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The Serpent's Curse
His ashes floated away,
the wizard world knew they were safe.
Harry Potter had done his deed.
He saved the world from Voldemort's greed.
The Deathly Hallows were connected.
The world was safe.
Oh, how the world thought it was over.
But, she became pregnant with twins.
His loving servant.
The prettiest in Slytherin tower,
best you'd ever seen.
Curled black hair,
and eyes ever so green.
She bare the children in his name,
spoke of his fame.
But, oh
the serpent's curse she brought on us,
the twins bared the curse.
Oh, serpent's curse is the worse.
Oh, september baby save us all!
Nine-year-old Lillian Nile Lovegood, sat in her cozy bed in a cottage just outside the grounds of Hogwarts, while her mom kept singing a rhyme that was made 9 months after the Final Battle of Hogwarts ended. Her mother had sang it every night to her, because to her.. it wasn't just a child's rhyme. Her mother was gorgeous, yet odd. Her white blonde curls suited her pale face and body.
Her dad however, she never met. He left her mother after she got pregnant, but she knew they both didn't love each other. She always cried over how her one true love left her after the War, she never got the answer why. She started to cry every time before she got to the name or the main point of the story.
Her daughter was just like her, in many ways. She was silent, yet understanding. Just as odd as her mother, but it was her looks that caught people's eyes. Her hair was a pale pink, and she wore a purple beanie over the wavy pink.
"Mamma Luna, why was the war of Hogwarts so important?" Lillian questioned, after hearing the song once again for the second time today.
"Lunaly, you love to hear the stories don't you?" She smiled softly at her young daughter and sat at the foot of her bed.
"Yes Mamma! How you help Harry Potter and everything!" She beamed at her mother. She loved the stories of her being at the Ministry and at the Battle of Hogwarts.
"Well, it started all with the boy who lived.." Lillian got soaked up in every word her mother said. But like always she fell asleep before the story was finished.
Luna sat up from her young daughter's bed and kissed her forehead softly, after a look around she left the room to her own. As she walked closer to her bed the tears poured out onto her pale cheek. She slammed onto the pillows and pulled out a burnt picture of Neville Longbottom, she stared into his eyes and pressed the tips of her fingers against the man in the picture.
"I'm so sorry.." She clenched the picture to her heart and cried harder. Knowing it's too late.
Okay, so this is only a little peak of what is to come. Sorry it is short. But, the other's will be much longer. Thank you for reading. ~Lillian Nile Lovegood.