Life After Love

Prologue:

"Harry, what are you doing in here?" The voice of Remus Lupin came calling through the room.

Harry looked up abruptly from the book he was looking at, and felt as if he was caught doing something bad. Panicking Harry could only think of the reply of 'nothing'.

Remus stared at Harry for a moment. Harry was a fifteen-year-old boy with black hair, which could never be controlled no matter how many times Harry would try. He eyes were like jades and sadly look to worn down for Harry being only fifteen. It never ceased to amaze Remus how much he looked like his father and mother at the same time.

Looking around the room Remus stepped in more, cautiously as if expecting some one to dump freezing cold water on him.

"Harry." Remus warned, "I know that everything is a bit crazy but you shouldn't be going into other peoples room's without permission. Did you even ask Sirius if you could come in here?"

Sirius is Harry's godfather. He used to be a good-looking man that could get any girl he wanted, but after twelve years of Azkaban he looks had slightly deteriorated. He was still good looking, with curly black hair that reached his shoulders and gray eyes, which had not retained the mischievous glint they used to have.

Harry shuddered at the thought of having Sirius mad at him, but in order to answer Remus' question he knew he would have to answer truthfully.

"I just got curious. I saw Sirius entering this room a few times and coming out like he had been crying. I just wanted to know what made him sad, that's all." Harry said, truthfully looking down at the ground ashamed.

He hadn't meant to stay in here as long has he had but he ended up being to interested as to what was in the room.

As if you cue, Sirius had stopped right in front of the doorway. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Well, Harry here got a bit curious and I just spotted him, that's all." Remus replied good-naturedly.

"I see." Sirius looked at the book in Harry's hands. "It seems you found the scrapbook.

Harry looked at the book in his hands; in fact this is the reason that had Harry sitting in here for hours.

"Yeah, I didn't know." Harry paused not really sure if he was willing to take the risk about finding out who this person was, but he continued, "I actually have a question Sirius."

Sirius' eyebrow shot up in surprise, but he nodded and it was all Harry needed to continue.

"I didn't mean to snoop, but after I found this book I started to look through it and I noticed after several pictures this one girl kept appearing. I was wondering who she was or still is?"

Sirius walked forward, as did Remus who seemed curious as to whom this girl was. Harry flipped through the pages and found a close up picture of the woman. Sirius grasped the book and took a good long look at the girl. Remus let out a shaky breath when he had seen the girl Harry was curious about.

She was gorgeous. It was just a shot of her face, but it hit her at such an angel that made her look mysterious and charismatic. Her hair was a silky blonde that fell in waves down to her chin. Her face was aristocratically, with high check bones and slightly plump lips. But what always entranced people who looked at her, were her eyes. Her doe like eyes were a light blue color, almost so blue they look white. That wasn't the oddest thing about her though, what brought people to liking her was that her eyes told everything. Her eyes told stories, emotions and could look into the deepest pits of a person's soul. But what Remus remembered about her wasn't her beauty or how she was a good friend that deserved to be remembered. It was herself, the whole of her that was unforgettable.

"Her name was Evelyn. But everybody called her Evie." Sirius' voice cracked slightly, but it brought Remus out of his daydream. "She was a..."

"Someone who you would have wanted to meet." I continued, realizing the Sirius wouldn't go on, "I true friend, and a lover. She was a very optimistic girl and I probably shouldn't be talking about her in past tense. We don't even know if she is dead.

Harry looked slightly spooked at Remus and Sirius' reactions but looked back at the girl. Now that she had a name, she seemed prettier or maybe it was just that if felt a strange connection now that he knew who she was.

"She's not dead. Or killed?" Harry question slightly peeved at not having a straight answer.

"We both think she is still alive Harry but Evie was pretty easy to crack after you take every thing precious away from her. She comes with a story, Harry. One that I don't think we're ready to share with you yet. If you one day she returns or if she never does we'll tell you, but be prepared Harry but you might not like how this story turns out." Remus replied, before leaving the room with a depressed Sirius on his heels.

Harry looked once more at the picture. He felt drawn to her in some way, and he wanted to know why that was. Harry let out a sigh before closing the scrapbook and gently putting back where it belonged, on a shelf with all of the other dead memories of Sirius and the Marauders. Harry looked once more at the binding of the scrapbook; just too make sure he remembered it so that he could find it again.

Harry looked slight muffled at the choice of title, and left the room mumbling it under his breath.

"Life After Love? What the bloody hell?"