A/N: Wow someone actually reviewed my story, cool! I was thinking about deleting it, but after finding out someone liked it made me change my mind, so thank you Hogwarts-Hero! And off we go again!

Hums "we're off to see the wizard..."

A week later, James Potter stood at a secluded part of the Potter land; his eyes dry as he stared at the priest. The small ferrety wizard was speaking but he might as well have been in another universe as far as James was concerned. Or maybe that was him.

He was standing at a freshly dug grave amid others from previous Potters, Sirius at his side. There were several other people at the graveyard, for which James was grateful for. He didn't want to have to deal with to many mourners or phony condolences. It was the two teens, several of his parents close friends, a couple Ministry workers that Harry Albert had actually liked and Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall. James was touched that they'd asked if they could come to pay their respects, he appreciated their asking and not outright assuming they could come as many people had. James had flatly refused a full Ministry funeral, not wanting to deal with the pomp and ceremony. This had caused a stir of protest by officials, neighbours and nosy journalists, most of whom who would just come because of the scandal surrounding the Magical Law Minister's death at the hands of extreme prejudice. Blinky had been furious about the nosy and uncaring people harassing her master and had hurled every one of them out of the home with magic, shouting her squeaky voice hoarse at the fleeing wizards. The sight of Blinky squaring off against a dozen or so trained wizards and coming off the easy victor, had shaken James out of his daze for the first time since he'd learned of his parents death and he and Sirius had been in hysterics.

The memory made him smile slightly, despite the complete inappropriateness of the situation. His mother would have found the incident hilarious while his dad would have made appropriate apologies, whilst congratulating Blinky behind closed doors. The elf at this moment was standing beside her new master, her eyes streaming. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Sirius blinking hard. James stomach clenched. He'd been so shaken at his loss; he'd nearly forgotten how Sirius felt. James parents had adopted him somewhat after he'd run away from his uncaring, awful family. Even before that, they'd always invited him over for periods of the summer to let him escape from his family's attitude and mannerisms that Sirius was alienated from. He had to be taking this badly too. He was just better at hiding it.

James was diverted from his thoughts when he became aware that the priest had now walked to the top of the grave. With a wave of his wand the double coffin rose and very gently lowered into the ground. James's heart ached. Blinky had taken his hand and was squeezing his fingers.

With a gentle thud, the marble coffin hit the bottom of the grave. James flinched, but lifted his own wand. The pile of dirt at the side of the grave rose and with a tiny flick, settled on top, forming an even mound.

He lowered his wand, staring at the grave for a moment. That was it. They were gone. They weren't coming back. Familiar hot prickling stung his eyes, but he refused to cry. He'd been an emotional basket case all week. He'd shed enough tears.

The small crowd had begun to murmur among themselves as the ceremony ended. There were stray sobs amid the hushed voices. James forced himself to remain at the graveyard. He'd been avoiding most of the crowds until now. He could at least do this small bit before going home. His mother would have been furious if he had not at least tried to be polite to her friends.

The first to come was Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall.

"Boys" Dumbledore greeted quietly. McGonagall nodded, dabbing the corner of her eye with a handkerchief.

"I am deeply sorry James" Dumbledore said softly. James could see the sadness in his eyes and he nodded. He knew that his parents had been quite close to Dumbledore; they had been part of the Order of the Phoenix and there had been mutual respect on both sides.

"Do you know who did it?" James asked quietly. Aurors were working hard trying to find who did it, but James trusted the Headmaster's opinions much more than the Ministry's.

"Another time" Dumbledore glanced around. James understood, even though the thought of his parents' killers still at large made his vision go red.

Dumbledore looked at James piercingly, his eyes almost going through him. "I know you're angry. And I know you will want revenge for what the guilty party have done. But don't try and find them yourself James. Your parents would not want you dying for vengeance."

James said nothing. Intellectually, he knew that to be true. But the anger still burned.

"I will visit sometime later in the month" Dumbledore said, his voice even softer. "And tell you both" he nodded to Sirius "all I know. I will pursue my own investigation and I will inform you of my findings."

The anger in James faded slightly. If Dumbledore was going to take care of this, the culprits wouldn't have a hope of getting away. He would be the better one for this, he never missed a trick and James reluctantly acknowledged he was far more likely in finding the people who had done it and living to tell the tale.

"James, Sirius." Dumbledore shook their hands. Professor McGonagall did as well.

"I should hope you pair stay out of trouble on your own?" she arched an eyebrow.

"Don't worry Minnie" Sirius flashed a half hearted grin. "Blinky will keep us from doing anything too drastic."

"I should hope so" she smiled at the elf, for once not telling Sirius off about his nickname for her. She nodded at James, her eyes unusually sympathetic. He nodded slightly in return. Both professors turned and walked to a specific spot and vanished.

For nearly an hour, James stood and received condolences from his parents' friends. He was glad his parents would be missed be people and not privately think it was somewhat better that they were gone. Sirius stood back from the talks, but near enough to show his support. Blinky was ushering those that had talked to leave.

Finally the three were alone.

"I is making some food now" Blinky announced quietly. "You is needing to eat Master James and young Sirius." She hurried off, leaving the two alone.

"I'm sorry" James said abruptly. Sirius looked at him baffled.

"For what?"

"This isn't any easier for you." He gave his best friend a look as he opened his mouth, looking ready to object. He sighed and drooped his head.

"I'm going to miss them" Sirius said softly. "They were great people, they didn't deserve this. I wish they'd have done that to my family; it would have done the world a favour."

James smiled faintly and clapped a hand to Sirius's shoulder. They stayed there for a few minutes.

Sirius stirred. "We're going to need a headstone."

Looking around, James saw several loose pebbles on the ground. He pulled out his wand, enlarged one and turned it into marble. He levitated it onto the top of the grave and under his command, words were engraved;

Harry Albert Potter

Caroline Justine Potter

Who fought the right the wrongs.

It sounded cheesy, James mused. But also right.

"We should go" he said softly. "Knowing Blinky, she'll make a feast and will tie us up until we eat everything."

Sirius grinned slightly.