His Gift Was My Song
By Arsenic Kiss
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to
the brilliant J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note: Slightly different from my usual style of poems…It's not quite
as humorous as the others are supposed to be…But enjoy. It's from the point of
view of the Singing Get Well Card that Ginny gives Harry after his bout with
the dementors in second year. Hope you like it! :)
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You know,
I tried.
Really I did.
But I can't help it if my voice is not its best at the moment!
The little girl,
who has such the infatuation with
that Harry Potter jerk,
was so excited to give me to him.
So, I took the job.
Tried to make her happy, you know.
She was a sweet little thing.
The dear put so much thought,
love,
care,
sweat!,
BLOOD!
EVEN PICKLED RADISHES for goodness sake
into me.
Then she
Walked me, nervously, up to the hospital wing.
Shaking like a groovin' booty, her little hands were.
Not that I really have that much
erm...experience
in that area. (*cough*)
Anyway,
She quickly handed me into the hands of that stinking, filthy, messy-haired "hero" that everyone loves so much...(*mumblemumble*)
Who supposedly fell off his broom after seeing a dementor or something stupid like that, the little softie...
And mumbled something along the lines of "Imadethisforyou,Ihopeyoufeelbetterbye"
Blushed furiously, the poor dear,
And left me.
Alone.
With the idiot.
Then the idiot stared down at me with a look of mild interest. I had already noticed that evil gleam in his acid green eyes...
I was about to do what I was made to do.
I thought that possibly I could soften this boy's heart with my song.
My voice.
I would dazzle him with my glorious, triumphant tenor!
My vabratto would ring through the corridors, filling every inch of space with my magnificent song!
MY VOICE!
Then he did it..
He opened me.
I sang!
And then,
this idiot of a boy,
PUT THOSE FILTHY LITTLE WHITE HANDS
TO HIS EARS!
TO COVER THEM! TO STOP MY SONG! MY SONG!
Why?
I thought to myself, now horribly offended.
Why? Does he not like my song?
How could he not like my song, my voice, my angel?!
I admit, I did have a slightly sore throat,
Which I tried to soothe before she brought me.
Limmink's Lemon Herbal Throat Potion helped a tad bit.
But apparently not enough.
He tried to shut me.
I resisted.
He shut me this time.
I opened back up.
Hahahaha. This was getting to be quite fun indeed.
But I could not be prepared for the hideous act of evil that he did next...
In one swift motion,
He...
He lifted up a bowl of fruit on his bedstand...
Slapped me underneath the shadow cast by the bowl...
I looked up towards it's top. Sickly, cold...It was death itself.
And it came down,
Crashed upon my face.
In my last moments I crooned softly one last wavering note...Of defeat.
And then it was over.
Darkness overcame me
My time had come.
Damn that Harry Potter