James' Funeral Service
Everyone was crying because Sirius organized a funeral for (little) James. Sadly, no one knew that it was a cat.
"James was…amazing," Lily said through a handkerchief. "I wish I could talk to him again…"
Everyone nodded. Sirius let out a sob.
"James was an excellent seeker and really smart," Remus said. "If there's anything we should learn about this, its that life is precious and short and we should cherish it. Sirius? Do you…want to say a few words?"
Sirius dried his eyes with a handkerchief. "Little James was my best friend," he began.
Lily buried her face in her hands.
"And we shared a lot of good times together. I'll never forget the time he scratched my face…"
"Huh?" said Peter.
"And the way he used to lick me…"
Remus began to cough uncontrollably.
"Sometimes, we would stay up…and I would pet him. He was so soft. I loved the way his tail hit me in the face when I was trying to study…"
Lily's mouth had fallen open and she was staring.
"And his breath sometimes smelled of sardines," Sirius finished, sniffing.
No one said anything.
"He was the best cat ever!" Sirius screamed at the mob like crowd.
And that's how Sirius got that scar on his face.