Disclaimer: Okay, okay, I know I don't have to do this since I don't mention any names, but I am, so deal with it. None of the H.P. characters belong to me. They belong to J.K. Rowling and WB.
The Heartless Little Boy
There was a little boy,
He cared for not a one,
Nothing mattered but himself and what he felt;
This little boy thought hatred was fun.
This little boy got bigger,
And so did his horrible hate,
His heart got smaller and smaller,
Soon he would know his fate.
He never was nice,
He never was giving,
This little boy cared only of his riches,
He believed that was considered living.
This little boy had no morals, no feelings,
When people hurt he could not tell.
Soon this boy was an old man, lying on his death bed,
Only then did this little boy realize he had spent his life a hollow shell.
A/N: Guess who that was in your review!! Also, tell me what ya think. FLAMES WELCOME!