Stone‑Warden's Quiet Gloaming

Lyrics

[Verse 1] She walks the halls with steady grace, no foolish trick escapes her gaze. A stern command, a watchful face, has guided children through their days. But underneath that gaze of stone, a loyal heart has always grown. She asks no praise, she seeks no fame, yet guards each child who bears their name. [Pre-Chorus] And when the night consumes the sky, when shadows rise and torches die, the ancient towers hear her roar: The Lioness of Gryffindor. [Chorus] She is the Lioness of Gryffindor, hear her footsteps shake the floor. When fire falls and darkness calls, she stands before the castle walls. Raise your wands and hold the line, through smoke and flame our hearts combine. As long as courage still survives, the heart of Hogwarts stays alive. [Verse 2] She watched her students come and go, saw frightened children learn and grow. She watched old friends she loved depart, and carried every name at heart. She wore her sorrow like a shield, but never once was made to yield. And when all hope had nearly gone, she raised her wand and carried on. [Pre-Chorus] Now darkness waits outside the door, and footsteps thunder on the floor. She lifts her wand and takes her place: “You will not take this sacred place.” [Chorus] She is the Lioness of Gryffindor, hear her footsteps shake the floor. When fire falls and darkness calls, she stands before the castle walls. Raise your wands and hold the line, through smoke and flame our hearts combine. As long as courage still survives, the heart of Hogwarts stays alive. [Bridge – quiet] At break of dawn the Great Hall sleeps, while silent stone remembers, weeps. Where laughter filled the room before, some voices will be heard no more. She sees the spaces left behind, each empty chair, each face in mind. She bows her head beneath the sky, for even lionesses cry. [Build] But from the ashes comes a flame, and Hogwarts still recalls their names. She lifts her head, she lifts her wand, one final time she makes her stand. [Final Chorus] She is the Lioness of Gryffindor, hear the ancient castle roar. From deepest dungeon, highest tower, Hogwarts rises in this hour. Raise your wands and stand as one, for those we lost before the dawn. For every soul, for every light, we carry them into the fight. She needs no crown upon her head, no golden words for what she did. For when the final light grows dim, her courage burns from deep within. And while her heart still guards these halls, while courage lives within these walls, one truth remains forevermore: While the Lioness still stands, so stands Hogwarts.