FILK: Only Neville

[gingersnape1966 <gingersnape1966@yahoo.com>]

No: HPFGUIDX 50503

To the tune of One Tin Soldier by Coven (I remembered this time)

For the gang of Fourth Man Theorists


Listen children to a story 
That was told so long ago
Bout and auror called Longbottom
And the family he loved so.

Four Deatheaters thought he knew the
Whereabouts of You-Know-Who
So they went and tried to force it
With an evil spell or two.

Go ahead and curse your neighbour.
Go and crucio a friend.
Do it in the name of You-Know-Who
And you'll be honoured in the end.
There won't be any aurors calling
After that dark day,
And the tearfull morning after...
Only Neville flies away.

So the DE's cursed the auror,
Turned their wands on his poor wife,
Left them in their incoherence.
Took the mind, but spared the life.

With no hope of cure or potion,
Life at Mungo's they began.
And they left poor little Neville
In the care of his strong Gran.

Now the wizards cried with anger
Mount your broomsticks!  Draw your wands!
So they captured the deatheaters 
Sent them off to Azkaban.

Little Neville, off at Hogwarts,
Raised his hand, though full of dread.
Asked about the evil curses-
"Crucio" was all he said.

Go ahead and curse your neighbour
Go and crucio a friend.
Do it in the name of You-Know-Who
Azkaban will be your end.
Longbottoms are in St. Mungo's.
Dementors use you for their play.
And the tearfull morning after...
Only Neville flies away.


The flying part is an assumption that Gran came and got him on her 
broomstick-it fit the meter. 
Ginger