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A/N: Covering yourself in duck tape is very painful. I figured I'd give you guys some advice since I have nothing interesting to say except thanks to everyone who reviewed, please read and review this chapter, and sorry about the shortness! I was originally going to have the next part with this chapter, but it wasn't in the stars, so it will be in the next chapter. And without further ado...

The Funeral

Harry and Remus rode in silence for most of the ride. They both attempted to make conversation several times, but neither really felt like talking. They didn't want to be quiet either, though. Quietness only leads to thinking, and both of their thoughts would lead to Sirius one way or another.

"So, have you decided to be Quidditch captain?"

"Yeah..."

"Congratulations. Your father would be proud and so would- never mind," Remus said, but they both knew he whom he was going to say, and Harry supposed he was right. Sirius would be proud. That made Harry happy. He would be even happier if Sirius were alive to tell him so.

"So, why isn't everyone else coming? I didn't really have a chance to ask..."

"They are. We just aren't all going home together. Dumbledore wants to speak with you at headquarters."

"Great," Harry mumbled.

"Harry, I know I have no right to be telling you this, but I think you should listen to him. I know you're angry, but he has your best interests at heart. He always has. I know sometimes it doesn't seem so, but Dumbledore is human. He makes mistakes."

"I know."

Remus nodded and continued to drive the car, which he prefers over brooms, he had told Harry. They were driving across the countryside, with nothing but plains of grass rolling along. The tallest visible structure was a portable restroom.

The car slowed as Harry's former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher said, "We're here."

"What? The funeral is in a port-a-potty?"

Remus simply replied, "It is the wizarding world."

Harry shook his head and followed into the bright pink plastic box. Remus opened the door and held it for Harry. Confused, Harry walked inside and found a regular toilet. Remus closed the door, opened it again, and walked out. Harry followed and gasped as he realized that they were in a completely different area.

It was a cemetery with green grass, gray tombstones, and white benches. There was also a casket in front of the benches. Harry and Remus sat in a bench close to the front.

After a few minutes, Harry looked around and saw familiar faces filling the benches. The Weasleys were a few rows behind him with Hermione. Several professors from Hogwarts were there. Professor McGonagal, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Trelawney were there. Hagrid was easy to pick out. Even Snape was there; probably out of guilt or under orders form Dumbledore, but he was there all the same. Everyone from the Order was there, and a few other witches and wizards Harry didn't recognize.

Everyone was quite except for a few sobs here and there. Harry himself was beyond tears.

After a few moments, Dumbledore went to the front.

"We are here to commend our dear friend, Sirius Black into the ground and to celebrate his life and memory.

"Sirius was a good man, though for twelve years, we all believed him to be not. He was betrayed and framed by one he thought was a friend..."

And Dumbledore told everyone the story of Sirius's life, and Harry found out many things about his godfather during his brief visits during usually bad times. Soon, Dumbledore was calling forth people to tell their favorite memories of Sirius. Most of them ended with him getting a detention. Soon it was time to bury the casket full of photos of Sirius, with the most recent being one from fifteen years ago.

"Before we bury him," Dumbledore said, "I would just like to tell everyone some news, that I'm sure Sirius would be very happy about. The evidence has been examined and Sirius has been pardoned with a full apology from the Ministry of Magic. He would be free, had he lived."

We'll it's great he gets to live free after he already died, Harry thought.

"And with that, we bury our brother."

Dumbledore said a spell and the casket floated into a hole next to it and dirt slowly covered it. After it was full, a gravestone that read:

Sirius O. Black

1957-1996

Died in combat to protect others.

Beloved friend and godfather.

He will be missed.

Under it was a black dog engraved in it. Most people would just assume it was the Grim, the symbol of death, but Harry knew it was for what Sirius turned into-a big black dog.

Harry sat there and stared at it for so long, that he was the only one left. Remus came up and put an arm on his shoulder.

"Come one Harry," he said softly, "Let's go."

Harry nodded and followed Lupin past the two gravestones next to Sirius's. The first had the name Lily Potter on it; the next had James Potter on it.

Lupin caught his gaze and said, "He would have wanted to be buried there. Next to them."

Harry smiled sadly as they walked back into the port-a-potty.

To Be Continued....