A/N Hello! This is my first song fic, to Don McLeans American Pie. I know it's a strange song to choose, but I was listening to it the other day, and the lyrics made me think of 'the day the Potter's died'. This could be from anyones POV, but I was thinking that it could be from Sirius' point of view, as there are a few things in the lyrics that made me think about Sirius. Enjoy!
The Day The Potter's Died
A long long time ago
I can still remember how that girl used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while.
But July made me shiver
With every smile I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about her baby child
But something touched me deep inside
The day the Potter's died
So Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Did you write the Book of Love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Magic tells you so
Do you believe in rock 'n roll
Can magic save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well, I know that she was in love with him
'Cause I saw her dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the Potter's died
I started singin'
So Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Now for eleven years I've been on my own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's not how it used to be
When Peter sang for the Dark Lord and Queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the Dark Lord was looking down
Peter stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while I read a book of Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the Potter's died
We were singing
So Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The brooms flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul out on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With Peter on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the students played a funeral tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the Potter's died
We started singing
So Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation Lost in Space
With no time left to start again
So come on, James be nimble, James be quick
James Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the Dark Lord's only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break Voldemort's spell
And as the dark mark climbed high into the night
To light the sacrifical rite
I saw Voldie laughing with delight
The day the Potter's died
He was singing
So Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
I met someone who sang the blues
And I asked them for some happy news
But they just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd seen the Potter's years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last broom for the coast
The day the Potter's died
And they were singing
They were singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
The Day The Potter's Died
A long long time ago
I can still remember how that girl used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while.
But July made me shiver
With every smile I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about her baby child
But something touched me deep inside
The day the Potter's died
So Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Did you write the Book of Love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Magic tells you so
Do you believe in rock 'n roll
Can magic save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well, I know that she was in love with him
'Cause I saw her dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the Potter's died
I started singin'
So Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Now for eleven years I've been on my own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's not how it used to be
When Peter sang for the Dark Lord and Queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the Dark Lord was looking down
Peter stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while I read a book of Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the Potter's died
We were singing
So Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The brooms flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul out on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With Peter on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the students played a funeral tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the Potter's died
We started singing
So Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation Lost in Space
With no time left to start again
So come on, James be nimble, James be quick
James Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the Dark Lord's only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break Voldemort's spell
And as the dark mark climbed high into the night
To light the sacrifical rite
I saw Voldie laughing with delight
The day the Potter's died
He was singing
So Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
I met someone who sang the blues
And I asked them for some happy news
But they just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd seen the Potter's years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last broom for the coast
The day the Potter's died
And they were singing
They were singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die