in the Slytherin common

Malfoy: I dreamed I met a Gryffendor

A most amazing man

He had that look you very rarely find

The haunting hunted kind

I asked him to say what had happened

How it all began

I asked again-he never said a word

As if he hadn't heard

And next the room was full of wild and angry men

They seemed to hate this man-the fell on him and then

They disappeared again

Then I saw thousands of millions crying for this man

And then I heard them mentioning my name

And leaving me the blame