reads out the kids who must then go on up
And try to come back to their school with a win.
It's done.
We're here at the Quidditch pitch
Waiting for the champions.
Fleur was the first out.
Krum followed her,
Leaving just the two from Hogwarts inside,
And the anxiety mounts.
Memory!
All alone in the maze now.
I saved Cedric from Viktor Krum.
I must turn back around.
When I entered did I go left or take a right?
Let my memory lead again.
Seems to be identical to the last.
All these creatures.
Go 'til someone reaches
The center and has won this.
Outside,
We must wait for the two boys.
There is the golden trophy!
Cedric and I will tie.
My navel tugs,
And a green light hits my companion,
And I know that Cedric died.
The chill, cold air of evening,
The Dark Lord calls,
Another gath'ring begins.
I feel my end is nearing.
Harry!
Has he won this tournament?
All alone with the torment
Of his time with his mum!
There is Harry!
He'll one day know what happiness is...
Look!
The two boys have returned.
Setting: In the Little Hangleton graveyard
Run, run run, run back to Old Dumbledore.
Run, run run, run back to Old Dumbledore.
Run, run run, run back to Old Dumbledore.
Run, run run, run back to Old Dumbledore.
Harry Potter the
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