Harry Potter and the Rising of the Moon

“O come tell me Tom O’Feral, tell me why you hurry so.”
He coughed a hairball, hissed, fur glistened, and his whiskers wiggled low
I bear rumor from Godric’s Hollow that You-Know-Who is through
He killed James and Lily Potter, by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
He killed James and Lily Potter, by the rising of the moon
Then come tell me Tom O’Feral, where the gathering is to be
Old Hagrid says on Privet Drive, muggles live there says he
But McGonagall and Dumbledore should meet Hagrid there soon
On the doorstep of the Dursley’s by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
On the doorstep of the Dursley’s by the rising of the moon
Out from drain pipes, roofs and windows, golden eyes peered through the night
Nay a paw was heard to shuffle, 'neath that amber street lamp light
Rumors ran along the alleys, like the barn owls lowly croon
And a hundred cats were gathered by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
And a hundred cats were gathered by the rising of the moon
On the corner of 4 Privet Drive, a tabby cat did stand
Then the lamp lights disappeared inside old Dumbledore's right hand
A baby slept in Hagrid’s arm when his motorcycle touched down
What will become of Harry Potter by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
What will become of Harry Potter by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
And hurrah, at last, for freedom, by the rising of the moon