Something 'bout the Potters

must be in my mind. 

Why, I took the, 'vol de mort'

something more to find. 

Why, these movements, always there?

Why, it's moving, moving still. 

Can it captivate the mind? 

Must it always be so full?

 

Why you loved the Potters. 

Why you love them still. 

It must be authenticity. 

What language never will