Two enemies of old, one lion, one snake
Bitter wars they fought against the other
Whit words, hexes and fists
Over the years, six in fact, they grew close
(Though they did not know that)
When finally the words meant to hurt, really did
They both were stunned, who can blame them?
They looked at etch other, amber eyes meet silver
Since then no wars were fought at Hogwarts
For even the bitterest enemies can make sweet friends