"Remus? Remus?" Harry called, walking into the main living area of the black house with an old photograph in hand. It was a magical photograph and it depicted a snowy background where there stood a black haired man and a blonde girl. Both were exceedingly tall and Harry was impressed by the girls height. Appearing about fourteen or fifteen, he got a little pink in the cheeks, thinking that the girl was rather attractive. Her hair was similar to Fleur Delacour, but her face had the same sharp features and high cheekbones as Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Yes Harry?" Remus asked, looking up from an edition of the Daily Prophet and towards Harry, his eyes going to the picture in his hand. "What have you got there?"

"Well you see I didn't mean to-, I was checking out Sirius's old room and practicing a dispelling charm... you know, trying to make sure the room had no hidden spells in it. And that was when I sensed one. I'm not sure of the type. I've never heard of a spell that was able to do this, but someone enchanted a floorboard to well, come alive," explained Harry quickly, trying not to make it seem like he was snooping. Remus just frowned, waiting for more of an explanation as to what was in his hand. "When I sensed that I tried to lift the floorboard, thinking it might be hiding something. It fought back you see, gave me a nasty cut on the forearm. I got it to be still, and I looked under it. That was where this was-"

Remus held out his hand and took the picture from Harry. Not noticing the way Remus stopped moving completely once his eyes traveled from the girl to the guy and back to linger on the girl, Harry continued. "That was beneath it. Even stranger was how as soon as I removed the picture from the floorboard, it turned back into a normal piece of wood without a trace of life. I don't understand how the spell was done. But- well that picture. That's Sirius isn't it?"

It was then Harry finally noticed how hard Remus was clutching the picture and how hard he was staring. "Remus?" Asked Harry, gently touching the older man on the shoulder to awaken him from his stupor. Remus showed no visible signs but did relax. "If that's Sirius though, who's the girl?"

A small smile twisted upon Remus's face and for a second Harry was convinced the sorrow in remus's eyes had been imagined. The relief faded however, as soon as he saw the way Remus's eyes shinned with tears and how his smile looked sadder than any he had seen before. "That-" Remus stopped to swallow. "That was the fifth marauder."

"Five? I thought there was only four." Harry was a little upset that he hadn't been told anything about the girl. Where were her pictures? Why hadn't she been talked about? What about the map? Her name was absent.

Nodding, Remus brushed a gently finger over the girls face in the portrait as if caressing a lover, watching closely as the picture was moving. The girl didn't have a scarf on despite the weather and the teenage Sirius was bundled up warmly. At first the two were standing side by side, posing for the picture. Then, slowly, you could see Sirius trying to sneak his arm around her waist and when the girl caught him, she turned and smacked him in the face with her wand, leaving a mark. Then, her face turned and she looked at the camera and grinned wide. But, the most disturbing thing was how after she grinned her eyes went to the camera and lingered with a sad expression while Sirius could not see. "Her name was Eniko." His voice was barely a whisper and Harry had to strain to hear.

"Eniko? That for some reason that sounds familiar but I can't remember why." Harry frowned. " I don't feel like you've spoken about her before. "

A small sigh came from Remus. "Her story we we had a lot with her. She destroyed all of the pictures we had together but I suppose she just couldn't bring to leave us without one. It's no surprise she chose this one. It was the last one taken before " Remus went quiet again.

"She seems important to you," Harry observed. Remus nodded and continued to stare. "Can you tell me about her?"

The request went unanswered for a moment. Then, Remus motioned for Harry to take a seat. "It's a long story. A painful one and if Sirius heard me speak of this he would behave darkly for the next year. Her full name was Eniko Aku Pivovarova."

"Pivovarova?" Harry blurted out. "She was from them? Hagrid told me there isn't a witch or wizard from that family that didn't get sorted into Slytherin and become a follower of Voldemort!"

Remus smiled at his antics. "You're right there was not but one. That was this girl. Much like Sirius Her story was fated to be tragic from the beginning. As I was saying though, her name was Eniko Aku Pivovarova. She was clumsy and dramatic and couldn't do anything in Herbology to save her life. Nearly killed by a mandrake once. But, she was also selfless, beautiful, and kind. Your father counted her as an excellent friend. If things had turned out differently she would have been your godmother and you would have ended up living with her." It was then his voice broke and Harry knew better than to speak to the man. Remus, who was always so strong, was on the verge of tears due to a memory.

"It all started our second year. She was a year younger you see, and Sirius was the one who first met her. It was on the day of the sorting actually, the girl was much like "

And Harry listened to his story as it unfolded late into the night, almost able to imagine himself in the footsteps of the girl. Slowly, he gained a new understanding to his father's era and his life.