We cut through the sky like Gryffindor's sword through a snake;
riding high on our brooms, for they can't keep pace.
Go! Go! Go!


Death Eaters just behind; green light illuminates the sky.
It's all we can do to dodge the curses flying by.

Go! Go! Go!

With seven Potters, there's a million ways we will make it home tonight.

Oh, tonight, we must fly.

We're split apart high above the English countryside;

we must get Harry to safety, now, we must turn this war's tide.
Go! Go! Go!


An errant spell turns a Weasley twin into a saint;
a holey man. If we can outrun our fate, if we can..
Go! Go! Go!



With seven Potters, there's a million ways we will make it home tonight.

Oh, tonight, we must fly.

So Hagrid falls; I'd rather tear my heart out than leave him behind.

I spin 'round like a wand, and race back towards these troubled times.
And I ain't coming home another casualty of this legendary war;
will someone please tell me what it is we are fighting for?


We're fighting for love!
Love!

Love!
Love!


With seven Potters, there's a million ways we will make it home tonight.
Oh, tonight, we shall fight.