JENONCA- I wrote this poem in my creative writing class, anyway a I looked through I realised that it reminded me of Sirius and his brother concerning their parents beliefs so I thought I'll put it on here.

I don't own Harry potter.

I don't want take on their prejudice ways

You don't want to take on your parents prejudice ways.

You tell them so, to which your mother replies behave.

Your father glares at you; you know that you're going to get punished tomorrow

but you don't care as you don't want anyone's sorrow.

Your parents tell you that the family has always been this way, even today.

You reply I don't want to take on your prejudice ways.

You run away at fifth teen never to return

You want their prejudice ways to burn.

Since you have been gone your younger brother worship for you is torn.

He now takes on their prejudice ways. He knows sooner or later he won't be able

to pretend to play these games.

Two years later your brother takes on the pain.

He travels to a cave.

He knows your parents were wrong so he searches for where he belongs.

As he gives up his life, he pales,

Knowing he should of baled.

His last words of his dieing breath are I don't want to take on their prejudice ways.