The second time was the morning the newspaper released the official report on Sirius. It must have been mid november, all of his crimes had been added up and listed in one long article. Remus had brought fresh flowers to the grave, a consolation gift as he read the article to the people beneath the ground. James thought the worst thing a person could do was betray their friends, the height of dishonour would be to even accuse. But Remus sat there and he read it aloud, a part of him knowing James was listening somewhere, and that he was just as hurt as Remus was.