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Christmas Song Parodies CompetitionTo the tune of Hark! The Herald Angels Sing Submitted by Tiffany (MuggleTiff) All the Slyth’rin students sing, "Ronald Weasley is our King!" Their cruel taunts are far from mild; We shout back with words reviled. Watch Ron on his Cleansweep rise, To the goalposts in the skies. "Block the Quaffle!" we proclaim. Weasley wins the House Cup game! Gryffindor students all sing, "Ronald Weasley is our King!" Ron, by his teammates adored: Ron, the Quidditch Keeper Lord. Red-haired like his dad and mum; Jealous of ol’ Viktor Krum. Loves adventures with Harry; Secret crush: Hermione; Broken wand backfires spells; Hear him exclaim "Bloody hell!" Gryffindor students all sing, "Ronald Weasley is our King!" Hail! Lover of Hogwarts feasts! Hail! Master of Wizard’s Chess! Scared of hairy eight-legged things; Dreams of Veela French-girl flings! Crashed his dad’s car that could fly; Predicts phony ways he’ll die: Font of laughter and great mirth, Weasley’s sixth son at his birth. Gryffindor students all sing, "Ronald Weasley is our King!" To the tune of "O, Little Town of Bethlehem" Submitted by Alison O, Little Whinging, Surrey; O, number four, Privet Drive, 'Twas there one night in darkness that a child did arrive. His name was Harry Potter; of him the seer foretold, He could defeat the Dark Lord, that power he did hold. "For 'lo the one approaches," the prophesy proclaimed, "Born to those who thrice defied 'He who shall not be named.'" And when Lord Voldemort heard it, he set out to destroy, The one of whom 'twas spoken: the little Potter boy. He went to Godric's Hollow completely unaware, His death curse would be powerless against the infant there. His mother died to save him, at that fateful hour. 'Twas Lily Potter's sacrifice marked Harry with love's power. Harry, he was marked that night, when Voldemort raised his wand. He became the Dark Lord's equal before the morning dawned. His heart is filled with courage, he still shall face great strife, For either he or Voldemort, must end the other's life. So let us lift our voices and sing with grateful joy, For the grace that did preserve that courageous magical boy. And every wizard in England, may raise a glass and cry, "Here is to Harry Potter, the boy who did not die." To the tune of "The Grinch Song" Submitted by Janice (evlpez) You're a mean one, Voldemort You really should be dead I try to get some sleep but then you Keep me from my bed, Voldemort You're a real pain when you mess with my head You're a monster, Voldemort, You're such a cunning snake, Your cause is one of hatred, you leave bodies in Your wake, Voldemort, I'd love to feed you to the giant squid in the lake! You're a foul one, Voldemort, The foulest in some time As Dumbledore beat Grindelwald so too Is your butt mine, Voldemort. I'll make you cry for your mother and smile As I listen to you whine. You're a rotter, Voldemort, You're the king of sinful sots When I'm done I'll have to clean my wand Of worse than just Troll snot, Voldemort. When I get a chance you'll see I'm more powerful than you ever thought! You nauseate me, Voldemort. With your ugly, absent nose You're as handsome as a screwt but then I guess that's how it goes, Voldemort. You'll rue the day you ever messed with me, my friends and my family when I slap you around with a wet, rubber hose! You're a foul one, Voldemort, You're a nasty wasty skunk, Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Voldemort, The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote, "Stink, stank, stunk"! To the tune of "Silent Night" Subbmitted by Sirius Silent night; Halloween night All was calm; all was bright Round yon corner Dark Lord peeped In the door 'cause Peter did sneak Of the house where the Potters hide, So Alohomora he cried. Silent night; Halloween night Dark Lord framed 'gainst the light James yelled, "Take Harry and run" "I'll hold him off, just save our son" A duel ensued and James fell dead Voldemort turned to Harry's small bed. Silent night; Halloween night Harry's crib, Voldy's next sight Lily stood protesting his path. Threw herself 'tween her child and his wrath A love charm she left on Harry A pure gift he'll always carry. Silent night; Halloween night Voldy laughed at Lily's plight. Harry alone before him now A wand was aimed at his head and brow. The curse words bounce and Voldy was torn And the boy who lived was born. To the tune of "God rest ye merry gentlemen" Submitted by Megan Let nothing you dismay For Sirius Black you helped escape that dark, cold gloomy day. You flew him to his safety and helped him run away! Now he's finally free from Azkaban! Azkaban! Now he's finally free from Azkaban. God rest ye merry hippogriff And hear old Sirius sigh. He is getting lonely and I know that you know why. Thank goodness for young Harry Potter who to Sirius does reply. Thank God above for Harry Potter! Harry Potter! Thank God above for Harry Potter. God rest ye merry hippogriff, Now I see you cry. It's such a sad thing that Sirius had to die. He's caught behind that veil somewhere where he can not reply! Long live Sirius Black! Sirius Black! Long live Sirius Black. To the tune of "Away in a manger" Submitted by Ainsley Away on a doorstep, no crib for a bed, The young Harry Potter laid down his scarred head. Two twinkling blue eyes looked down where he lay, The young Harry Potter then slept until day. Mrs. Dursley screams and the baby awakes, But young Harry Potter knows not what awaits. Oh poor Harry Potter stuffed in a cupboard, Soon you’ll fly away in an blue rusted Ford. Have faith little Harry, Good things come your way. Soon enough you will never, Be bullied this way. Although you will face death And worse yet to come, At least you’ll be happy, Your days filled with fun.
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