"Lily! Lily!" Sirius Black shrieked as she entered the room. "I've just discovered an amazing band! You have to listen to them!" He tore off his headphones and jammed them on her head.

"Whoa, calm down there, Sirius," Lily Evans said, putting her hands up to stop him from crushing her. The sound of The Doors' "Love Me Two Times" filled her ears. "Oh, I love The Doors!" she commented. Sirius' mouth dropped.

"You knew about them?" he asked incredulously, "AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?!"

"Of course I knew about them," she said matter-of-factly. "They're a muggle band. The question is how did you find out about them?" He shrugged.

"Someone left the album out here and I thought the guy on the front looked a little like me, so I thought maybe someone made a recording of them saying how amazing I am and how much they love me, put my picture on the front and left it out here as a present for me," he explained. Lily tutted in disbelief.

"What kind of stalker would do that?" she asked.

"Hey! Stalkers are people too, you know!" Sirius said. "Anyway, I just thought that I should listen to it and all of a sudden, this amazing music came on! I must know more, Lils! Tell me more about these Doors!"

"Well," she said, picking up the album cover, "this man here," she motioned to the lead singer, "is Jim Morrison. He was an incredible songwriter and did marvelous concerts. They were an American band, but everyone loved them."

"Wait, what do you mean 'were' an American band," Sirius asked. "Aren't they still an American band? Or did they get Canadian citizenship?" He chuckled at his own weak joke.

"No, Jim O.D.ed in '71 and the band broke up," she said quietly.

"WHAT?!" Sirius screamed. "He's dead!? My hero for as long as I can remember is DEAD?!"

"Sirius, you just discovered him 15 minutes ago," said Lily.

"Well it feels like I've known him a lifetime!" he yelled, close to tears.

"Oh, poor baby," she said, hugging him as he sniffled. The portrait hole opened and James Potter walked through, exhausted from Quidditch practice. He spotted the two hugging at the fire, walked over to them and collapsed in a nearby chair.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, Lil, I'd swear you were cheating on me with my best mate," he said conversationally. Lily, the only one who could actually see him, smiled.

"You wish, Potter. Sirius is just a little… upset," she explained as Sirius gave a loud howl.

"Er, I can tell," said James. "Here, let me try." He walked over to the two and tapped Sirius on the shoulder so he looked up from Lily's now soaking wet shoulder. "Hey, Pads, remember me? Your Jamesy?" Sirius nodded and released Lily to grab James in his death-grip hug.

"He's — dead!" he managed to squeeze out between sobs.

"Who's dead?" asked James, patting his back.

"My — hero!" Sirius bawled.

"Dumbledore?" James asked. "Dumbledore's not dead, Paddy. We just saw him at lunch today."

"Not Dumbledore!" said Sirius, looking up from James' shoulder. "When have I ever said Dumbledore was my hero?"

"Last week at dinner when he wore green suede robes and a purple hat with yellow stars and comets zooming all over them," said James.

"Oh yeah," Sirius remembered. He giggled feebly. "That was cool. But no, my most recent hero has died."

"Who?" James asked.

"Jim Morrison," Sirius said dramatically.

"Who?" James asked again.

"Jim Morrison!" Sirius repeated angrily.

"He was a muggle singer who died a few years ago," Lily put in. "Sirius just found one of their albums and burst into tears when I told him that Jim O.D.ed."

"Lily," said James tiredly, "never tell Sirius that anyone has died, or he gets like this. You should have seen him second year when he found out that Merlin is dead too." Sirius howled louder.

"Sorry!" she said, wringing her hands. "What do we do now?"

"Well, normally we would wait it out and he gets over it on his own, but we could try distracting him," James suggested.

"Great," said Lily. "How?"

"Er, find him a new hero," James tried. "Recommend someone. Someone living," he reiterated. Lily glared at him.

"Alright, I'll go get some records for him to listen to," she said, running up to her dormitory. She returned a few minutes later with a large stack of records. "Sirius," she said kindly, in a voice she normally reserved for small children. "Have you ever heard of Bob Dylan?" Sirius sniffled and shook his head. Lily put on the top record from her stack. Bob Dylan's voice warbled out of the magical speaker, singing of how the times, they are a-changing. Sirius covered his ears.

"Make it stop!" he whined. Lily quickly took off the record.

"How about Jimi Hendrix?" she suggested, going through the stack. "Wait, no. He's dead." Sirius cried louder still.

"Here we go," she proclaimed, pulling one out of the middle of the mountain. "Led Zeppelin. Isn't that a funny name?" Sirius nodded weakly. "And they have a song called 'Black Dog,' Siri! Just like you!" Sirius sat up a little. As the first notes rang out, he stopped crying immediately.

He stared, mesmerized at the record player.

"I think we found our winner," James said to Lily.

"Shh! You'll ruin the magic!" Sirius scolded.

"Sorry," James apologized. "Lily will you go out with me?" he whispered quietly in Lily's ear."

"Ew Potter, take a shower," she said, pushing him away.

"Was that a yes?" he asked hopefully.

"No," she said, avoiding his gaze.

"Well was that a 'no' then?" he inquired.

"No," she said. "Now go take a shower. You smell like B.O."