The wind blew softly around the lonesome graveyard; blowing leaves from
their little piles onto the desolate graves. Harry stood alone in the
graveyard, holding two flowers tightly gripped in his right hand.
He knelt down next to the nearest headstone; his godfather's headstone.
Harry could feel tears coming to his eyes, but he wouldn't cry.Sirius
wouldn't have wanted him to cry.
It was all he could think about the last couple of weeks. The image of
Sirius falling into the veil; the terrified expression on his face before
he fell; and the thought that he never would be able to see him again.
Harry had never felt so miserable in his entire life; his heart was broken.
So Harry had taken it upon himself, to make sure Sirius' death was treated rightly. He had and honorable funeral and everything, he wanted everything to be prefect; though there wasn't even a body to place in the grave. Besides, Harry thought of it as more of a memorial to his godfather than sign of his departure. A little up the ways there was a small playground where children would laugh and play; the cemetery was nicely decorated (at least as far as cemetery's go) and well kept; and the sun always seemed to shine here. Overall, Harry didn't think it was all that bad of a place, and he visited it as often as he could. Today, he had brought flowers along, after seeing the last time that his other ones had dried up and been blown away. Slowly he placed the two lily's he had brought in the center of the tombstone. Harry stood up, dusted himself off, and began to leave. Only now he could no longer hold back the tears that had flooded his eyes. He walked along, wiping his eyes on his sleeve as he went; the autumn air wrapping around him like a warm blanket of comfort. The wind almost whispered in his ear; like someone's voice telling him to be strong and not to worry; and he smiled to himself, the first smile in days. He walked on; listening to wisping wind whisper to him from beyond the veil.
So Harry had taken it upon himself, to make sure Sirius' death was treated rightly. He had and honorable funeral and everything, he wanted everything to be prefect; though there wasn't even a body to place in the grave. Besides, Harry thought of it as more of a memorial to his godfather than sign of his departure. A little up the ways there was a small playground where children would laugh and play; the cemetery was nicely decorated (at least as far as cemetery's go) and well kept; and the sun always seemed to shine here. Overall, Harry didn't think it was all that bad of a place, and he visited it as often as he could. Today, he had brought flowers along, after seeing the last time that his other ones had dried up and been blown away. Slowly he placed the two lily's he had brought in the center of the tombstone. Harry stood up, dusted himself off, and began to leave. Only now he could no longer hold back the tears that had flooded his eyes. He walked along, wiping his eyes on his sleeve as he went; the autumn air wrapping around him like a warm blanket of comfort. The wind almost whispered in his ear; like someone's voice telling him to be strong and not to worry; and he smiled to himself, the first smile in days. He walked on; listening to wisping wind whisper to him from beyond the veil.
