Your blazing eyes pierced through mine,
their green poison fired at me, unmerciful.
I was reminded of the Killing curse,
and the parable is not at all funny,
not really.

Some things just never change,

and it's so not funny, that it almost becomes hilarious.

I was thinking, how can that beaming smile turn into such a vile sneer whenever I'm around,
And how can those sweet eyes, be so dark and killing whenever they look into mine,

I torture myself with these questions,
I know there are no answers to them,
except perhaps one,
and I don't want to know that

Some things just never change.

You say the serpent is a perfect parable for me,
and that it's so not funny, it becomes hilarious,
Say, "The servant of the Dark Lord, the Devil, how appropriate"

I want to say, I'm not I'm nobody's servant, but Fate's

And I say "Fuck you, Potter"

Because some things just never change.