You’re not the wizard that we thought you were
A pure candy-loving magical myth
Your death is bringing out a disturbing darkness
That I kind of wish you’d been buried with

I’m hearing hearsay that you dabbled in the dark arts
And your dad maimed muggles for a good laugh
Now that you’re gone I wish I’d taken the time to ask you
About the person that you were in the past

Oh you’re not the wizard that I thought you were
I’m hearing things I’d rather have been forgot
When I asked you what you saw when you looked into the mirror
You just told me you were holding some socks

Oh what did you see in the mirror
Was it warm and wooly winter wear
Or was it the ghost of your sister
What did you see in there?

Now I’m the same age as you were then
But I’m struggle-uggle-ling to comprehend
How you could ever entertain the thought that magic is might
How being talented could give you the right

I know you were entranced by the power and slickness
Of that ambitious wizard supremacist
And it makes me so sick “the Greater Good”
So sick the things that you would do for it

Oh you’re not the wizard that I thought you were
I’m hearing things I’d rather have been forgot
That pathway to the power you sought meant means so mean
I’m still coming to terms with the shock

Now I’m seeing you in the mirror
But is it really your blue eyeball in there?
Can I trust you? do you even care about me here
The boy who lived, do you even care?

Oh you left me a mess and some pieces of a puzzle
But I don’t even know where to start
Your bequeathals keeping us in the dark

And in this space I realize that there was little in me you’d confide
I don’t know if you ran out of time
Would you even tell me if you were alive?

You’re not the wizard I thought you were