Sweet as sugar, 

Cold as ice, 

Cross me once,

I’ll shoot you twice. 

I’m the power, 

Of a woman's voice, 

Because every warrior,

Begins with broken hearts.

You won’t dare to call me a girl, 

Weak or strong, 

I’m the storm with skin, 

And you can see my true sin.

Every girl can blossom, 

From a weak hearted child, 

And instead of searching for a knight, 

They will search for a sword.

There is no difference, 

In a male or female, 

It’s just the history,

That sets this horrible mystery.

We have loved, 

Fought, 

Suffered, 

Chosen, 

Killed, 

Fight with me.

Stand with me.

And we will shoot the haters twice.

- Narcissa A. Slytherin