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!
