Thank You for the Venom

Thank You for the Venom

Thank You for the Venom is an awesome song by My Chemical Romance, Harry Potter and his universe are owned by J.K.Rowling. I own nothing but the plot.

*song Lyrics* (because I don't know how to format lol)


*Sister, I'm not much a poet
but a criminal
and you never had a chance*


They say that she never had a chance, that from the start I poisoned her mind and made her think that she loved me, but in truth, it was her who poisoned me. Oh I know that she loved me, but I was her puppet, and did she ever pull the strings. To this day I let her friends think what they want of her because I just can’t find it in me to break this perfect image that they have always had of her. In the end I suppose that image does not matter anymore, maybe it never did.


*love it or leave it
you can't understand
a pretty face but you do so carry on*


She always had that fire in her, she loved to carry on even after everyone had given into what ever it was that she wanted, god did she ever bitch but I loved that about her. Her bossiness, that wild hair, her pretty face, and the fact that most of the time she would have everything planed in advance, I loved all of that about her, even the fact that she was not perfect.


*I wouldn't front the scene if you paid me
I'm just the way that the doctor made me*


I never denied that I was a death eater, a horrible son-of-a-bitch, nor do I now. I will not make excuses for the things I have done. She never denied what she was either, her friends begged and pleaded with her to just confess that I had her under a spell and none of what she did was her fault so she would be spared but she never did.


*On and on
and on and on*


The world kept spinning and life went on as it always will. The good survived and the evil will be punished. That was what the papers say, but nothing is as clear as good and evil. Hermione, my Hermione, she was neither good nor evil. She had aspects of both, she could love and smile like all the good people and she could throw hexes better than most of the evil ones. It wasn’t her fault that she turned, no it wasn’t mine either, no matter what Ron and Harry think. She was sucked in by her curiosity and her thirst for knowledge. It started when she decided that the only way to fight the dark arts was to learn them. They make you feel invincible once you know how to control your power. The dark lord was more then happy to welcome her to our side when she approached him and he thought there was no better way defeat Harry than by using his best friend.


*Love is the red
the rose on your coffin door
What's life like bleeding on the floor*


My love is gone, I was not allowed to go to her funeral or execution. I was allowed to read about it in the papers. Oh the pictures were so exposing, everyone from her class and those that used to be close to her were there crying. All of the articles read the same how it was not her fault, how I was the one to blame, how she was always so perfect. I did notice that her coffin door was beautiful, no doubt Potter and Weasley paid a good deal for it, and there was a blood red rose on it. I wonder where she is now and what it’s like, because that’s where I will be in a few short days, at least I hope I’m with her.


*You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe*


I wanted us to leave when she first came to the dark lord. I told her that we could runaway together and get out before the final battle. I never really believed in what the dark lord taught and preached to us every day. I did not want her to get involved in the fight because I loved her to much. She told me I could leave if I wanted but she was staying. I could not leave her and I think she knew it all along. She gave me a reason to believe in someone and that was her, not the dark lord but her, only her, always her.


*So gimme all your poison
and gimme all your pills*


She was like poison and pills, like a bad addiction, my addiction. The one thing I could never let go of. The one thing I would and did give up everything for. The one I will die for. I would never have it another way.


*And gimme all your hopeless
hearts and make me ill*


Harry and Ron where here today to have a little chat with me, well it was more like they yelled and I said nothing like always. They still believe her to have been their Hermione, the girl that helped them more times then I care to know about, the one that was always there for them, the one who cried every time I called her a mudblood, the one who had a heart and loved them unconditionally. God they make me sick with their inability to think that she could have been anything other than who she was in school.


*you're running after
something that you'll never kill
If this is what you want
then fire at will*


Harry and Ron are getting scared I can tell. They are running from the truth, from what Hermione was in the end. They are begging me with their actions and eyes and words to tell them that she was still their Hermione. They tell me what will come from my being uncooperative, that they will kill me but I am marked for death anyway so what does it matter? They will kill me so they do not have to face the truth, so they can keep running from the truth. If that’s the way they want it than so be it. I keep quiet while they tell me what they would love to do to me and how I derisive a slow and painful death for turning her.


*Preach all you want but who's gonna save me
I keep a gun on the book you gave me
Hallelujah lock and load*


The day that I have been waiting for since the day she was executed is finally here. They even brought in a preacher who is trying to get me to repent to tell the truth. Yea right because if I spill everything I will be spared. Right whatever, I am going to die weather I talk or not so I keep quiet like I have done every since I was sentenced. They don’t want the truth anyway they want to hear how I brainwashed Hermione.


*Black is the kiss the touch of a serpent son
It ain't the mark or the scar that makes you one*


They stopped using dementors after they defected to the dark lord’s side so the do things the old way now with a well placed Arvada Kedavra, and as the executioner points his wand at me, I can’t help thinking of her. We were always one with or without the mark, we were both touched by the serpent, by the evil. I suppose it is ending how she wanted after the final battle. I still don’t know why I can’t bring myself to tell Harry and Ron the truth about Hermione, maybe I do feel like it may have been my fault even just a little bit. It makes no difference now as everything is going black and I think I see her.


*If this is what you want
Then fire at Will*

The End