I was very sad today so I wanted to do something cheerful. Childish rhymes are cheerful, so is Snarry (sometimes) so this happened. I did my best with the rhymes but man, I'm not a poet. I'm sooo not a poet.
I apologize in advance.

Updates will come daily. The story is finished, so no worries there. I tagged it MA, because it will be, but keep in mind that these are drabbles. (Which are in my honest opinion, pretty fucking hard to write.)

Editing was done by the super awesome Sexy. Lil. Emo. You're the best darling :)
I really hope you will like it!
Lots of love and hugs!

PS: Polish translation is available for this fic thanks to Sine! For link please contact me, or visit my AO3 account.

A is for Avada, the spell of mortal sin,

This is where our story will now begin.

It was a chilly October night, but Lord Voldemort didn't feel cold. He smiled, as he marched towards the house he had sought. He burst through the door with a flick of his wand. Potter was there right away, ready to fight him again. He sent the curse without even a single second thought, then stepped over the dead body. Lily wasn't holding a wand; she just stood in front of the crib, begging, not for her own life but for her child's. Voldemort pitied her and Severus too. Love was such a weakness.

"Avada Kedavra," hissed the snakelike man.