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Author's Note: Bear in mind, friends, you and I know the hippogriff has a name, but Sirius doesn't. :-)
A Hippogriff With No Name
On the first part of the journey
I was still numb from disbelief
There's been tears and grief and death and lies
Now there might be hope before I die
The first thing I knew
I spoke to the hippogriff I flew:
'Is there a name I can call you?'
and 'Do you think I deserve what I got?'
Been flying over I'land on a hippogriff with no name
Felt good that Harry and Moony knew the same
During this flight I can almost feel sane
'Cause if I try I can nearly forget the pain
After two nights
While we're on the run
I began to understand they believed
After three nights
Without the sun
I realised I held sand in a sieve
I had lost the best years of my life
And the ones left were still full of strife
Been flying over I'land on a hippogriff with no name
Felt good that Harry and Moony knew the same
During this flight I can almost feel sane
'Cause if I try I can nearly forget the pain
After four nights
The rat had fled too far away for me
So I quilled a letter to Harry
There's been tears and grief and death and lies
But above it all you can rise
Of course I didn't write that all to James's son
Only a rather stiff note about brooms and owls
Under the small talk
Was regret for what had been done
And I'll die if I can only make it up to him now
You see I've been flying over I'land on a hippogriff with no name
Felt good that Harry and Moony knew the same
During this flight I can almost feel sane
'Cause if I try I can nearly forget the pain