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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

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