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All of my Death Eaters,
You know I am more than a man.
Of my power I am justly proud.
Remember Death Eaters,
We are wizards with blood purer than
The common vulgar weak blood traitor crowd!
So tell me Death Eaters,
Why that boy is sitting there
Alive and undamaged, healthy and whole?
The blood of this hero
With his green eyes and raven hair
Will restore a body to my soul.
Wormtail, don’t fail, I require your skin
And bones of my sire
To make me stronger than I’ve been.
It’s all your fault! You are to blame!
Blood purity at stake, don’t treat it like a game!
It’s all your fault! You knew my plan
That I wouldn’t die like an ordinary man.
Now it would appear that
This invention has served me well,
A potion made of blood and flesh and bone.
Destroy Harry Potter
And let him taste the torture spell!
But death will come from me and me alone!
Avada Kedavra!
Now Harry it’s your turn!
Your situation is dire!
Your mum died, now it’s your turn!
I have killed your father,
I have killed your mother.
Your parents died, now it’s your turn!!!