Ravenpuff Union

by Witty Eagle Proud Ravenclaw

Michael ponders about his love life after the War and realises his true soul mate was in front of him frequently. But does he have enough guts to ask the lovely Susan Bones out on a date? Rated K plus for one mention of the Carrows' toture.

Author Note: Am I Joanne Kathleen Rowling? Nope. It's not mine, then.

Last time I checked there were only 97 Michael stories, 217 Susan stories and one story of them as a couple - these two need more appreciation! My first poem I've wrote in my writing career.

Ravenpuff Union

All the smoke has cleared, the Battle is over.

Luck has swept through me like a four-leaved clover.

Now I roll the dice, hoping to land lucky in love.

Praying to find a girl pure as a dove.

I was mindless almost three years ago.

Bailing on my true love to follow Cho.

Quidditch was a stupid reason to split.

Ginny never took me back - her temper raged into a fit.

Now I realise my soul was all along yearning for a redhead.

Only it took a while to see where the path led.

To a shy strawberry-blonde who wears her hair in a plait.

Who doesn't do hexes with results like a bat.

Life can crawl for us two, and make us play foolish mind games.

Forget the jokes people may make about our surnames.

How I'm too afraid to turn the corner, and she's scared down to her bones.

We're both lost on the road to happiness, yet she'll speak to me in peaceful tones.

Everything'll change - two hearts beating as one.

Yellow illumination of Hufflepuff shows me I've nearly won.

It's surely engraved in the stars: Michael and Susan, mind and body, heart and soul.

Combine our names - say Misan or Suchael, but it shows we're whole.

I could indulge my lion side, but all the same, my eagle side shows me the route.

The Ravenclaw I am states the logical thing to do - I should go ahead and shoot.

I'm ready to comfort her, she's such a broken soul after the War.

All her family is gone, her injuries still seem sore.

I've had my fair share of torture in wartime; the Carrows cursing me was beyond hell.

Now I hope I can look past the horizon, to hear her serene voice, clear as a bell.

A simple question of asking her to Hogsmeade, but I can't pluck up the guts.

In the end I know it won't matter, no ifs or buts.

If she accepts me we can join souls in Christian communion.

Michael and Susan - the ultimate Ravenpuff union.