(To the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen".)

Sirius singing in OotP:

God rest ye merry Hippogriff,

And may your worries fly.

Remember now the Potters,

Who on Hallow's Eve did die.

To save us all from Voldemort,

When things have gone awry.

O-oh tidings of comfort and joy,

Comfort and joy,

O-oh tidings of comfort and joy.

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There, it was lame, I know it. But I was bored - you can't blame me.

Anyhoo. Review. No really, say something, please.