I do not own Harry Potter or Spoon River Anthology . . . or, in the case of this one, Les Miserables.
Oh, Merope . . . you were such a tragic figure-- like a sad mix between Fantine and Eponine. I had to replace your poem, I absolutely had to .. . any of you who read the old one are chuckling along with me
MEROPE GAUNT RIDDLE
(April 1909-December 1927)
There was a time when we had a name,
When our family was proud
And our means displayed it.
There was a time when love was a game,
And a witch girl could play,
And she might even win it.
Our love was brewed in different time,
With potion strong,
And charms abounding.
I had to love him with my eyes;
He never knew of my heart's pounding.
I was so young and dreamed of more;
My dream was brewed up from the ashes.
For once I evened up the score;
He took a sip, and love was fashioned.
But our love was just a lie;
I could not keep him in such falsehood.
So I drained our lovers' brew–
And he drained his love for me.
I spent a year his loving mate;
A family, we were as one.
But he left me in such a state
That he never met his only son.
And still I dreamed he'd come to me
And he would learn to love me again,
But that dream, it could not be:
And so I drained the dream I brewed.
((Okay-- I kind of cheated on this one . . . This is based on a song parody I wrote for Merope for a Les Miserables-based Half-Blood Prince musial I wrote. Hence, it is still my work, but not specifically for The Hogsmeade Anthology. Still, it was so fitting for her! Try singing along with it to "I Dreamed a Dream" from Les Miserables-- I adjusted it a little bit, but it still works pretty well!))