HARRY
                              
Alas, that loss of love, that I can still feel,
                              
Even without eyes to her, I remember her still... Ginny!
                              


                              
Harry sees a Daily Prophet headline as they walk down the street
                              


                              
Oh shit! What was the cause of this vile riot!
                              
No, tell me not, for I have heard it all.
                              
There's much to do with hate, but more with love, Ron!
                              
Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
                              
O anything, of nothing, first create!
                              
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
                              
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
                              
Opposites of what is right! 
                              
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!
                              
Never-ending battles, that is what it is!
                              
This love I feel for my lost love, is great, but I feel no love in this!
                              
Dost thou not laugh at my misfortune?

                              
RON
                              
No, mate, I rather weep.
                              
HARRY
                              
Good heart, at what? Your mistakes?
                              
RON
                              
At thy good heart's oppression.
                              
HARRY
                              
Why, such is me... love's bitch.
                              
This grief is of mine own and it lies heavy in my heart,
                              
Which thou wilt have me grow, to fight another war
                              
With more of thine lost: this love brings me pain, 
                              
Doth add more grief to me, it's too much.
                              
But love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
                              
My soul's pain purged with a fire sparkling in my lovers' eyes;
                              
But being that I am banished into a sea nourish'd with my tears:
                              
What else matters? This pain is a madness most discrete,
                              
An incessant itch and a preserving sweet.
                              
Farewell, my brother. I wish to mourn my lost love alone.
                              
RON
                              
Wait! I will accompany; you shouldn't be alone,
                              
And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
                              
HARRY
                              
Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
                              
This is not Harry, he's somewhere other than here.
                              
RON
                              
Tell me in truth, will you ever heal from her? It's been over a year, 
                              
She was my sister... and you nearly my brother in truth.
                              
I thought you healed. What brought on this fresh round of pain?
                              
HARRY
                              
What, shall I forget?
                              
RON
                              
Forget! why, no. We will never forget her
                              
But sadly tell me who can heal your heart?
                              
HARRY
                              
Bid a heartsick man in sadness to give answer?
                              
Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill, Ron?
                              
But I will confess a secret to you, mate. If you'll hear it. 
                              
In fear, brother, I think love other men.
                              
RON
                              
I aim'd so near I did, when I saw you staring at Cedric's butt... 
                              
Hermione and I knew, mate. We love you still.
                              
HARRY
                              
A right good guess, Ron! But I fear what my father will say.
                              
Even though my godfathers were together and they didn't care.
                              
Remus being a werewolf, certainly made it easier as Sirius was his mate.
                              
RON
                              
As long as he's right fair mark, Harry, it will be a hit.
                              
HARRY
                              
Well, in that hit, we will miss: there's no one
                              
With Cupid's arrow; every boy I like is straight;
                              
And strong proof of their desire to be so,
                              
From love's weak childish bow she hurts me at every turn.
                              
They will not try despite a siege of loving terms,
                              
Nor with my famous father and achievements,
                              
Nor the family vault of much galleons:
                              
O, every guy is rich in beauty, but straighter than an arrow,
                              
I am cursed to fail at love.
                              
RON
                              
You will give up and live chaste? There must be someone who is for you
                              
HARRY
                              
After Voldemort died under his own spell, 
                              
I've met nearly every wizard in Briton, Ron.
                              
For any beauty I've found was of horrible character
                              
Is it too much to ask for beauty and grace?
                              
My true love is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
                              
To merit bliss by making me despair:
                              
Requited love hath forsworn me, and in that vow
                              
Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
                              
RON
                              
Be ruled by me, your true love must be out there!
                              
HARRY
                              
O, teach me how I should forget to think of my despair.
                              
RON
                              
By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
                              
Examine other beauties!
                              
HARRY
                              
'Tis the way, but where?
                              
I've looked. I've looked for a long time. 
                              
These happy masks that I put on, are slipping further...
                              
Being black is my soul, crushed from loneliness. 
                              
I might be stricken blind, cannot forget it
                              
The precious treasure of my eyesight lost:
                              
But show me an Adonis that is passing fair,
                              
What doth his beauty serve, as but a footnote to his gentle soul
                              
That I may revel in forever?
                              
Farewell: thou canst not teach me to see what is not there!
                              
RON
                              
I'll prove thee wrong, or else die in your debt.
                              


                              
Exeunt
                              


                              
Grammarly says that this is 13% plagiarized (from W. Shakespheare's work and it's not copyrighted as the guy died like 400 years ago) But only 13%. Should I get it down? lol. But I love some of the original quotes! And it's funny how well I can make it fit!