Hi!

I don't know about all of you, but I was sooooooo depressed when Sirius died. This poem is kind of depressing, but I think what Hagrid said was true. A battle with Dark wizards is how Sirius would have wanted to go, rather than die in his house of old age. He was just a character in a book, yes, but JKR made him seem alive, so here's my tribute to Sirius:

I was locked up in Azkaban;

The knowledge of innocence my only companion,

The dementors sucked in emotions, the air of all human pleasures and happiness.

Their breath rattling;

As their rotten skin left off an awful, gut wrenching stench.

The worst memories of my life were relived there.

Peter was the traitor; how could I have been mistaken?

Moony, will you ever forgive me?

I must have my revenge; it's not a pleasant thought.

No dementors can draw the intensity of vengeance out of me.

The day that I escaped, I knew I would have my final wish;

I would commit the murder I had been imprisoned for these twelve long years.

The only thing that kept me going, was the knowledge…

He's at Hogwarts…I must get to Hogwarts, he's there.

If I can just have one glimpse of my late best friend's son…

There. He flies as well as you did, Prongs.

The boy, the red haired one.

He has the rat, the traitor, the stinking turncoat.

I brought them to our old hideout, now if only they'd believe me.

He…he attacked me. Harry, if only you knew how much that hurt…

It is not physical pain, if only you would listen…

Finally. You believe me, Harry…you too, Remus. Moony.

The only thing that stops my heart from bursting with pleasure is the burning pain.

The agony I'm in when I look at you, Wormtail…how could you, Peter?

I would have died for you, Peter…how could you? How dare you?

Here it is. The end. My prison guards of twelve years are here to kiss me.

Is this the end? Did it have to end this way?

There is a tapping at the window.

No words can describe the joy I felt as my heart lifted…I fly away…

You truly are your father's son, Harry.

Yet here I sit, in the house I left at the age of sixteen.

I can no longer call it home, but I have a trusted secret keeper.

If Dumbledore cannot be trusted, no one can.

Even so, to me this is yet another Azkaban.

I would rather die than sit here, I need to help the Order, I need to help Harry.

Severus drives it home. I am useless. I have too much leisure time.

Imagine the joy in my heart when I am finally able to go out.

There should not be joy in my heart, though.

Severus has informed me. Harry is in trouble.

Nothing must hurt Harry, I will die for James's son.

I battle Bella, Padfoot's in action again.

My heart rises, the Order is winning!

What fun this is, she cannot hit me with a single curse!

I laugh at her, taunt, she can't touch me!

A spark emits from her wand.

The jet of light hits me square in the chest.

I am in shock; how could it have happened?

I fall backwards behind the veil.

I am dead.

I did not die in vain.

I died saving Prongs's son.

I gave my life in a battle with a Death Eater.

It was worth it. This is how I wanted it to be.

Do not mourn my death for long.

Live long and prosper, Harry. Live long and prosper.

*Sigh*….I'm so depressing, aren't I ;)?

Who else was upset over his death? Who else was a fan of Padfoot's?

Who wasn't upset that Sirius died? I want to know ;)

*Sammy-Jo*