* To a love rivals' son*
Let us get one thing straight:
You look like your father,
The man I'll always despise.
For that I cannot like you
Even if I did, I'd never let on
You see, I have my pride.
Everything I did for you
I did for your mother,
I could never let her death be in vain.
When the Dark Lord killed her,
It was an act of cruel murder,
For that I turned.
He had killed the one I loved.
For that, I wanted him dead.
I played the spy for the order
I weakened his defences from within
I was helping you secretly
To bring about his downfall.
You may loathe me, Potter,
But believe me, the feelings mutual
You got me wrong form the beginning
I haven't been a death eater
Since the night your mother died.
It's a shame you weren't more like her,
Still, at least you have her eyes.