Ok, this is an old story, and this chapter is also dedicated to my dear friend Monica Woodfairy, so here it goes.
The next night Harry went back, and again, there was Ginny's bag with her note book in it. He opened up and found new poems written in it. The first one was title:
Neville Longbottom:
Neville's really sweets, and light on his feet.
He doesn't like to fight, but he did side by side with me.
He isn't really mean, and isn't very clever, but in the end.
I'm glad I used to be his girlfriend
Harry was in shock. Never had he herd of Ginny, the girl he was madly in love with dating one of his best friends, Neville Longbottom. The next poem was titled:
Lavender Brown:
The girl whose really weird, the girl with the beard.
the skank Hermione hates, the one Ron use to date.
Her name is Lavender but she doesn't smell like it, poop fills the air when she walks right by me flipping her hair.
Harry chuckled quietly. 'Seems like I'm not the only one who hates Lavender' Harry thought. He read the last poem. Underneath the title it had a dedication for ...him?
It said: To Harry, my best friend and the man I love, this ones for you!
Flying:
In the air, off the ground, watching people beneath run around. wind in my hair, wood in my hand, the breeze warms my heart. The bugs fill my mouth, the smell of the sky fills my nose.
Harry felt wet tears trickling down his cheeks, because he now remembered how his father had the same love for flying as he does now. Quietly he placed the book back and went to bed.
Lol, please r&r and tell me if you think these poems suck, Monica Woodfairy is A LOT better at wrighting stories than I am, she wrote these poems. she thinks the suck, but i think they rock, who do you agree whith, her or me?