Disclamer: All Harry Potter charcters belong to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: These are a series of poems about diffrent charcters in the Harry Potter books. Things that no one ever notices but should, these are the things I'm writting about. I want to thank everyone for reviewing, I'm so glad you like this. Thought I'm sorry they made you sad. So, happy reading and please review.
I'd really like to thank Slytherin-Ali for beta-reading these for me.
-Sancontoa
I had an older sister,
Her name was Juliet.
I guess you can say,
My parents loved Shakespeare.
She was older,
And better.
She even had
The better name.
I hated her,
The way she laughed so sweetly.
Loved so much,
And was the better at almost everything,
I loved her,
The way she smiled at me.
And showed me how to live,
And how to die…
They said she had a problem.
They told me she was sick,
Not her fault.
I did not believe.
I never told them about how she cried,
Or how we found her blood on the towels the next day.
I never told them how she looked,
When they took her to the hospital the first time.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Five,
Six.
Yes,
I never told them it happened six times.
They never asked why I cry,
Six times a year.
They never asked about why,
I never shaved my legs.
Or why,
I hate towels.
They never asked
What the dementor showed me.
Who would believe it was a bad grade?
But they never asked
They never ask why,
I don't like December.
Or why I leave,
On the 7th day every year.
Why I walk to a cemetery,
And cry,
And cry,
And cry.
Yes,
They never ask why.
If they did,
I don't know what I'd say.
Maybe I'd just look at them,
and say:
"I had an older sister,
Her name was Juliet.
She thought me how to live,
And how not to die."
But they never ask why.