Ok...another of my stupid, sappy, scary matchmaking poems for Harry Potter, hope ye like it. Joy. This is for Lupin but (thank god) it's not a love poem...got that out of my system.

Why?

Why had it had to be him?

What had he done?

nothing.

He knew it.

Didn't he?

Sometimes........ He wondered.

It had ruined him.

Ruined them.

He had no job.

No love.

No life.

He was.........

He didn't know sometimes.

Helplessly strong.

Ok...that was REALLY odd. Please tell me if you think it sucks and that I should remove that pile of crap from my computer and then purify my computer and make everyone who read it go to confession (uh...was that right?) and...and....and....[sniffle sob] well I'm glad I'm not a werewolf.