The fortune queen of New Orleans

Was brushing her cat

In her black limousine

On the back seat were scratches from

The marks of men her fortunes she had won

How far my sister had come. The spoilt Brat. Always getting what she wanted. She knew how to manipulate mum and dad. She always got what she wanted. And now here I was, I hadn't spoken to her in years, asking her help. I needed her. I knew that she was a fake; well I thought that she was a fake, but she was my last hope. She was rich now, having made her fortune cheating other people, making them believe that she was the 'fortune queen of New Orleans'. That was a joke.

I couldn't see through the tinted glass

She said "Home James" and he hit the gas

I followed her to some darkened room

She took my money

She said "I'll be with you soon"

I followed her into the room, she took my money and disappeared through a door. She made me pay, her own sister, but then she always was ruthless. 'All's fair in love and war' that was her motto in life. All's fair in love and war, yeah, but it's more fair for some people than others.

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Dark lady laughed and danced

And lit the candles one by one

Danced to her gypsy music

Till her brew was done

Dark lady played black magic

Till the clock struck on the twelve

She told me more about me

Than I knew myself

She actually scared me. Dressed in her black clothes, she'd dyed her hair black and had make up on to make her face look white, pale, like a corpse. Her bright red lipstick stood out against her face like blood against skin.

She dealt two cards, a queen and a three

And mumbled some words

That were so strange to me

And then she turned up a two-eyed jack

My eyes saw red but the card

Still stayed black

When she turned over those cards, my mind raced. I knew a little about the cards that she was using, enough to know that that card wasn't good. In fact it was bad, very bad indeed.

She said "the man you love is secretly true

To someone else who is very close to you

My advice is that you leave this place

Never come back and forget you ever saw my face"

I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't. I managed to convince myself that it must just be some trick of hers to get back at me. To make me distrust my one true love. All right, so he wasn't exactly prince charming, but I loved him. I loved him with all my heart and soul. And I thought that he loved me

I So I ran home and crawled in my bed

I couldn't sleep because

Of all the things she said

Then I remembered her strange perfume

And how I smelled it once in my own room

I pulled the covers up tight when I went to bed that night. He wasn't there, why wasn't he there? There must be some reasonable explanation, I reasoned with myself, he must be with friends. Why? Why would he go and not tell me? Why? Unless, unless he was with someone else, unless it wasn't just my sister trying to make me distrust him, unless… That was when I remembered it. That time, after the job interview when I had smelt that odd smell, like perfume…The same perfume she had had on. He couldn't be…He wouldn't be…

So I sneaked back and caught her with my man

Laughing and kissing

Till they saw the gun in my hand

The next thing I knew

They were dead on the floor

Dark lady would never turn a card up anymore

I didn't know why I took the gun, I just did. It was in the bedside table. Protection, that was why he had suggested we buy it. He didn't know it would end up killing him. When I saw them there, in that same room that she had shown me the cards, I was so angry. How could he do this to me? How could she do this to me? Suddenly they saw me, my gun pointed at her head. For a split second they froze. But a split second was all I needed, I fired the gun, twice, once at her, once at him. I killed them, and I'm proud of it. I, Petunia Evans killed Vernon Dursley and Lily Evans