It’s the End of Harry’s World As We Know It (to the tune of “It’s The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)” by REM)

(NB- The incongruous final line is in the original, but Robin Smallburrow suggests it may express Ms. Rowling’s feelings.)

That's great, it starts with Dementors, owls,
spells, expulsion and Mrs. Figg is not a Muggle.
Major Dursley uproar, Uncle Vernon very sore – Dursleys

want to oust Harry, Order comes to get Harry. Take off
when the wand sparks, Advance Guard, witches 
start to shiver with the cold mid-flight. Putter-outer puts out,

Dumbledore’s the Secret Keeper, government’s
for hire and it’s combat time. Leave the Wizengamot hearing in
a hurry with Malfoy breathing down your neck. Back to school,

Dark Arts sissified, trumped up, tethered, cropped
And taught by a toad. Fine, then. Uh oh,
sadism in detention, ink is blood, but be tough. Save
the day, save the world. Umbridge serves her own needs,
Snape’s heart doesn’t bleed, Dumbledore won’t look at you
McGonagall is in a fright, right? Your adolescent,
slightly prescient, bad dreams flash green, feeling pretty
down.

It's the end of Harry’s world as we know it.
It's the end of Harry’s world as we know it.
It's the end of Harry’s world as we know it and I feel fine.

Eight o'clock study hour, first years barfing in the tower.

Stay awake, don’t get tired, your godfather’s in the fire

Snake attacks, Weasley bleeding, kettle Portkey, Christmas
turkey. Occlumency with Snape sticky moments escalate.
Dark doorway, dark dreams. Round room, doom bound.
Toadie spills, toad spits, uh-oh, this means no
more Dumbledore. Slytherins steer clear! A labyrinth,
a labyrinth, a labyrinth of lies. Offer me solutions,
offer me alternatives and I decline.

It's the end of Harry’s world as we know it.
It's the end of Harry’s world as we know it.
It's the end of Harry’s world as we know it and I feel fine.

The other night I dreamt of wands, ancient doorway to Beyond
Black doors in a line, Lucius
Malfoy, Ludo Bagman, Barty Crouch Jr., Bellatrix
Lestrange. Death Eaters, thestral riders, crystal ball. You’re
guilt-ridden, thoughts hidden, cruciatus, right? Right.

It's the end of Harry’s world as we know it.
It's the end of Harry’s world as we know it.
It's the end of Harry’s world as we know it and I feel fine… fine…

(It's time I had some time alone)