Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Pranksters are Like Socks

Pranksters are like socks,

we come in pairs.

Only two will match, any

other feels lacking.

My brother and I,

were thick as thieves.

Two of a kind,

until that fateful day,

the day he died.

I could not believe,

that he was gone.

All through Hogwarts school,

we played pranks on,

those we abhorred.

And even on the ones,

that we loved most.

Our names could always,

be found adjoined.

We were together,

now we are not.

No one will fit,

with me like you.

Pranksters are like socks,

we come in pairs.

For we are known as

James and Sirius

Potter and Black

Fred and George

The Twins

Never apart.

Always one.

Until I meet,

with you again.