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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