Seventh year sweethearts;
Unapproved love.
Blonde and midnight dancers,
Twirling up above.

He betrothed to her sister,
She betrothed to another man.
But they bow their heads in submission
As that’s the call of their clan.

Related a bit too closely
But hungering still more.
Cruelly cursing like icicles
And ready to advance the score.

Fingers laced and intertwined
Giggling like children.
But they throw away their love
To be nodded at by brethren.

Blood as pure as fresh-fallen snow
Freedom at their sides.
An abandoned broom cupboard
A happy, wild ride.

Young people in love
Not quite in the light.
The story’s never told
When the couple loves to fight.

Who ought to be together?
Who loves for real, forsooth?
Bellatrix and Lucius
Aye, that is the truth.

But separated well
Beyond the reaches of adoration-
The Slytherins decided
They’d pave their own creations.

And Lucius grew wealthier
And married his love’s sister.
But Bellatrix married a Lestrange
And became so twisted.

Yes, they know each other
But they don’t meet their eyes.
‘Cause the king of ice, the queen of pain-
That’s the only time they cry.