Leaving Hogwarts
A/N: The whole thing here is based off of the song 'Anatevka' from Fiddler on the Roof. I've changed some words to make it fit Hogwarts instead of Anatevka. I'm sorry about repeating 'Hogwarts' so much, but it has two syllables and Anatevka has four. It's set after Harry's seventh year, when Hogwarts is ravenged beyond repair. I've added my little joke by putting Dobby, Winky, Peeves, and Bouncing Bulbs in there, but it's not enough to lighten the whole overcast feeling. This filk is angst. I hope you enjoy it anyway.
Flitwick: Minerva, we've dreaded for all our lives for this. Wouldn't now be a good time for Dumbledore's painting to speak?
McGonagall: We'll have to wait for him to speak someplace else. Meanwhile, let's start packing.
Sprout: Well, Hogwarts hasn't been exactly the Garden of Eden.
Vector: That's true.
McGonagall: After all, what've we got here?
A little bit of this, a little bit of that,
Slughorn: A vial,
Dobby: A bottle,
Hooch: A broom,
McGonagall: A hat.
Slughorn: "Someone should've set match to this place years ago."
Trelawny: A orb.
Sprout: Or a Bouncing Bulb.
Hagrid: blows nose What's a house?
Winky: Or a stove?
Flitwick: The Muggles who've passed by Hogwarts don't even know they've been here.
Peeves: A stick of wood.
Pomfrey: A piece of cloth.
Everybody: What do we leave? Nothing much. Only Hogwarts. (holds 'Hogwarts')
Hogwarts, Hogwarts. Hogwarts, Hogwarts. Magical, overlarge, Hogwarts, Hogwarts.
Where else could Quiddich be so sweet?
Hoggy, warty Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts.
intimate, obstinate, Hogwarts. (holds 'Hogwarts')
where I know everyone I meet.
Soon I'll be a stranger in a strange, new, place.
Searching for an old familiar face.
From my old Hogwarts,
I belong in my dear Hogwarts.
Sparkling, workaday, Hogwarts, Hogwarts.
Dear little castle little home of mine.
McGonagall: It's just a place.
Hagrid: blows nose again Our forefathers have been forced out of many, many places, at a moment's noticed.
Flitwick: Maybe that's why we always wear our hats.