"Dad, I think..." Harry couldn't explain it, would never be able to explain it, couldn't explain how he suddenly knew the words, the melody, or the dance steps, or even why he wanted to do this. But he was suddenly joining everyone else dancing and singing, and at the moment, it was the best feeling in the world.
"Now the time just seems to fly when we’re hanging with the boys, when we’re cheering and when no one keeps the score," he sang, "come on, Dad!" Harry gestured.