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 me 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 gotta save him, I can still hear the crying Gotta get to London, to the Ministry I climbed up on 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?