My Lost Friend

A/N: written in a moment of sheer spazzation. Credit to suba for helping me with some of the lyrics.

What happens when Sirius Black loses his prized possession? How does he grieve?

Oh MP3, you were made for me,

But now I have broken thee.

And so you must be recycled,

And handed off to So-ny.

It is a sad deed,

For you and me.

A friend you were,

In my time of need.

I am truly sorry,

For my reckless folly,

For flying so high with you,

Not knowing the harm it would do.

The end. R 'n' R! NO FLAMES PLEASE.

xxRichxx