"Tribute to a Fallen Hero" by Elizabeth ´Laureanna´ Green

Harry's nose was running from the cold, and he hastily wiped at it with a mittened hand. The snow crunched beneath his feet as he trudged up the slope after Lupin. Nervous energy coursed through Harry, bringing with it memories that he hastily tried to push back. Don't think about it. It's not...it won't help.
Shaking snow flakes from his glasses he realized that they were there. All around them for nearly a mile stood the faint, fuzzy silhouettes of gravestones. Silent monuments to the dead. Harry blinked and joined Lupin in gazing down at the snow covered slab of upright granite before them. Two minutes, maybe five, they simple stood there. At last, Harry stepped forward and knelt in the snow. The snow was caked and frozen on the surface as he scrapped it off to reveal the name beneath: Sirius Black
Harry carefully unwrapped the package he had carried all this way, and laid it gently beside him, right in front of Sirius' empty grave.

Lupin wanted very much to pull Harry into a tight hug; to simply hold him and let him cry out all the pain that was etched deep within his unfocused eyes. He wasn't sure if anyone had ever held Harry before, ever truly embraced the passionate, stoic, boy who refused to cry before others. But he restrained himself, and let Harry walk around behind him unobserved.
Sighing, Remus bent over and placed a sheet of parchment covered in his own writting on Harry's copy of the Daily Prophet, and set a small bouquet of blood red roses on top to hold it down. Straightening up, he saw that Harry was kneeling in the snow beside another grave marker. This one, he knew, was not empty. Harry had taken off his mittens, and used the heat of his hands to melt the 16 years of frost from the names.

Harry could feel the unbidden tears freezing to his cheeks, but he felt incapable of removing them. He stared vacantly at the forest away beyond the graveyard. It took almost a full minute for him to realize that Lupin had laid a hand on his shoulder. He stood up, absent mindedly brushing snow from his coat.
'Are you ready?' asked Lupin, tonelessly, the first words spoken since they had left London. Harry nodded.
The two dark figures that trundled slowly down the hill disappeared quickly into the swirling mass of snowflakes. Neither looked back.

Padfoot
A loyal Friend
a devoted godfather
Fearless in the face of danger
An unquenchable Spirit
through trial and sorrow
A fire forever burning for Justice
Stolen by fate, a warrior bold
True Heart-
you shall be sorely missed.
~Moony

BLACK WAS INNOCENT
Sirius Black, long believed to be a mass murderer has recently been proven innocent. The crimes for which he spent 12 years in Azkaban were in truth committed by Peter Pettigrew, alias Wormtail. Sources confirm that Black has spent the years after his notorious escape fighting against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and lost his life in battle in June, 1996, before his name was cleared...