Brother of my mother, with whom I stay, Cast spells and does tricks with a stick like clay. An odd bunch of friends call his home theirs, They all walk in, mostly in pairs. Accustomed with Gandalf and Spark head who join in his fun, Which is all very nice, because my previous life holds none. Alone I be, No other friends or family. To the arms of death they go, While I wish they carried me in tow. My uncle's name is Sirius Black, And mine is Perseus, son of Jack. All Characters belong to RR and J. K. Rowling