Holding Out for Harry

Where’ve all the good wizards gone

And where are all the warlocks?

Where’s the streetwise Moodys

To fight the monsters of the lochs?

Isn't there a sorcerer fighting for his noble creed?

Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need…

I need a Potter! I'm holding out for Harry till the end of the night!

He's gonna be strong and he's gonna be fast and he's gonna be fresh from the fight

I need a Potter! I'm holding out for Harry till the morning light!

He's gonna be sure and it's gonna be soon and he's gonna be larger than life

Somewhere after midnight in my wildest fantasy,

Somewhere just beyond my reach he'll be there reaching back for me.

Racing on a Firebolt and so hot he gives off heat…

It’s gonna take a Quidditch star to sweep me off my feet!

I need a Potter! I'm holding out for Harry till the end of the night!

He's gonna be strong and he's gonna be fast and he's gonna be fresh from the fight

I need a Potter! I'm holding out for Harry till the morning light!

He's gonna be sure and it's gonna be soon and he's gonna be larger than life

Flying on the back of a dragon, soaring over the sea,

I would swear that he's somewhere watching me.

Unafraid to play Quidditch in the rain or the storm or the mud,

I’ll love him regardless of his status of blood!