HP, Third Year, Lyrics by Dylan

Before he’d had time to think, Harry had taken his eyes off the Snitch and looked down. At least a hundred dementors, their hidden faces pointing up at him, were standing beneath him. It was as though freezing water were rising in his chest, cutting at his insides.
And then he heard it again. . . . Someone was screaming, screaming inside his head . . . a woman . . . “Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!”
“Stand aside, you silly girl . . . stand aside, now. . . .”
“Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead —”
Numbing, swirling white mist was filling Harry’s brain. . . . What was he doing? Why was he flying? He needed to help her. . . . She was going to die. . . . She was going to be murdered. . . . He was falling, falling through the icy mist.
“Not Harry! Please . . . have mercy . . . have mercy. . . .” A shrill voice was laughing, the woman was screaming, and Harry knew no more. Rowling, J.K. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (p. 72). Pottermore Publishing. Kindle Edition.

“Dumbledore was really angry,” Hermione said in a quaking voice. “I’ve never seen him like that before. He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his wand, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his wand at the dementors. Shot silver stuff at them. They left the stadium right away. . . . He was furious they’d come onto the grounds. We heard him —”
“Then he magicked you onto a stretcher,” said Ron. “And walked up to school with you floating on it. Everyone thought you were . . .” Rowling, J.K. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (p. 73). Pottermore Publishing. Kindle Edition.

How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?
How many seas must the white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly before they’re forever banned?

Madam Pomphrey was worried that her charge was too quiet this time. Wasn’t bouncing back. She didn’t know about the late-night visits with a friendly house-elf named Dobby and the exchange of information between the two.

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

She didn’t know about the complaint he had lodged at the beginning of the year over the three first years who had been Kissed on the train, and the “Discussion” he had had with the headmaster that he should ignore it “For the Greater Good.”

Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist before it is washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head and pretend that he just doesn’t see?

No one but he and his elf-friend knew of the late nights spent saving multiple memories of that attack for those first-year parents so that they would know what happened to their children. With extra copies for the press as needed for later.

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

And having Dobby make sure those families got their loved one’s bodies and memories. Despite the Headmaster and the ministry.

Yes, and how many times must a man look up before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take till he knows that too many people have died?

And she did not see, refused to see, as he found out, that several others had been Kissed in the stands. And had made sure their families would know and get the bodies of their loved ones.

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

She signed his permission slip to bypass his term finals and to be escorted to Diagon for pick-up by his family early.
Not knowing all those families, and their extended families had been told to meet him there along with the press.
A press who had also been given those same memories.

How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?
How many seas must the white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry?

They would hear him speak of a minister and government who, in the process of trying to bring in one man, had caused the deaths of more people to die than the man had been found guilty of.
And all of the upcoming generation.

Yes, and how many deaths will it take till he knows that too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind