Never Be Another
First James, now Sirius? Who's next? Well Peter's technically gone, but honestly I never really liked him. He was more of a tag along than a true Marauder; we just let him follow us. But that's not the point. The point is, you're gone.
I remember when James passed away. I thought that I would never feel pain like I did that night. That pain that felt like someone cursed me with the Avada Kedavra, which is ironic really as that's how James died. Obviously I was wrong. You died.
I remember when we first met; September 1st, 1971. That day will always be engraved in my mind as one of the best days of my life. In case you don't remember, that was the day I met you. Right from the moment I saw you, I knew we'd be friends for life. It's not too often you have a feeling like this, you know.
We had our moments, those times when we were at each other's throats. Mainly because you were breaking the rules, but I suppose I shouldn't say anything, I did a lot myself. But most of all, we were like joined at the hip, along with James of course! Who could forget about the rule breaking master?
All those full moon nights when you stood by my side, Sirius, I'll never forget it. You do not understand how much that meant to me.
Harry. You were such a good Godfather to him. Well, when you weren't in Azkaban of course. I suppose it's the thought that counts, isn't it? He loved you like a father, Sirius. Never forget that. I know you loved him too. Sometimes it think, though, you mistook Harry for James. It's okay though, they look exactly alike. Harry misses you so much. He doesn't seem to know what to do with himself half the time. Luckily Ron and Hermione are there for him, it's less worry on me. I still think, however, he hasn't accepted the fact that you're gone. It troubles me, Sirius, it troubles me a lot.
Well, what I'm trying to explain to you is that I miss you. You were my best friend, but you're gone. You died triumphantly, and you'll always be remembered. There won't be a day that goes by when I won't think of you. I love you.
There will never be another you.
First James, now Sirius? Who's next? Well Peter's technically gone, but honestly I never really liked him. He was more of a tag along than a true Marauder; we just let him follow us. But that's not the point. The point is, you're gone.
I remember when James passed away. I thought that I would never feel pain like I did that night. That pain that felt like someone cursed me with the Avada Kedavra, which is ironic really as that's how James died. Obviously I was wrong. You died.
I remember when we first met; September 1st, 1971. That day will always be engraved in my mind as one of the best days of my life. In case you don't remember, that was the day I met you. Right from the moment I saw you, I knew we'd be friends for life. It's not too often you have a feeling like this, you know.
We had our moments, those times when we were at each other's throats. Mainly because you were breaking the rules, but I suppose I shouldn't say anything, I did a lot myself. But most of all, we were like joined at the hip, along with James of course! Who could forget about the rule breaking master?
All those full moon nights when you stood by my side, Sirius, I'll never forget it. You do not understand how much that meant to me.
Harry. You were such a good Godfather to him. Well, when you weren't in Azkaban of course. I suppose it's the thought that counts, isn't it? He loved you like a father, Sirius. Never forget that. I know you loved him too. Sometimes it think, though, you mistook Harry for James. It's okay though, they look exactly alike. Harry misses you so much. He doesn't seem to know what to do with himself half the time. Luckily Ron and Hermione are there for him, it's less worry on me. I still think, however, he hasn't accepted the fact that you're gone. It troubles me, Sirius, it troubles me a lot.
Well, what I'm trying to explain to you is that I miss you. You were my best friend, but you're gone. You died triumphantly, and you'll always be remembered. There won't be a day that goes by when I won't think of you. I love you.
There will never be another you.