Author's Note: I wrote this to the tune of the Beatles song, "Eleanor Rigby." I'm not really a Beatles fan, but the rest of my family is, so the idea just popped into my head. And please, people, go easy on the flames, its my first fic.

Lonely People

Ah, look at all the lonely people..
Ah, look at all the lonely people..

Sirius Black, looks at the moon from the cell where he's kept locked away..
Why should he pay?
Looks out the window, wondering if, wondering what could have been..
Wondering when..

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

Young Harry Potter, can't understand why the Dursely, why they hate him so..
Where can he go?
Look at him sleeping, both parents lost on the night that they were betrayed..
What Voldemorts made..

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people..
Ah, look at all the lonely people..

Sirius Black, never betrayed his best friends, but was stuck with the shame..
He's a criminal name..
Young Harry Potter, wiping the tears from his eyes as he looks at the moon..
They died so soon..

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?