It is dark along the road,
But I see there is a house on a hill.
The house on the hill is big,
But no mansion should belong to them.
There are lights on in the mansion on the hill,
Their lives mock me.
Who are they, who live in the house?
They should not be relatives of mine.
I have no family.
I need no family.
Rage blinds my vision,
Hatred lures me there.
Stolen wand in my hand.
Stolen ring on my finger.
I hate them.
They should not be my family.
The door is tall
It is locked.
Alohamora.
Locked no longer.
They are in the living room
I hate them.
Drinking tea.
It will surely stain the priceless rug.
The family sees me
They are confused.
They should not be my family
Stupid muggles.
The older man shouts at me
Get out! Leave!
No, you leave.
Avada Kedavra.
One down.
More people, more filth.
The old woman screams,
Curses me.
Nonsense, old woman. Filth - you die too.
Avada Kedavra.
Two down. One more.
He looks like me.
My muggle father. Filth.
He is confused.
He is enraged.
Filth. Feel my revenge.
Avada Kedavra.
All gone. No more filth.
My deed is done.
There is a house on the hill
And I am leaving it.
Goodbye, house.
You no longer may mock me.