Disclaimer: I do not own any of the H

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the H.P. characters.

A/N: This is the only part that's a poem, for now at least, it's sort of a 'poetry prologue' in a way I guess.

Murderous Hands

Fuck you.

You want to know why?

Because you're just like them.

Just a conformist; cold, cruel, and uncaring.

Acceptance.

What everyone wants, right?

Not if I have to change.

I am who I am.

Deal with it.

I'm a bitch. So what?

"Ron's little sister."

God, I hated him.

Oh well.

I don't have to worry about him anymore.

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