For a lifetime of loyalityYou never could predict itcould you?How it all would gowith Harry, Ron, Hermione,for death they wouldn't bow.You never knew itdid you?From the very startThat Ron would marry Hermione,that Bart would kill Bart.We have criedWe have laughedWe have stuck with Harry all this timeFrom the very beginningUntil the very end.But does it really end?Won't we pass the stories on?With owls won't we sendthem to our kids,grandkids, nephews...?Perhaps our godsons.We will tell them, teach them, show themhow Harry Potter changed our livesAnd still is changing usHow a woman named Joannegave us thatgave us all w
Poem from voldyDear Nerdy Longbottom,Roses are redViolets are blueI've killed all your friendsAnd I'm going to kill youLove Voldy <3
Honey"I'm not coming home for dinner...love you, too. Bye."The phone gave a soft glow as she ended the conversation, tucking the device back into its holster. The night was already dark, the stars spattered across the sky like fleck of crimson blood upon virgin snow. She crept across the rooftop, the light breeze stirring her soft blonde hair and startling a few small birds into flight. From her position, she could clearly see her targets, all gathered in the garden courtyard of the home. There were to be no survivors; all eleven participants in the quiet wedding were to be eliminated, starting with the blushing bride.With deadly accuracy that