Sold on split soul safety, stole six secret symbol boxes
Unapologetic relics: lawless, thoughtless, noxious
Teacups, lockets, trinkets turned to cold consciousness cages
Lost in gobs of goblin gold or saved in sea-soaked caves

Our mission is fishin’ for bits of this wizard,
Uncover the riches that rule his condition

Seven-way splits take a toll on one’s soul,
Even Voldemort’s old patrol can’t hold back

Jeers – sneers – fear to hear
His footsteps near – minds must go clear!
Crimson eyes and snakelike skin,
Pale-faced perpetrator, villainous grin

Embarked upon an epic treasure quest
One chest down, now let’s get the rest
Diary found – first horcrux slain –
Living memory of Riddle met basilisk fang

And we thought we got the locket,
We unlocked it, it was wrong,
But it was lost among the rocks
Inside a salty cove gone closet
So we crossed and sipped the goblet,
Albus dropped with anguished thought
And I was knotted to the spot –
Inferi came flames tamed their rotten flesh

So took boat back to dock, left for Hogwarts like a shot
Dumbledore could barely walk; grabbed his arm, spun on the spot

And stopped.

Dark mark sparkled as we stumbled onto brooms
Dashed through the enchantments toward Dumbledore’s doom

Tallest tower
Darkest hour
And he fell forever faster ‘til his last spell lost its power

Blackened hand from band bearing Gaunt’s gravel
Could not withstand the man that made plans unravel
Severus Snape stood sneering silently,
Snapped to, took Draco, and departed violently

And now, Dumbledore’s dead
Got this endless looping mantra running through my head:
The locket, the cup, the serpent of Voldemort,
Something belonging to Ravenclaw or Gryffindor
[(repeat)]

Quick pit stop at Privet Drive
Then masked attack flash caught the constant Mad-Eye

The wedding was ruined
For the bride and groom when
The lynx slinked in with Kingsley’s patronous bulletin:
The Ministry has fallen; Scrimgeour is dead
Leave your personal belongings, grab your parents or your kids
They are coming,
They are coming, frantic running, voices stunning, dark curses are forthcoming, use your courage and your cunning

[-harp interlude/battle scene-]

Made away to muggle London,
Left entire café stunned and,
Escaped to Grimmauld Place
To face Dumbledore’s fate

Where Kreacher cried criminal activity
Golden chain of cherished wizard ancestry

Fletcher fled far, forgot elf’s enchantment
Mundungus’ mistake; got caught food and hand and

The toad took the treasure, twisted pleasure etched against her dentures
With condescension mentioned Fletcher’s questionable ventures

Now a mass of misadventures at the Ministry
Umbridge proudly perched upon her throne to oversee
Muggleborn banishment beyond honest belief
We marched through the dementors bent on broadening our grief

It was a horrible courtroom, and a woman forced to sit
She quivered in the middle as we shivered and saw it:
A locket long-lost, long-tossed along pockets
A locket long-sought, long thought to be fraudulent

Dangling from Dolores’ toad-like demeanor
Detestation pulsed diligently as we defeated her
Droves of dementors dancing
Ministry curses glancing
More dark forces advancing

Scampered, disapparated, splinched – get the dittany!
Hermione is screaming, freaking at capricious Weasley bleeding
Seeding doubt behind my brow and now the pressure mounts degrees
We need an apt epiphany to beat the proffered prophecy!