O Holey Night - Ministry of Magic

O holey night, with seven Harrys flying

The Boy Who Lived has such friends who care for him

Sorry, Death Eaters, for soon you will be crying

The Order’s here, and your fate is looking grim

A flash of red, and hooded men approaching

Someone’s hit in the side of the head

I’m falling off my broom, and I can’t hear

Out of my left side

It all went black as it became the night I lost my ear

O holey night

You ask how I feel, and though I should be angry

About this wound that has split me from my twin

I feel like a saint;

oh, Fred, do you get it?

I am OK, let the ear jokes bgin

A flash of red, and hooded men approaching

Somone’s hit in the side of the head

I’m falling off my broom, and I can’t hear

Out of my left side

It all went black as it became the night I lost my ear

O holey night

The night I lost my ear

O holey night (O holey night)