My Ode to Sirius Black

A short snippet I wrote when I was feeling particularly saddened by the death of a certain beloved fictional character whom I will never forget.

Disclaimers: I really don't own Harry Potter. Believe me, if I did, I don't know if Order of the Phoenix would end in such a way that it did.

;_;

J.K. Rowling must truly be a great author.

Only a great author could make millions of readers fall in love with a fictional character; so much in love, in fact, that when said fictional character fictionally dies, they fall into a pit of depression and sob their eyes out over him.

Only a great author could write the fictional character's last moments in such a way that whenever the readers read the page, at least one tear falls. And when they merely think about the last moments of their beloved fictional character, they cry many more.

Only a great author could make readers, who know perfectly well that their fictional character hasn't really died, because he was never really alive, believe deep down that their fictional character is dead.

Only the emotions brought on by what a great author writes down in a fictional book could ever be compared to the fierce sorrow attached to the actually death of a loved one.

Only a great author could lead readers to feel intense sympathy towards the said fictional character's fictional friends and family after he is gone, even though they know that none of the characters they're sympathizing for are real.

Only a great author could write a fictional death that shows readers who have yet to experience a death in their lives how much it hurts to lose someone.

J.K. Rowling must truly be a great author.

;_;

In memory of the beloved fictional character Sirius Black.