A/N: This is my attempt at a poem. It's slashy (Lee/George and Lee/Fred) and takes place after Fred's death.

Submission for:

The Mystery Competition: Round 4 - Lee Jordan

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.


He's like him, but not him

People often think they're the same

They see them as a package deal

But they're wrong

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He's like him, but not him

He likes purple, not orange

He prefers scrambled eggs, not fried

He likes waking up early, instead of staying up late

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He's like him, but not him

His eyes had a certain twinkle when he spoke

His smile curved upwards on the right

His freckles reminded him of stars against the sky

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"Is something wrong, Lee?"

Your arms wrap around me from behind

Your worry comes off you in waves

I shake my head and it soothes you for the moment

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You're like him, but not him