[Intro] Spent most my life feeling like the extra chair at the table. [Verse 1] Five brothers first, then me, hard trying be what they already be. Bill got brains, Charlie got fame, Percy chased glory attached to his name. Fred and George walked in, rooms changed fast, Ginny grew fearless while I still lagged back. Second-hand robes and a wand taped tight, spent half my childhood feeling half the right size. Then Harry came looking all lost at our place, sat at our table like he needed the space. First kid alive who looked at our mess like noise and bad cooking could still mean blessed. [Hook] I’m just one out of seven, one more chair filled at eleven. Big dreams same as everybody else, just never knew how to think that for myself. Harry got stories. Hermione got answers. I got jokes and a fear of being left behind. Still they kept me by their side. [Verse 2] People think jealousy comes out loud, sometimes it just sits in a crowded room quiet. Watching your best mate save the day again, watching Hermione know things before they’re said. Sometimes I got mean. Truth is, I knew it. Every bad word left my mouth, I felt stupid. Horcrux hanging round my neck talking low: “She’ll choose him.” “You’ll never be enough.” Worst part? Part of me thought it was right. [Hook] I’m just one out of seven, one more chair filled at eleven. Big dreams same as everybody else, just never knew how to think that for myself. Harry got courage. Hermione got grace. I spent years scared they’d outgrow my place. Still they saved me one more space. [Verse 3] War changes what matters fast. You stop caring who finishes first in class. Fred still laughing while the castle shook, Mum screaming names through smoke and dust. And Harry— walking to death looking weirdly calm. That kind of brave does something to your heart. Made me realize standing there afraid still counts as staying when everybody breaks. [Hook] I’m just one out of seven, one more voice lost in the yelling. Big dreams same as everybody else, finally learned I don’t need to be somebody else. Harry got scars. Hermione got fire. Me? I just stayed when things got dire. Turns out that’s enough sometimes.
