If you're looking for a hero, you shouldn't look to me.
Why me?
I'm just a young kid.
The Boy Who Lived is just an identity.
You see, just growing up is rough enough,
and you want it done too fast.
So fast.
And normalcy is not easy when everyone knows your past.
The wealth that I've amassed will help me pay for every class.
My quidditch broom is unsurpassed, but...
Mom and dad died.
They tried to protect me.
If you're looking for a hero, you shouldn't look to me.
Before I can be who you foresee, I have to hit puberty.
I'm pretty sure my blood's not pure, but that's not the mystery.
My mother's son, the Chosen One, it's all in the prophecy.
If you're looking for a hero, you shouldn't look to me.
And nobody knows I never chose to be a celebrity.
Everywhere I go, they say, "Hey. There's Harry Potter.
That's Harry Potter. Look at the scar.
He's attending Hogwarts with your son, with your daughter.
THE Harry Potter. So Far."
"After just one year, he will become your friend Harry.
Dear old friend Harry. Though he could die.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has returned and it's scary for little Harry.
Poor guy."
I can never seem to keep myself out of danger.
School's always stranger, starting each fall.
With my friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger,
we will endanger you all.
Your call.
Through my childhood, I was abused as an orphan.
Used as an orphan.
What can you do?
Little Thomas Riddle was another young orphan.
Don't let me morph in to You-Know-Who.
Can you say Avada Kedavra!?
Lord Voldemort's returned and now he looks like a dead snake.
Go right ahead, Snape.
Say you obey.
All of this is giving me the world's biggest headache.
This kind of headache won't go away.
Who am I fooling?
We've had enough schooling.
The Dark Lord is ruling.
It's time to start dueling.
The time has arrived to decide if we all take flight.
Voldemort is back, ready to attack.
And I'm still alive.
Choose a side and let's stand and fight.
Steady all your wands. Ready in response.
What we've learned, please don't forget it.
Though the teachers haven't said it,
If you live, it's extra credit.
Teachers have taught us the spells, they have shown 'em.
There's Stupefy, Lumos, Expecto Patronum,
Petrificus Totalus, and there is far worse than expelliarmus.
Avada Kedavra's the worst of the worst.
Why is it so hard to find responsible teachers
when the course features Dark Arts Defense.
They try to attack me in the class, in the bleachers, with evil creatures.
Killed my parents.
Hufflepuff.
Ravenclaw.
Slytherin.
Gryffindor.
What have we studied for?
Voldemort wanted another Wizarding War.
He will never quit.
Soul's already split.
He can take a hit.
Let's settle the score.
Let us do it for Dumbledore!
We will win the day.
We are the D.A.
Every muggle who has seen us knows the struggle is between us.
So let's gather all around here for the ultimate showdown.
Here is the lowdown, kill or be killed.
We will fight forever.
Neither of us will slow down, but one will go down, as billed.
Big build.
You want immortality.
You don't see the irony that for all eternity you'll live on in infamy.
And now it's just you and me.
See if a curse that is so unforgivable can still be livable now.
My friend, neither of us survives while the other is living.
The end.
There is nowhere to hide.
Every trick you have tried.
Innocent people have died.
And so, Where's the love you got rid of?
You might want to look within.
Look in my eyes and realize the good guys always win.
What can you possibly do?
Where can you possibly go?
Could it be possibly true?
How could the prophecy know I was a HERO!
Mom knew.
And Dad knew.
And Dumbledore did too.
And all that we've been through, no magic can undo what you will know now.
YOU'LL KNOW NOW!