Memories:
(Sirius Black)
I never thought she'd be forgotten. She was too special. Her raven colored head and big blue eyes were featured in too many memories to ever be erased completely. I didn't understand how anyone could ever, even momentarily, forget Doe Meadowes.
For a few years after her tragic death, no one mentioned her. Remus was too upset. He kept her pictures with him and hardly took them out around anyone. The only picture I ever saw of her was the photo of the whole Order of The Phoenix. She stood with her hand intertwined with Remus' and kept smiling over at me; she couldn't get over my new short hair.
It still killed me inside that there were so many things that Doe would never see. Especially Harry. She was so excited when he was born and all Harry had ever heard about her was that she was murdered by Voldemort.
In Harry's fifth year, everyone was around my place for Christmas. Remus had been there a few minutes before and now he was nowhere to be found. I headed outside to where I knew he would be. Sitting on the front steps of Grimmauld Place, crying softly, was my 36 year old best friend. Remus was crying and staring at the top right room of the house across the street. I could almost see Doe there, motioning me to come over.
" I miss her, Sirius" Remus said through tears. He was clutching a photo of her. She was twirling and smiling and showing off her new ring. It yanked on my heartstrings.
" I know you do" I said patting him on the back.
" No one remembers her!" He said sadly, " Molly just mentioned her as Doris"
" I remember her," I said slightly.
And for a moment we were both silent. We sat staring down at the picture of the 20 year old girl we both loved encapsulated in a photo.
And to fully understand the magical and disturbed life of Doe Meadowes' life, it must begin at her fifth year and she must tell it herself.