The man walked into the cemetary, hand in hand with what you would presume was his son. Through the gates, along the path until thay stopped at a grave-stone which was ingraved with the name: Sirius Black. The man and his son stared at the grave.
"He was my godfather" said the man with the messy jet-black hair and metal framed glasses.
"What happened to him?" asked the son who looked like a carbon copy of his father, but with his mothers brown eyes.
"He...he died when I was 15" the man stuttered regret slowly creeping into his eyes.
"Oh..." said the son slowly hoping not to upset his father even more.
"Is that the man I was named after?"
"Your middle name? Yes."
They layed a white rose on the grave.
"He was like a father to me" the man chocked out " and he treated me like his own son."
"How come I never hear you talking about him?" the boy asked.
"Well..." the man said slowly, thinking every word through " One you weren't old enough to understand and..." he added "It hurts to...to talk about..."
The son didin't need him to finish the sentence to know what he was going to say. The father and son had a respectful silence, basking in each others confort.
"We better be going James" the father sighed " We've got a busy day tomorrow"
They walked slowly out of the cemetary. The father apparated home with James. For some reason he felt better.
'So this is what closure feels like...'
a/n please review! I barley get any reveiws! I took the time to write so you can take the time to reveiw!