Yours, Yours, Yours, (a filk)

[Haggridd]

No: HPFGUIDX 78503

This is a filk of the song "Yours, Yours, Yours" from the musical 
1776.

It is the final song (at least until Book VII omes out) in my 
collection of filks from the musical 1776.

This song is dedicated to Constance Vigilance, who is working on her 
first filk.  I am certain it will be splendid.

            Yours, Yours, Yours
(with apologies to John and Abigail Adams)


SCENE:  Harry is talking to his godfather, Sirius Black, via the 
fireplace in Delores Umbridge's office, after being very surprised 
by information gleaned from Professor Snape's Pensieve.

HARRY:
I live like a babe in a nursery
Mollycoddled, kept from news; I hate it.

SIRIUS:
I live like a guest in my own house
Tolerated, protected; I hate it
 
HARRY:
Help me cope with my paternal confusion.
Was my father good? Was that an illusion?

SIRIUS:
Do you think your father grew up all at once?
Remember, any fifteen-year-old boy can act the dunce.

My best friend, James, I'll defend.  James
Became a most splendid young wizard.
How else could he have won Lily's hand?

HARRY:
Then they both kept house in Godric's Grove together 

SIRIUS:
And they joined the Order,
Our faithful band.

BOTH:
They're gone, we're here
I'll miss them forever; now 
Ever shall I be
Yours, yours, yours, yours, yours 

SIRIUS:
Godson, Harry

HARRY:
Godfather, Sirius

BOTH:
Now I must say, "Good night."

-Haggridd