Jingle bells,Twilight smells
Edward ran away
Bella died and Jacob cried
Potter all the way!
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout,
I'm telling you why:
Voldemort is tapping, your phone
He's bugging your room
He's reading your mail
He's keeping a file
And running a tail
Voldemort is tapping, your phone.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, Lord Voldemort gave to me
Twelve murdered bodies,
Giant evil dragon,
Ten chasing Death Eaters,
Nine creepy death-notes,
Eight holes in my sweater (NOOO!!),
Adead Cedric Diggory,
Abad reputation,
Afreaky stone that keeps burning,
A giant snake in the bathroom,
The death of my parents,
The revealing of my past,
And alightning-shaped scar on my head!!!
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