It's all about stereotypes.

Did anyone stop to think? I guess not. A mistake on our part.

So we pay the price. Are you up to it?

Four houses. Each treated differently. You wonder why one was treated better than the other. Such a silly question. Why can't we all be treated equally? Why?

Are you scared?

It's not hard to see. How we ruined our lives. Our future. Piece by piece. Are you proud of your accomplishment?

Dear god, please save us.

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Three graves.

Beautiful.

So I'll lay a yellow rose on grave number one. For his innocence and youth. The boy was simply following his father's footsteps. His father was the only one that would allow being his leader. Where were all of you when he was asking for a role model? You didn't care. But, don't worry, he's gone now.

No need to feel guilty anymore.

Just a boy on the opposite side. The side that fell.

"Draco."

Moving on to the next. This one deserves a pink flower. No, not for how loving and caring he was. No, not symbolizing how loved he was. This pink rose shows how much that he wanted to be loved. Even though he's gone, his dream is the same.

So love him, please?

A spy for the good side. Yet, that didn't make much of a difference. He's always going to be evil no matter what, right?

"Snape."

The last grave. I see not a single flower on this grave. After all, everyone is so happy that he's gone. How cruel. But no, you tell me, he was the cruel one. The evil one. The murderer. But this murderer had a heart too, no?

They asked him "Why?" and he replied with "Why not?"

 So I ask you, why not? He had a dream too. I agree it wasn't the best dream. But who are we to judge? His dream was to cause destruction, wasn't it? No, it wasn't. He just wanted to be recognized. You refused to see him. And you know what? His dream did come true. Hooray. So, I'll lay a red rose on his grave.  Why not a black rose? Why a red one? Is it representing blood? What do you think?

He wasn't apart of the dark side. He was the dark side.

Volde- wait, no, not Voldemort.

"Tom Riddle."

Three Slytherins. Coincidence? I think not.

Three deaths to make us realize our mistakes.

Ladies and gentlemen, do you finally understand?

Our decisions rule this world. We will continue labeling people, won't we? We will continue being unfair.  We aren't perfect. But couldn't we at least try? Wait, never mind, that's impossible.

We won't change.

Please, prove me wrong.