But Harry merely grabbed the scruff of his neck and pulled him along. "Oh, no, this is long overdue!" Had Sirius done the bare minimum, namely eating properly, and keeping at least a basic workout regime, the teenager would have never, ever had a chance to drag him along. As it were, the older wizard could offer little resistance, when his godson pulled him into the graveyard. He spotted Nagini under some bushes and looked around. There was a figure, but it stood unmoving, watching, waiting. Strange enough, that gave Harry the strength, to do what was needed. Dragging his godfather to the gravestone of his parents, he pushed the man towards it. Choking, the other wailed, sinking to his knees before the headstone, "This is all my fault!"