Well, what do you know? I finally dicided to write something. As you probably already guessed from that, this is my first story. I don't expect sympathy for this being my first story; say what you really think about it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters, and if you don't know who did, find out you baka.
No One Will Know
Golden curls were still as she scanned the field of red roses.
She wasn't sure what she was looking for, but when she found it, she knew.
Bloody, broken, and dead.
Glowing blond stained with pink.
Motionless grey eyes stared up at the sky in wonder; nothing moved.
There was the slight rustle of a loose sleeve in the wind, but the hand was white marble.
Hands that could do wondrous things, if she so wished it.
But no one will ever know.
Only two knew of what those hands could achieve; one was already dead.
If she was lucky, the second will be soon.
Then no one would know.
Of the forbidden bliss.
Of the treacherous activities.
Of the labyrinth of deceptions spun.
Yes, the night will be at its peak; the moon silently watching.
Red roses will fall in bouquets.
And no one will ever know.
A/N: Review if you want. I don't care, but reading what people think about this might be nice. Flamers, flame all you want; again, I don't really care.