Sirius Black, or Snuffles; oh my!
You suffered enough, howling to the sky.
You are a man with such great, potential power –
You have lived through the deepest, darkest hour.
That moment in which a friend went out like a light;
It brought you nothing but blurred sight.
Another comrade framed you for a killing;
And you laughed and laughed – the sight truly chilling.
Taken into Azkaban, where most said you'd live out your life,
You borrowed a paper from the Minister, no weapons, no knife.
What's this? The traitor lives on?
Standing a greasy rat in Egypt's pyramids of fawn?
The shiver runs down your spine,
Your heart pounds, wildly disturbing time.
In a flash you have black shaggy fur;
And in a moment you're out: a black blur.
Memories restore partly to your crazed mind;
There is one that you must kill...but first find.
The rat on the redhead;
You'll kill him! You want him dead!
But first, dear friend, you must find the one you seek –
Go after your godson, however you are weak.
Take a break, think of your name –
Are you different, or are you the same?
Sirius Black, or Snuffles; do you know?
In most of our hearts, you'll always be Fido.