Is our mind museum to look after every minute to see if there have any dust around it

Yes, there is I think

Holding a grudge back of our heads

To each other

Hating one another

What a dustbin we holding to ourselves

There’s no sweet talk to each other

Going on and going on around you and myself

Clearness of your mind

It will keep you out of trouble

When it comes to clearing your dustbin

You have to clear it entirely without respect

Every day is a challenge

That’s what I’m hearing

Is it really necessary to make this keep going on?

Nineteen years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry was standing on Platform Nine and Three Quarters. He had seen his two sons, James and Albus, leave for Hogwarts. Life was good. What can go wrong? Well! Let's see! There were all those odd feelings that he had been sweeping under the carpet. No one knew about that, did they?

Part of the series Harry Potter After Hogwarts

Part 1 is Harry Potter and The Viscount Pimlico