Disclaimer: we do not own the Harry Potter World, what ever you see that is not from the books.... Well.... it's ours. We own the plot!!!!
Harry Potter and the Scarlet Moon
Chapter 3 Ironic
An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic... don't you think?
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
"Well isn't this nice..."
And isn't it ironic... don't you think?
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures
Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face
A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic... don't you think?
A little too ironic... and yeah I really do think...
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures
Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out
Alanis Morissette
Around 5 in the morning I woke up. The sky was already working itself from the violet blue into a soft blue. The air was moist and thick like a sponge.
I had that dream again. The same dream I've been having ever since the person dearest to me was taken away. The dream that haunted my living and made me wake up to such hours in the morning. Sometimes the thought of having that dream didn't even let me sleep.
Oh. How I wish I had a at least one, ONE, peaceful night without that dreadful dream coming to me.
But facts are facts. Sirius is no longer here with me. No longer in this world.
How I wish i had listened to them. Why didn't I think of the mirror? Why did I believe Voldemort and his cheating, diabolical, sneaky, below the belt plan?! Why!? Why!? Why did Snape had to be such an ass!?
Yes. It's all his fault. He took away my precious. Him! And that awful Kreacher.
How I wish I could be with Sirius in his newfound freedom in heaven. I was so stupid! Driven by my anger! Driven by what Dumbledore so called moral fiber. I allowed myself to be taken by own thoughts.
So much pain! So much angst! I can end this! And I'll be with Sirius once again. No shall tell me what to do. I'll never be wrong! I'll never fail! I'll never disapoint anyone!
I stand on window still. The morning breeze brushs against my skin. With this new thought the grass looks much greener and the sky brighter. The sun rised as I fell.
The End
A/N: hahaha go to the next chapter and read the real one!
