Marcella's Pov - aimed at Hermione

Always questioning,
Never listening,
Always wanting to be constantly right.

Forgetting she was a prefect herself,
Lost within her own self-righteous might.

Wanting to break her,
Wanting to hit her,
The temptation was too strong.

Continuing to harass her,
Rolling eyes and slapping sides,
Pointing wand, she mumbled,
And sighed.

Curses, Latin
Hebrew in orgin,
Bring forth pain and reflection,
Do some harm to her within her chin.

Blood poured,
Marcella smiled,
She had won.

Bodily harm and grievance caused,
She smiled and grinned at the girl.
Waving goodbye, she happily skipped,
As she had caused another person to come into harm.

*jaw drops* whoa! these are soo good Marcella, how long have you been writing? These look like the work of a pro'! Keep writing! They get better as you go!

I write loads, just take a glance at my sig!!

lol! Now the fog clears, keep writing though, never know, you could be shortlisted for the Carnegie or something with your talent!!!!

I love your poems, they are really good!

Ginny's Pov - reference to ron, hermione & harry

Ditched again,
Left alone, to wander my lonely way.
No-one to talk to, not a word to say.

Left alone,
For six hours, the entire day,
Whilst they ran down to the lake and played.

They did not wait for me to come,
Mother told me that I was too young,
Too young to go trampling after them,
Through the forest.

I'm not a little girl.

Later they came back,
All happy and smiles,
Seeing me their faces dropped,
Ron ran a mile.

He never helped,
He never did chores,
But all of a sudden he was obsessed with them.

Hermione, too avoided the subject,
Leaving Harry with the girl, upset.
He sat next to me,
Tired to talk,
I would not let him,
I wanted to walk.

He told me he wanted me there,
Said he didn't want me here.
Apologised for what he did,
And then called me a little kid.

I only explained I was not young,
But he was too quick with his harsh tongue.

Feeling me grow in an anger, rage,
He took my hand and whispered,
Meet me later, I'll make it up to you,
Just me and you together, the whole Evening through.

Thanks for the comments, I added more ^^^

Marcella's PoV - reference to Hermione & Dumbledore

Having hurt,
the wretched hamster,
She let out a sorrowful cry.
Why did I have to do it so soon,
Now boredom was creeping upon her, sigh.

She should have hurt her later,
She should have let it be,
If only she had restrained herself,
From the much needed corrective surgeory.

But now the hamster,
Was pointing her wretched claw,
Barking that it was she,
Who did it, Who broke the law.

Laughing, cackling,
She did howl in mirth,
For the evil deed she had commited,
Was of nothing remotely foul of birth.

Her doing was essential,
It was necessary,
So she threw up her hands
And cried in adversity.

It was I,
I did so,
I am the guilty one,
Take me to my stand,
Bind me hands in irons,
And cart me off to Azkaban.

How she laughed.

bumpies

Luna's PoV - reference to Milly and her dead mother

Meddlesome,
Intruding,
This Milly woman was.

Always wishing to share,
In her pain and her joy,
She always wanted to be seen to care,
It was like a hobby she could enjoy.

Luna would not be her plaything,
And neither her toy,
A year today her mother had died,
And left her all alone.

She would not go to that cemetery,
With this faker by her side,
Flowers clutched in shivering hands,
As shivering hands did hide

sad tears that slid down one's face,
For the loss they had enjured,
For the pain they would keep on feeling,
For her happiness not insured.

Mother, why you pain me?
Why torment me so?
Why make me feel this bad,
Why cling to me moreso

than father, who you loved,
More dearly than another,
He was the strength, the provider
And he was ocne your lover.

Mother hear me now,
Help me please,
I'm begging you as a child,
Set me free.

Dont allow me to be pained,
By the fresh memories,
Of how you used to care for me,
And bounce me on your knees.

Mother, please hear me,
This is my final prayer,
Please cease to hurt me,
Please try to care,
Please try to understand,
That I do recognise that you're there.

New One Soon.

These are so good!!!

though i think you need to work on your sentence structure and rythm

Well I dont like sticking to one rhythm or one way of setting out words. It gets boring if you do that. I'm more inot the modern idea of going with the flow of ideas.

maby you should write in monologue form then??

Maybe

Snape's Pov - reference to Dumbledore

Called, he was,
To his masters company,
A girl he was to fetch,
A girl for whom, no sympathy,

Arouse within him,
At this time,
Although in time,
He knew feelings could change.

An evil one,
Bold and true,
His olds master's daughter,
Feelings renewed.

Trust placed within his hands,
A trust some thought him of not worthy,
Dumbledore knew different,
He knew he would be her adversary.

"But Slytherin.." I say,
Asking a thought out loud,
Nodding, the man replies,
"I cannot answer now."

"Where she may choose?"
I pressed, wanting to learn,
"Ahh...we do not know.."
Spoke the aged wizard,
Feeling fate was not at his turn.

Round, the wheels spin,
Dont, caught to the very last sin,
It is but her choice of where she belongs,
The place to which she was destined.

There good Marcella, but I don't think you should double post to bump your work.

yeah lol, Sowwie.

Ginny's PoV - reference to Molly and Harry

No matter where life took me,
No matter where I went,
My mother would always be there,
She was surely hell bent,

On always surrounding me,
Never leaving me on my own,
Her prescence always had to suffocate,
even when at home.

So when that afternoon came,
When Harry and I walked,
Her prescence could be felt,
As we laughed and talked.

She had given me intructions,
I had been told what to do,
Collect some fruit,
Bring them back clean,
And fetch some water too.

So we picked fruit for an hour,
Silent it was not,
We giggled and ran,
Unexpectedly forming a knot.

Sat, relaxing, in the shade,
He fed me well and true,
And whilst he was munching,
I held his hand too.

The look he gave me,
The words his eyes spoke,
The questions he did ask me,
"Would you still hate, if I got to know."

He wanted to know me,
So that I would not hate,
I told him I could never,
My love for him was fate.

Like a dream he smiled,
And held me in his arms,
And then swiftly but oh so gently,
His kissed away my qualms.

This is a Universal Poem - it goes for all my fictions.

Sometimes life is so unfair,
Sometimes it seems that no-one cares,
Life just doesn't seem to go your way,
When time drags by, through the days.

Love can seem so lost,
a heart can seem so hurt,
A cause can cost,
A heart can burn.

Evil sometimes threatens,
Those who you hold dear,
Blood can be shed on both sides,
Whether they be far or near.

The key to your survival,
Your pass thorugh this life,
Is to hold strong what if true,
Dont get lost within the strife.

Keep fighting for the answer,
Keep searching for the cure,
As with the Fathers help you will,
Find your way, for sure.

I love this last poem Emma, it rings true for all of us, not just a fan fiction, keep up the great work. :flowersmile:

Thanks Swizzle

Just so you know, I am working on others it's just taking time to get them together.

They are honestly amazing Em. You have honest talent !

Thank You. Hehe maybe I should be a writer.

I'd buy your book

AND MY Uncle could be the Publisher