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