"Sirius' Anger"

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Number 12 Grimmauld Place

Is where I now must hide my face

I can't go out to see the sun

Or have what I so long for, fun

Lupin stays inside with me

But once a month he must flee

The full moon claims him on that night

He doesn't want to cause me fright

So he leaves

I'm alone

With no one but Kreacher

In this dismal home

I want to see Harry

But I must be wary

Of the dumb ministry

Who is hunting down me

When it's Peter they want

When they're out on the hunt

But they think him dead

So the search for me instead

I wish I were dead.

A/N: well, what do you think? Please review, it would lift my spirits.