Well, here it is. I know it's rather corny, but I was working on the Snape, liked Lily theory. Anyway, I hope you like it.
Snape’s Worst Memory
By One_Less_Then_Molly
That hooked nose,
That cold dark stare.
That wicked prose,
That keeps us there.
Merely a boy,
Only just fifteen.
He’s not really coy,
He just wants to be seen.
By the girl with red hair,
And the bright green eyes.
Held captive mid-air,
By those marauding guys.
Insulted, and in pain,
Hung out by that tree.
Nothing more to gain,
Snape’s Worst Memory. |