Sanctimonia Vincet Semper

The motto of House Malfoy.

It was the be all

and end all of our society.

A Slytherin Prince

amongst peasants.

Sacred twenty-eight.

Thats what father always said.

Mudblood.

Father also said

that people like her

had the dirtiest blood;

that they stole magic

from proper wizards.

But as she lay bleeding

on the parlor floor

from that very word

carved into her arm by Aunt Bella,

I can finally see

that her blood

is the very same shade of crimson

as my own, and I feel sick.

My gaze fixates to the Dark Lord's mark

his brand upon my own arm

and I know,

that out of the two of us,

she is the pure one.

AN~ this was based off Deathly Hallows, I own nothing, but the combination of words strung together to make the poem.