Sirius kept digging, shoving the metal blade into the dirt and piling the dirt up outside the grave that would soon belong to Harry Potter.
He looked over while working, smiling at Harry's same expression he wore when Dumbledore had froze him. "I didn't really die." He stopped digging and leaned on the shovel casually. "That black veil was really a portal to Voldemorts secret lair."
Dumbledore walked up behind Harry and picked him up again, dropping him in the hole like a sack of potatoes. "I hope you can breath dirt Harry Potter."
Snape came into view, looking down venomly. "Harry Potter... our newest... celebrity... is about to DIE!" He laughed insanely, like his whole life had lead up to that very moment.
Hermione and Ginny started filling in the hole, one shovel full at a time. Harry's last sight of his one true love was of her grinning madly and suddenly bursting into laughter.
Harry Potter was no more.