AN: So, this is more a poem than a drabble, but I have writers block, are empty of ideas at the moment, and haven't posted anything on a very long time. If you think this I really bad, I will delete it and try to think out something else for this plot.
Green
They both had green eyes. On the size of tennis balls and hidden behind glasses.
They both lived with awful families. Like a slave and almost like a slave.
They both was brave. They fight for what was right and sacrificed them self.
They both had green eyes. Dobby died and Harry survived.
They both will always be in our hearts.