Rating: Big fat G, for Grrrrrrreat
Widerruf: Es's nicht meiner. Keiner von ist. Es gehört alle J. K. Rowling, unser Gott. (Disclaimer: It's not mine. None of is. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling, our God.)
Quirrel's Rap
(yes it must be rapped into order to get the full effect)
Oh, Quirrel you former professor, you,
I just don't know why you do what you do,
I used to think your stuttering was cool,
But now I see you were just a fool,
I used to think you were alright,
But now I know it was all a plight,
To kill me.
You were Voldemort's plaything, a toy in his hands,
You never failed to meet his demands,
Why did you become to easy to control?
I bet your animagus would be a mole,
Because Voldemort burrowed so deep inside,
Such a convenient place for him to hide,
Who would have guessed he was in your head?
If Dumbledore knew, he surely would have said,
But your plan failed, foiled by a kid,
By me, Harry Potter, the boy who lived,
Oh, Quirrel…