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That moment when Harry and Hermione dance in the tent, when they’ve been abandoned and lost and hunted, and the Wizarding Wireless Network plays this song - OH! Oh goodness, my heart.
They are knocking now upon your door
They measure the room, they know the score
They’re mopping up the butcher’s floor
Of your broken little heart
O children
Forgive us now for what we’ve done
It started out as a bit of fun
