Years Gone Passed-
Prologue:
A dark cold wind blew restlessly across the manicured lawn of the cemetery. Foreboding clouds were moving in from the north blocking the warming rays from the afternoon sun. Rain was inevitable.
But that didn't seem to bother a lone figure standing in front of a plain gravestone. He had messy black hair and emerald eyes that seemed as dark and stormy as the skies above him.
He was almost a stone himself. Not a single emotion flicked across his face, or a tear fall from his eyes. He could've been mistaken for a statue if not for the fact that he was kept muttering to a small mirror in his hands.
"Sirius," he whispered, "If you can here me please answer. I miss you Sirius." The pain in his voice more than made up for his stoic features.
Frustrated he stuck the mirror into his coat pocket and stared at the inscription on the tomb.
Snuffles
The Order had not been able to put anything else on it. Sirius was still a wanted man and if the Ministry found the gravestone with his name and birth –date on it then they could easily traced to the Order.
Even though the Ministry believed Voldermort was back they still refused to believe that Sirius was innocent.
So Sirius' empty grave sat there in the desolate graveyard where no one but his friends would ever know whom Snuffles really was.
Harry's green eyes widened as a story unfolded in his mind's eye.
A young woman with grief woven about her soul. She had just lost her young child and the sight of his little coffin being lowered into the ground was too much for her to handle. Under the guise of needing some time to herself she solemnly made her way through the graveyard.
First she found herself at the small still pond that rested beneath an apple tree. It was spring and a fresh sweet breeze blew the small pink apple blossoms onto the surface of the glassy water.
She stared into the water and saw a ghost of herself lost beneath its dark depths, all alone. Refusing to see herself like that the women got down on her knees and tried to scoop up her soul in the palm of her quivering hand but it just strained through.
She's lost and no one can save her now. With her mantle of grief about her the young mother strolled sorrowfully through the rows of graves creating a story for a name, creating a person, a face.
When she reached Sirius' all she saw was the word Snuffles. No face will go with this; no story will unfold itself. And thus Sirius Black fades into the bitter darkness of time only remembered as the murderer who got away.
Harry wiped his hot tears away on the sleeve of his jacket. The wind's cold breath blew through his black hair.
A drop of rain fell onto the lens of his glasses. Another followed it, then another, and another. Harry's anger and sorrow and been sharpened to a point. Together they ripped through the seams of the clouds and unleashed its tears.
Harry just stood there in the thickening rain as water soaked into his clothes and rolled down his shivering face.
A streak of lightning flashed across the sky.
Harry stared up at the sky and screamed, but the roar of thunder drowned him out. Breaking into tears he collapsed onto the muddy ground.
His glasses were flung off his face and smashed into tiny pricks of piercing glass on Sirius' gravestone.
His tears mixed with the mud. Some believe his grief seeded the single black rose that forever blooms at the foot of Sirius' tomb.
"I miss you Sirius," Harry choked slamming his fist into the mud. "Why'd you have to leave me like this!"
Another flash of lightning quickly followed by a roll of thunder. "WHY!?" Harry shouted.