When you went to Azkaban,
I hated you.
I hated that you had done something so horrible,
And that you had left me alone.

When you escaped,
I admired you.
But I still hated you
And what you had done.

When I found out you were innocent,
I loved you again.
And all bad thought left my mind
Replaced by a need to be with you.

When we kissed for the first time after your escape
I fell for you all over again.
I will never love anyone again.
Ever.

When you fell through the veil,
I wept inside.
The straight face I held was a façade,
There to help others.

But most of all,
I hated you.
For leaving me again
And not taking me with you.

But still I remember
When you were mine.