Writers note: - I've tried story writing and failed so I thought I would try out poetry. Please let me know what you think. This poem is the view of Harry Potter, who is mourning over the death of Sirius.

He was my world,

He was my family,

He was the only thing left that kept me living,

All of my friends just don't compare,

To what he meant to me,

It's my fault he died,

Always the hero,

Jumping to conclusions,

His blood is on my hands,

No one left now,

No parents,

Not even a god parent anymore,

Just people left to pity me,

Well not for much longer,

Here I sit in the dark,

Alone,

Thinking about death

It'll be better this way,

When I'm,

Dead.