I know I promised no more random stories but I couldn't resist... So this is just a short poem written for JoeCool989's Rare Pair Challenge. This is from Scabior's point of view. For those who don't remember who Scabior is, he's the one who, in the last book, said something along the lines of "funny how they all think we want to hear that. But I bet he can't tell us where the Slytherin common room is.". So yeah, enjoy, review, all that crazy shit. :)

Oh I almost forgot. I have no idea if Lily and Scabior were at Hogwarts at the same time but I suspect they weren't, so for the sake of this story, just pretend they were, Kay?


It hurts.

I look at her and it hurts.

I know she can't feel like I do

Because

Well look at her.

She's beautiful

Perfect

Wonderful

Amazing.

Now look at me.

I'm a coward

Disgusting

Pitiful

Horrible

Slytherin.

I see her in the halls

I see the looks she gives my house mates.

I know she's right in what she thinks about us.

Evil

Hating

Intolerant

Slytherin.

I try to fool myself into thinking

That the Sorting Hat made a mistake

By putting me in this house.

But deep down inside

I know it isn't true.

I'm just

Like

Them

And it kills me to know that what I'm thinking

Feeling

Realizing

Is so wrong

But I can't stop.

I see other Mudbloods

No, muggle-borns,

Being treated like dirt

Filth

A door mat

And I think

"Good. They deserve it."

But then I see in happen to her

And I think

"How could they treat her like this?"

And I know

I don't deserve her

And it's what holds me back.

I see that Potter boy go after her

And I try to think

"That's what she deserves."

"Someone like him."

But deep inside I'm jealous.

I want to have his courage.

But I'll never be like him.

I'm from a different family

One that loves the dark arts

And supports Voldemort

And I'm expected to be

Just

Like

Them

Because that's how I was raised.

Deep down I really am

Even if I try to tell my self otherwise

She's looking this way.

Oh my god she's looking at me.

But

She gives me the same look

She gives every Slytherin

Like she always does.

That glare

The one that makes me look inside

And see myself how she sees me.

I have to give her up.

I can't keep doing this

To myself

Every

Single

Day.

So I turn my head away

I distract my thoughts

I tell myself

She's filth

Like all the other Mudbloods

And I stop the tears from flowing

And I know

That someday

I'll forget all of this

And I'll move on with my own life.

Lily Evans

I hope you find a love

That can love you better

Than I ever could.