Salali
Her hair was dark as night, and
Her blood was pure as snow,
Her mind was sharp as kitchen knives,
She had an evil glow.
The feet she stood were five,
With 6 inches on the top.
Her blemish free complexion
Made the muggles stare and stop.
When admitted into Hogwarts
She merely glanced down at her letter
She said that she would go, of course
But her time could be spent better.
Her wand from olivander's
Was the nicest you would see
The core was hair of thestral
And the wood was ebony.
When she arrived at Hogwarts castle,
At other children did she jeer.
She commented on their status,
"So they let mudbloods in here!"
She was sorted into Slytherin,
The 6th generation so to do.
The professors mumbled sadly
"The next 7 years we'll rue."
Despite her angry feelings
And her most negative of moods.
With other students was she popular
They flocked to her in broods.
She grew to be a prankster,
Feeling joy from others pain.
The terror she inflicted,
Only added to her fame.
Soon she had a posse
The little snakes that followed near
They would hang upon her every word
In a mix of awe and fear.
She befriended all the Ravenclaws
Claiming their minds would serve her well.
And when the Hufflepuffs obeyed her,
To them some secrets would she tell.
And eventually the Gryfindors
Took back their feelings of distaste.
They agreed that she was different.
From other snakes that they had faced.
It seemed that she could do no wrong
For she never got detention.
She would argue with her professors
But never again would it be mentioned.
By the end of her first year there,
Every student knew her name.
They revered her as a hero,
They never again would be the same.
Slytherin seemed to owe her,
Though her methods seemed insane.
It was because of the girl's actions,
That they won the house cup (again)