Darkened castle, moving fast,

Round the bend, over and past,

On the way to the office,

That once was Dumbledore�s.



Nearly there,

For where,

Hides the sword

Of Gryffindor.



Gargoyle slides aside,

Up we go, the spiraling stair,

To fetch the sword

Of Gryffindor.



Darkened office, spooky now,

Laugh at my revenge,

I�ll take the sword of Gryffindor,

And send it to a friend.



More revenge than use,

Want it for its sentiments,

Don�t care about the snake,

This is mine.



Snapping shadows come,

Arms restrained, wands taken,

The three rip from my hands,

The Sword of Gryffindor.



They drag us,

To punishment,

To �justice�,

To the Cruciactus Curse.



Neville, Luna, and me.