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Remember that first day, Potter?
When I offered you my hand.
How you thought that you were better,
Acted like you couldn't stand
The way I was there to guide you,
When I knew more than your name.
We could have been great friends, Harry;
I looked beyond your fame.
Together, we could beat them all,
Yet, you chose another way
Of pretty little butterflies,
Go Gryffindor, all the way!
You barely knew a thing right then,
I could have taught you all.
And yet you turned your face away,
Chose the path to your downfall.
Oh, I knew when I first saw you,
That we could be the best.
I was going to give up my teachings
For you and all the rest.
But, you didn't give it a minute,
Just left me all alone.
I thought there was a limit,
Yet it hurt down to the bone.
But, I will not be sorry,
I will not show you regret.
My hand was offered once, Potter,
Though it seems like you forget.
Authors Note: I hope you liked it. I feel bad for Draco as usual.