Why exactly he'd come here, Sirius didn't know.
There would be no body of course, just a gravestone over an empty tomb. Sometimes, he knew, the Black family would lay out the body – preserve it for all to see. Sirius had always thought this a futile habit. Eventually the spells would fade and nature would take its toll.
In this case though, there hadn't been a body to preserve.
The wind bit at him as he stood there, staring at the tombstone. No one saw him.
Why was he coming here?
The only answer he could think of was not an answer at all, but a memory. A little boy, with a shock of black hair and the same near-grey eyes, laughing... Playing... The boy was wearing only dark shorts and a t-shirt. His arms were bare, and free of any marks.
Sirius sighed and turned away but the name was still burnt into his mind.
Regulus...