I am Mr. Coldheart
The same as red ink but in Lucius pov
Sometime had passed after Harry potter had come to see him about his dead friend. He remembered the muggle girl. How good she was under his touch. As cold as Lucius was he did have a conceince. The girl's death had plagued him somewhat. But thanks to her he now knew Potter's next move against his dark lord. He took out his cold blue pen and began writing down his side of the story. He knew he was ready to battle now, to catch Harry by surprise. And he was ready to die for his cause. But not with everyone not knowing what really happened...
I am Mr. Coldheart my eyes like the ice
my hair like the snow, lips ready to entice
I did drive your friend to death, her body so still
i broke up the golden trio without really having to kill
She came to me begging to put the war to rest
at first i thought, a muggle, a pest
But her hair so soft, her eyes so pleading
thinking she had my mind, my heart to her reading
I fooled her i did, that night she thought i cared
a whole night with her, my bed we shared
I whispered in her ear that if she told me what she knew
Id swear we'd be together, just me and you
Of course she fell for it, desperate to save her friends
I knew in my mind i would be her end
As soon as she left id promise i would call
That maybe we would get together, meet up at the mall
It almost killed me, she was so excited and glad
and i was the first man that she had ever had
Of course i didnt call back for i have no soul
My lies were so sweet, my charm was on a roll
It almost broke me to hear her soul and body had part
but not for that long, im Mr. Coldheart.
Lucius put down his pen. He stood still over his letter for a long time. It almost pained him to move, it was almost like his heart was breaking. He read Mr. Coldheart over and over again, trying to convince himself he was really that cold. But he knew he would be happy that night. Either they were going to finally kill potter or he would die, and his soul would finally find rest.
