Слова:
Creevey Crisis

Dear Tom, I don?t feel so good this morning I woke up and my poor head was pounding Feels like I?m all out of sorts in every way Can?t quite recall just

Tonight I won?t be coming home to you Tonight we?ve got so much to do Tonight I can?t give my love to you Tonight I?ll promise when we?re through My

?Best mates? we?re supposed to be Fight to the end, and all that jazz You were so sure, to come along To take him down and end it all Our eager planning

This castle will never hold us back Tapestries and hidden halls have met their match Down to the kitchens and out on the grounds The Marauders will never