Disclaimer: I don't own the song this is based off of ("The Fields of Glory" by the High Kings) or Harry Potter. Oh well. Read on:
I was born in a family
Whose members admired
Their great Quidditch heroes
And how they aspired
To fly above mountains
And always be winners
And never give less than their all.
I once met and old man
Who told me great stories
Of legends of old
Who played hard for the glory
Of lifting the Cup
In that moment of triumph
His memories kept me enthralled.
In the skies, the skies of glory
In the skies where boys become men
In the skies, the skies of glory
May the best House win, win in the end.
Supporting the team
With a true sense of place
Are the handfuls of people
With pride on their faces
They come from the castle
The greenhouse, the village
Their banners they proudly unfurl.
An anthem of hope
Is the song they are singing
As the whistle, it sounds
And the game, it begins.
And the roar of the crowd
Echoes up to the heavens
It sends out a clarion call.
In the skies, the skies of glory
In the skies where boys become men
In the skies, the skies of glory
May the best House win, win in the end.
I'm remembering Hogwarts
And cool Autumn weather
A couple of young lads
Playing Quidditch together
Both hoping that someday
The call they will answer
To fly for the place they were born.
In the skies, the skies of glory
In the skies where boys become men
In the skies, the skies of glory
May the best House win, win in the end.
I'm remembering Hogwarts
And cool Autumn weather
A crowd of young lads
Playing Quidditch together
The roar of the crowd
Echoes up to the heavens
It sends out a clarion call.
Note: This is Ron as a little kid meeting Dumbledore for the first time at the Burrow (not in the books).
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