Snape's Funeral
You know why we hate you,
You know why we won't cry.
You know why we weren't sad at all,
On the day you died.
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Lucius:
I thought you would've known by now,
That we were never real friends,
And that all the Dark Lord's traitors,
Meet their sticky ends.
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Me:
I hate the way you talked to me,
I remember all your lies.
I knew you can't be trusted,
I could see it in your eyes.
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Bella:
Burn in hell, you greasy git,
But this isn't you worst nightmare.
Enjoy your pain-free time,
Until we meet you there.
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We have to go now,
A party at Woodsmanor awaits.
Now, see what it is like,
Being betrayed by those you counted mates.
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