Ok peeps, this story really belongs to my friend Padfoot'smoon, she forced me to publish it on mine. It's actually a long funny story…but that's not important…Um…yea…here ya go peeps…

Ok, so the lovely beta Melodey70 pretty much covered it. I would like to thank her for beta-ing, but she did a really lousy job, so I can't. Ouch, that hurt! Don't hit me, it's the Truth!!

Is so not. Let's just stop rambling on and let them read…So :-P!!!

I agree with the "Lets stop fighting part, but not so much on the :-P part.

So yeah, here's the story, let it be known that Padfoot'smoon cannot type to save her life. She would also like it to be known that my computer hates her. Peace out peeps.

And happy whatever holiday is closest. Including the Holiday Inn.

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Humpty Dumpty

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Sirius looked one last time at the remains of the house that had once belonged to the Potters. It was like the muggle nursery rhyme Harry loved. The nursery rhyme Lily would never tell to him again. How did it go? His thoughts swirled, but would not come straight.

"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,"

They had sat on the wall, their heads in clouds, daring to be happy in this world of war, even as the wall fell around them.

"Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,"

Big dreams smashed as the wall crumbled, falling into the abyss. Dreams of peace and everlasting friendships. Another reminder of Peter's betrayal, another wave of sadness swept through him, only to be pushed away, converted into anger, as cold air is warmed, and rises.

"All the kings horses and all the kings men,"

He would be a wanted man, the Aurors; those ranks he had fought to join would hunt their own. And the true traitor would never be found. Only he knew. So only he could act on that knowledge.

"Couldn't put Humpty together again,"

And he could never be whole again, his best friend, his brother, chum, pal, mate, gone. Forever. At the very least he could be wanted for some thing he had actually done.

"All the kings horses,"

But even that was not to be.

"And all the kings men,"

And the storm breaks

"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,"

And his walls stretch and he shores them up with the anger, and the need to commit the crime he was imprisoned for, and they are beaten back down by guilt, and by sadness, and by loneliness, horrible black nothingness eating at his soul.

"Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,"

Until all of the sadness is anger and all of the loneliness is revenge, and all of the guilt is Padfoot's endless pacing the short length of his cell.

" They couldn't put Humpty together again,"

And as he stumbled, exhausted, triumphant, onto dry fresh, free land, the first tear dropped from his eye.