Okay, so straight after I did the Bellatrix one, I got the urge to write more, so encouragement or not, I'm going for it...
Almost hero.
Not quite savior.
He's run the race and come in second,
silver medal hanging from his neck.
He's the second choice,
the understudy.
Backup.
Eternally overshadowed
who remembers him in second place?
No-one
and no-one does.
He's a boy with possibility;
he's strong, determined, brave.
But his best friend...
the boy who lived!
He's just a Weasley...
Who'd look at him twice?
Next to Harry Potter.
Just a Weasley,
The consolation prize.
He always thought so and always will.
Even all these years later,
Lying next to his beautiful wife...
He still believes that poison
Poured into his ears by a broken soul
He can't help but think that maybe,
Both he and her were second place
That had to settle...
maybe
Just maybe
That locket was telling the truth.