Just a little poem written while watching Glee. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Or much else for that matter.


Meeting for the first time in a bank, of all places.

Being teased by six brothers, and hated by a mother and sister.

Loving each other despite our looks.

Soaring through the air on a Thestral, seeing Mad-Eye die.

Helping Harry bury his house-elf friend, supporting him through his grief.

Holding each other as we weep for Fred.

This is what makes us Bill and Fleur.


Please R&R, even though it is a poem, I could still use some feedback!