He turns to face a world that falling apart before him, emerald eyes shining with tears. He desperately, hopelessly, honestly tried to grab it back before him, but it's all gone now. And it was his fault. He had been pulled apart from his soul. There was no patronus to save him. there was no dementor. After all, it was all a fantasy. Slight curse words.

"Nerd" "know-it-all" "bookworm" "smarty-pants" "bossy" "brain". those were the constant things Hermione had heard. It rained down, and splattered or her bushy hair as gumballs, crinkled paper, and markers on her table. dirt dumped on the floor, glue on her chair, and chalk on her backpack. But it was nothing to her. After all, she had one person that bear the burden. Matilda.

Tomorrow (or Today by some people) is a special day! Harry Potter's birthday! so I made this special letter for Harry. HP fans click here!

a poem written by Snape to Lily. nothing special. hope you like it!