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A note to the fans of Moanings… I am starting to write the third one!

This is a bit of fun because I was bored, don't take it seriously!

A poem about Potter

Oh Potter, Oh Potter what would I do,

(While prodding green things and bits of goo)

Without you to annoy me in Potions class?

I would live longer and increase in body mass.

Eyes as green as a pickled toad,

It's always me he likes to goad.

With brown messy hair, and a lightening scar,

How I would like to run him over with a car.

"Oh sorry Potter!" I would yell,

"I'll see you when I arrive in Hell!"

I'd laugh while shifting into reverse,

I wouldn't bother going and getting the nurse.

An accidental slip with a bottle marked dangerous,

Would show Potter up for a real wuss.

Wonder if Granger could with his death me link?

He'd hit the deck before she could even blink.

You know, Weasel might be persuaded to help,

I hate Weasel too, but he's not as much of a whelp.

He could give him a push down the stairs,

Or off the Astronomy Tower, I don't really care.

Malfoy would definitely be up for it,

A simple spell and Potter would be lit,

As flames engulf his over-enlarged head,

I'd point the blame elsewhere and Potter would be dead.

Some say it's jealously why I hate Potter,

Well they're wrong; it's the fact that he's a rotter.

He thinks he's brill and can't be harmed,

By pill, potion, wand or charm.

Well I'll show him there's simpler ways,

Of killing someone and still it pays.

He doesn't know what he's in for,

Mess with me Potter? I defy even wizard law!

Dumbledore might be slightly peeved though,

(Potter's his golden boy, destroyer of his dangerous foe)

To find the Potions Master has told him many lies,

He may order my dismissal, or just shrug and twinkle his eyes.

But as Dumbledore stares sternly over his nose,

And Draco Malfoy pauses to pose.

I know, in my heart, it's just not probable,

To kill off Potter and blame McGonagall.