Its death for Mione and Fred
A/N: This is and idea I had last night when I couldn't sleep. Its basically the story of Bonnie and Clyde but instead its Hermione and Fred. Te poem is 'The Story of Bonnie and Clyde' by Bonnie Paker. Most of it belongs to her I just changed a few words and lines to fit my story. Fred, Hermione, and all other Harry Potter charaters belong to J.K. Rolling
Full Summary: After the death of Lord Voldemort, the Wizard world in thrown into a great depression. The bussinesses shut down, death Eaters are re-rallying, and Gringotts puts limits on how much can be withdrawn per year.
After their families try despitally to pull them apart Fred and Hermione take to life of crime. Robbing banks, killing people right and left and bussinesses and even the Minestry itself. They are unstoppable and they sure as hell will die before they are thrown in Azkaban.
Mine and Fred Mione and Fred.
PROLOGUE
You've read the story of Harry Potter--
Boy with the scar on his head
If you're still in need
Of something to read
Here's the story of Mione and Fred.
Now Mione and Fred are the Burrow gang.
I'm sure you all have read
How they rob and steal
And those who squeal
Are usually found dying or dead.
They call them cold-blooded killers;
They say they are heartless and mean;
But I say with out dread,
That I once knew Fred
When he was honest and upright and clean.
But the aurors fooled around,
Kept taking him down
And locking him up in a cell,
Till he said to me,
"I'll never be free,
So I'll meet a few of them in hell."
The road was so dimly lighted;
There were no highway signs to guide;
But they made up their minds
If all roads were blind,
They wouldn't give up till they died.
The road gets dimmer and dimmer;
Sometimes you can hardly see;
But it's fight, man to man,
And do all you can,
For they know they can never be free.
If a Auror is killed in London
And they have no excuse for the dead
If they can't find a fiend,
They just wipe their slate clean
And hang it on Mione and Fred
If they try to act like citizens
And rent them a nice little flat,
About the third night
They're invited to fight
By a sub-gun's rat-tat-tat.
They don't think they're too smart or desperate,
They know that the law always wins;
They've been shot at before,
But they do not ignore
That death is the wages of sin.
Some day they'll go down together;
They'll bury them head to head
To few it'll be grief--
To the law a relief--
But it's death for Mione and Fred
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