Dreams

Last night I had a dream; I was walking down a hallway
It was dark, it was cold and I think I’d been there before
I got to the end, and I reached for a handle
But I woke up before I could open the door

Oh, what is wrong with me?
Am I becoming more like He Who Must Not Be Named?

Last night I had a dream; I was walking down a hallway
No, not walking, but slithering on the ground
Into a darkened room, an unsuspecting victim
I sprung, I attacked without a sound

Oh, Dumbledore won’t look at me
And he’s making me learn Occlumency

Am I becoming bad? Am I going mad?
Am I going crazy, or am I just a sad thing?
Am I running out, running out of love?
Can my parents still protect from way up above?
Or am I going bad?

Last night I had a dream; my godfather was dying
Row ninety-seven, Department of Mysteries
Oh, I have got to save him; I can still hear the crying
Got to get to London, to the Ministry

I climbed upon a Thestral, and I raced as fast as lightning
I hoped that Sirius was not dead
But when I arrived, my dreams had been lying
Voldemort had been playing with my head

Oh, things are not as they seem
I am through with these dreams

Am I becoming bad? Am I going mad?
Am I going crazy, or am I just a sad thing?
Am I running out, running out of love?
Can my parents still protect me from way up above?
Or am I going bad?