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A/N: told in someone else's point of view sort of first person watching a person do something so it is third person in a way. Guess who the person watching is. You'll know by the end...I hope. Pleadse read and review! -Cole

A pale man with long, black hair, dark, cold eyes, ruby red lips, and a slightly large nose walked silently up to the gravestone. Everyone else had left, even Potter, who had stayed late into the night, was gone by now. It had to have been well past midnight, but Severus Snape had not move from that spot, could not move from that spot.

The gravestone was elaborate, Potter had wanted the best. It was sculpted into a large, bear-like dog with Padfoot scrawled across its head. The dog stood on a platform and on this platform was written the words that indicated who lied beneath. Severus read them slowly; as if each word would be the last he ever would read.

"Sirius Orion Black

December 12, 1957-May 22, 1996.

A trusted friend, a framed prisoner, and a true

Marauder to his death.

May you find peace in heaven with you friends,

and may those you left behind forever

remember you with awe and love."

Potter, of course, had written the words with some help from me. Severus traced the words with his long, white finger. A lone tear ran down his face. He hated Sirius Black; he hated that man with every bone in his body, with his very essence of life. Sirius had tried to kill him, and Severus vowed never to forgive that mutt or his loyal friends. Sirius was an arrogant prick who was able to do everything Severus had wished he could have done.

And Severus hated him for it. Severus hated how Sirius had ran away, he hated how Sirius was able to befriend Potter right away where as it had taken years for Severus to gain Draco's, his godson, trust. He hated how Sirius had all the friends, all the women, back at school, how all the teachers had been in awe of him because he was a Black that had turned good and that had only happened with Andromeda.

But most of all he hated that he, Severus, could still hate Black even after the mutt was dead. Severus hated how everything felt was so useless now that Black was gone. He hated how life just wasn't worth it, how the Order meetings were so dull and no one seemed to really want to fight any more, he hated how the ignorance everyone had before that battle was now torn from them with one simple spell. And it was all Black's fault.

But what I do not understand is why, if Severus hate my best friend so much, he stands here so late at night and speaks the words on the tombstone so sadly, as if the world had stopped as they were uttered. I can not comprehend how he can stand there, tears running down his face, mourning a man that once tried to get him killed. It is beyond my understanding as to why he is here at all, let alone why he has stayed thus far and had no intent on leaving.

Severus turned to the grave, and in a voice so barely audible I was only able to hear it due to my werewolf senses, hear said, "I hate you, I hate you so much, you ruined everything in my life while you were living, and now…now you are dead and yet you still haunt me. I wonder how all of your friends are taking this. I wonder why they are not here now," he paused. Looking around and not finding what he was seeking he turned back to the grave and said, in a bit louder of a voice, "But then again, you and I always had a strange bond. We were both the white sheep, both outsiders. If anything, Black, we were more alike than any one else we ever did meet."

Ironic, isn't it that Severus, who has hated Sirius since the day they met, could mourn Sirius more than I, who have considered myself his closest living friend, ever will.