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Do you have to live with people always gaping at your head?
Do you always have to worry which of your friends’ll end up dead?
It's like flying on a thestral not knowing when you'll dive.
Do you know, what it's like to have no parents alive?
When you used to have a godfather,
But now there’s no Sirius Black.
When Voldemort terrifies you, but how can you fight back?
You don't know.
I know you don't know.
You say that you're hurting, it sure doesn't show!
You don't know.
I tell you, let me go!
And you may say so, but I say you don't know.
The sensation that you're dueling, but no strategy is sound.
Or the feeling that you're fleeing, but you can still be found.
He just keeps trying to kill me day by day by day by day.
You don't know, you don't know what it's like to live that way.
Like a refugee, a fugitive, forever on the run.
If he gets me he will kill me, but I don't know what I've done.