I wasn't a wizard,
They hated my blood,
I wasn't a muggle,
So insulting.
Suspended in time,
Between two worlds,
Unwanted in both,
Yet remaining.
They told me I was their friend,
They told me it was true,
But I couldn't believe them,
Not trusting.
Seven years I went to that school,
Seven years of not belonging,
Seven years of hatred,
All consuming.
Time passed and I grew older,
Begging for scraps,
And then he came,
Still living.
The green-eyed babe,
The boy who lived,
Saved me from the dark lord,
Despite me damning.
He didn't know it was me,
I framed Black, Sirius, Padfoot,
My longest friend, wasting away,
So cowardly.
When he returned,
I was so relieved,
No longer would I have to be a rat,
To living.
I helped him,
He honoured me,
My glowing hand,
Waiting, plotting.
I turned against all that I knew,
Betrayed my friends,
My family,
True evil.
But then my hand struck back,
Death came and took me,
And all I could think, laying there choking,
No regretting.
All my life I was belittled,
Hated for my rattish ways,
But I had showed them,
I had killed them.
Gone.