The Chosen One

The chosen one I see, his lightning scar
Upon the forehead, bravery increased
My brother's friend, his parents are deceased.
Poor, handsome Harry I see from afar
A year behind, I'm still in Gryffindor!
Will he ever see my love will not cease?
He saved me from a basilisk, I'm pleased!
Put me on your Quidditch team, we can soar!
Why did I give up? To move onto Dean?
I saw how sad you were and knew that's it.
We kissed after that match you hadn't seen.
Ha Romilda Vane and Cho Chang, you twit!
Harry Potter is mine! Boy who lived's Queen!
And James and Albus and Lily we get!

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