A/N: It seems this is popular, I got one review, but that is enough. Well one review so far there could be more. So as requested another chapter. This ones short because random brain dead creativity.
The rain was coming down hard. Such fitting weather thought Albus; even the heavens mourn their deaths. He looked on at the graves with two bodies wrapped in clothe at the base of one double headstone. He looked down the line and caught Sirius' eye. He gave Albus a nod and a small smile of reassurance.
They were in a small cemetery near the small town that James had grown up in. Most here were family and friends, all the marauders were standing further down, except Peter Pettigrew, who seemed to have vanished. Though only Albus would notice this. Then there were other wizards and witches who came in respect for the sacrifice made. Albus stepped forward and made a few fancy wand movements. The bodies disappeared into the ground and stone statues of Lilly and James came up. An image of their grace for all to see, the message carved under their names.
He stood there in front of the statues looking at the stone faces. He couldn't help but think how cold they were for such warm people. Sirius walked up beside him. "I wish I were there, I could have helped."
"No, no one could have. In fact you would have been dead too."
Sirius nodded. "Why can't I take Harry? I am his Godfather."
"Yes I know, but you are not of blood relation."
Sirius looked away. "I have some business to attend to. So I will see you around."
"Albus nodded and he watched Sirius walk towards Hagrid who was holding Harry. Albus understood Sirius needed to say good-bye. Albus also knew he was condemning Harry to a muggle life for a while at least. Harry should not know of his fame until he must. Albus began to walk away deep in thought when a man grabbed his shoulder.
"Oh know you don't, not until you come to my party for at least an hour."
Albus laughed, "And I suppose you'll try and beat me at chess again?"
The silver haired man laughed. "Yeah and this try I will win."
"Oh we will see Michael Finnegan."
Albus allowed himself to be swept away into a party where his own thoughts and sadness vanished.