Dearest Departed
Hatred bound us in cold blood,
Yet strange I find that
No amount of deadly curses and ominous words
Served to keep us apart;
Your mother's cruel taunts about the purity of blood
From "most noble ancestry we have been born of ",
She spoke and looked upon me with nothing but malicious intentions
Platinum blond hair, so smooth and sleek
Concealed within her mind the terrible secrets that she may keep
Once she had known of love,
Its soothing warmth, its boundless joy
But by her family's wealth,
By her world's expectations
And simplest most by her own young, foolish, vulnerable heart--
She lost the One,
At least she thought he was--
From listening to honeyed poison,
Conveyed from her supposed confidant
Of her mother, who she had always admired and thought also to have loved
She had no reason to go to him now,
For her sweet mother had warned her of a commoner' guile
But deep in her heart,
Still young and hoping for the untold truth
She flew to him on the midnight currents
And to her un-ending demise,
Her heart-rending pain,
She had no choice but to watch him embrace another
And speak of love, forever and true
And speak of lies, of deceit well played
And speak of the End, so near and dear
Her heart with its scars still bleeding and raw,
Now shattered at his words
And the arms that did not hold her--
A dream she had wanted so much,
Perhaps it was all a dream that she could not bear so
That had made her believe it could ever come true
And she left,
Vowing never to love again
And so did not see her lover break the spell,
To tear his arms from the cursed stranger
Who had forced such words of love from his lips to hers
No longer was he bewitched
But now, no longer would he ever know
Of the love he had unknowingly lost
And the heart that would never love another again
A marriage of convenience,
An heir born in a timely manner--
All passed through the years with bitter, detached thoughts
So now all she could see when she looked upon the two:
Her beloved son and heir, Draco she had named him
And the Mudblood, Granger they called her
Who claims intelligence and wit
Far above what society would ever grant her
And against the Pureblood propaganda
All old families are taught since cold, calculated birth
Given into the arms with cold, calculating eyes…
Well all she could see was of a past long gone
But never, ever forgotten
And so she did everything,
From harsh words and cold shoulders
To ruined dresses and deliberated murder
So that, in the end, he may not fall as she did
And have a heart stolen only to be forgotten
And let us not forget
My old love's reminder about seven year's worth of degradation--
Cruel for he only spoke of the unavoidable truth
Crueler still for the lips that spoke them,
As first love will always be remembered
And now is tainted by unjust actions
And remarks that cannot be denied
When the perpetrator is the one,
That I will now call lover
Once, he was my One and only
When books and all their ancient knowledge were my only passions
My first friends and beloved mentors
My salvation
From a world that mocked me for me and my dreams
And another world so newly initiated
That denied me for my blood
What was left for me but my books, so true and good?
What was I to say but of what I knew?
What was my only chance to survive but by being the best?
Even if it meant becoming the outcast?
Ronald was his name
He was the forest fire;
Always burning , always fighting , always there
His temper could never be wholly extinguished
But it could sometimes drown in his fears
He resented my craving for knowledge
He despised being showed up
He hated to be wrong
He could never admit fault
He didn't like me at first
And I had only ever thought of him as that "plus one"
To some wedding reception someone forgot to keep quiet about,
Mistakenly offering him an invitation
Turning an awkward moment into an agonizing night
How harsh it seems to hear from someone like me
Who's supposed to be made of Christmas cookies and smiles so sweet
Such words not befitting a noble lioness from my House
Yet, he did not like I nor did I find anything to admire in him
Still, years past and our acquaintance became something more--
Something like friends
And from then we slowly came to be more than sort-of-friends
More than the person who knows my secrets
More than someone who cares
More than the one who sees my tears even when I am basking in glory
More than anything I had ever known
But greater than the flush of newfound love
Was the petty jealousies over the years and our little trysts
That made it possible
For he and I to be
And made it possible, too, for our easily broken bond
My heart felt sore and bloodied raw
But it knew, too, that there was more than just that one love to be
And dreaded that fated day
And perhaps more
It could not but wish for a swift arrival
For waiting, as always, was far more agonizing than the actual thing
Whatever it may be
And so more years past until the day came
For another love to be
No matter how much trouble it would cause
Or the unaccountable chaos of an un-intended union
Born of hate and turned to love
Such a bond, though not easily broken
Cannot be easily made
For somehow it seems,
Fate had a change of heart
And decided that I had far too easy a path ahead of me;
For the occasional fight between the Houses
Of Gryffinder, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw
With fists crunching bones and spells breaking minds
A war to be fought against a maniacal Dark Lord
And a number of prejudiced, bigoted minds
Inclined to wearing masks and slaying from the shadows
Like the demented, ridiculous beings they shadow from muggle history--
Apparently all of this was not enough
To make my life more like Hell
So I made friends with someone
Who shouldn't even be considered a friend
Much less someone I could ever, truthfully love
But it happened and it is
What it is
Still, you and I were once enemies
Whose hatred was unstoppable
Our dueling legendary within the hallowed halls of Hogwarts
And whenever our eyes met,
Your blue-grey eyes so reminiscent of a snake's
My toffee ones with the amber shards that made you first notice me--
Yes, whenever our eyes met there was no one but us
Burning, searing fire that will never be so easily tamed
Such was my convictions, my morals, my voice
Chilling, bitter ice that even centuries of sun would never thaw so kindly
Such was your eyes, your history, your words
We fought like savages
We fought like the enemies we were sorted to be
We fought because there was nothing else between us then
We fought for what we believed in,
Or, at least, that was what we were told
We fought for ourselves to prove the other wrong
And we always waited for the other
No matter
No where
For we knew beyond all doubt and uncertainties
That the other would never turn their back
Or silence their voice
"Let horror know no bounds between us"
That was our unspoken vow
Our own little sport
Scornful words and demeaning sneers,
Unfriendly eyes and vicious spells
They meant nothing to my tears at your absence
To remind me of why I needed to be strong
To not give in even when the world was against me
In solitude I met the phantoms of my dreams
Or to your mute screams of a future you could not escape
When I could not take away your pain
With a convenient target for your hate
Left alone to face a horrible truth
That was the way it was for so long
That we forgot there could be room for anything else
That there were always more chances than dead ends
That we had a chance, you and I, to be more than anyone thought we could be
And though all was determined to separate us
To turn us upon the other
To force the past down our throats
Our broken souls crying out for repentance
We did not heed their warnings of failure
Of betrayal yet to come
For we were veterans in a war so foolish and meaningless
That we considered all who did not see the horrible, apparent reality
Of what our actions had caused
Of lives lost that can never be replaced
That the true traitors were they
Who wanted to live pretending that a victory for the "greater good"
Was a victory for all
And they
Who could not believe they had lost the war,
Their traditions forever defeated
There's a fine line between love and hate
It has always been said
As there was between us and our silly little games
And there was no turning back
From that first kiss, that first embrace
So when we looked upon the other
And vengeance nor repulsion was our first thought
We knew then that we were destined to be
No matter our reasonable arguments
No matter our past ties
Farther from our minds was to deny what was
Or what could be
There was nothing but our actions,
Unforgivable and true
To lead us and to tell us
What our next choice was to be
And so we tried
And found we could
And now here we are
Together
And understood