"Mud-bloods"
(Chorus
[Muggle Borns *softly, then growing louder*]:
We're called mud-bloods . . .
The muggle-born.
Looked down upon
By Slytherin.
We are the living examples that anyone can be magic!
So don't forget, you must not forget,
That we are wizards [*Hermione glares*]—witches too.)
(Hermione):
Like all mud-bloods', I once thought,
"If they make fun, I won't give a damn!"
But now I know it hurts
A lot more than I'd planned . . .
Class isn't over when it ends,
The spells never leave my mind.
I study hard to make sure
That I don't fall behind!
(Chorus)
(Hermione):
Mud-bloods hit walls on every side,
We don't belong in any place!
There's no way we can lie,
Our secret's in our names.
I never thought one day I'd be
A half-breed in a world that's scorned . . .
And then, I was Petrified
Just cause I'm muggle-born!
(Chorus)
We're wizards like you.
So what if we
Were brought up to know
Muggle families?
It's not fair!
(Chorus)
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