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The Irony of Being a Mudblood
Oh the irony of being a Mudblood,
Hermione Granger often mused.
Of having the word inscribed on her inside arm
Much like the branding of the snake's toys.
How each letter cuts and scars,
Marking her hierarchy in the Wizarding world,
She was brave. they say
In the tabloids and sagas written in her name.
Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor Princess.
Never Mudblood Granger, filth.
It was hard to be offended
When the meaning was once unknown.
Mocked by the envious little boy
Who has now shamed as he has grown.
It was his aunt that dealt the proud label she bears
While he watched the pain he caused.
Despite what the Wizarding world said,
That word was her only flaw.
And so the irony in the situation is,
While they bleed red upon his floor,
His and her blood are just the same,
Just as red and bleeding as yours.