'I looked down at their graves. He always said that if Voldemort DID find them, he wasn't to leave her side. But, I think he meant that when she was ready to die. Though maybe he felt a surge of relief that he didn't go off alone, and to save her and their son the sadness. I looked at the old journal he kept. Everything about her, about his feelings. I never knew the inner grief. I thought he was always strong, even after his dad died.
His qualities:
Strong
But then again, He had a right to his personal life. Even if we told each other everything. I mean, we were friends for life. He was always laughing and enjoying life, even at the worst of times.
His qualities:
Happy; Laughable
Dumbledore said that death was just but the next great adventure and I believe him. But will it to me? Will I burn forever more as the crow caws, forever more burn in Hell? My friend always tried to find the best in everything, like his wife.
His qualities:
Don't judge everything when you first see it.
But what great adventure lie forth in front of me? Heaven, Hell, or a little bit of both. I believe I will rot in that ol' pit full of fire, to pay for this betrayal I made. But Dumbledore told me it wasn't a betrayal. I was wise and brave to do what I did. Just like him.
His qualities:
Wise and cunning, like me.
Now I look at the sunset and wonder, in my dying days, where will I go from here. To hell, or to heaven where my best friend. He was a bastard for not listening to Dumbledore. I mean that in a nice way. We would always kid like that. I look back and think. Now, on my death bed, I look back.
His qualities
Strong
Happy; Laughable
Don't judge everything when you first see it.
Wise and cunning, like me.
This what helps bring my best friend to life.'
Harry Potter closed that last entry in his godfather's journal. He kneeled down and put lillies on his mother's grave, a smalll wooden stag on his father's, a small werewolf and a single stem of wolfsbane on Remus Lupin's grave, and finally stopping and looking at the fresh tombstone. Harry put down a small dog, and whispered.
"Moony, Padfoot, Prongs, and Lily, best friends forever." And he took in the fresh tombstone:
Sirius Nathan Black
Born:
Saterday, April 1st, 1961
Died:
Saterday, April 1st, 2001
'A friend, a joker, a convicted
murder that had the brains to
escape azkaban, and lastly,
a godfather.
As Harry stood up and walked past his parents grave, he noticed a area between them, big enough for another grave.
'What's coming' is coming' and we'll meet it when it does.' The familiar words Hagrid told him echod through his head. He smiled and walked back to his best friends, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. A happy thought, yet forboding echoed though his ming again:
'They're saving a seat for me, they're waiting."