She was so pretty. She was actually three years younger than him, but people used to think that she was much younger, because of her almost childish features and his scars.

She smiled so often. It showed her lovely dimples and maked her eyes sparkle.

The first time he saw her, she was twenty minutes late. Their new partenership as Aurors because of the death of one of Moody's friends had nearly nothing in its favour.

At first, he thought she was some young idiot with good looks nobody wanted in his team but she was definitely more.

He learnt from his colleagues that "Dori", as everyone called her, that she was a Pureblood heiress and lost her brother and stepsister in the war. She never spoke of that.

She liked birds, daisies, clothes' shops and heels.

She was the cleverest partner he ever had. Maybe she looked a bit superficial or a bit girlish, with all her purple and pink stuff she had, plus her make-up, but honestly, she wasn't.

He had doubts, but he introduced her to the Order.

She was a brave and kind-hearted girl. They fell in love. And it worked. It wasn't supposed to, but they tried as hard as they could.

Her eyes were tired this morning. He maked her cry. He wanted to stop what they had.

He said her she'll never be safe with him, she replied she didn't care. He left her heart-broken.

It's his last memory of her. A dark-haired girl with puffy eyes sobbing. She wore a pink dress with glitters. She was twenty-nine.

He killer her. Voldemort himself, that very day. Fucking bastard. There was obviously a spy at the Ministry, and Alastor was going to find him.

He remembered her pale corpse when he found her in front of his door. He remembered the words written on a paper glued to the wood : "Happy birthday. Hope we're not too late and that you like our present. Find her waiting her. You should be thankful, the Lord killed her -she was too much of the screamish kind-".

Her hand was so cold. He stayed here, for what seems like hours, her dead soulmate in his arms.

Later, he learnt she was there weeks pregnant. The coroner said she probably didn't know yet.

He always had a photo of her in his jacket's pocket. And now, the young Harry was asking who she was, and all he could say was that she was killed by Voldemort himself. Because the man -the monster, rather- somehow knew she was so much for him. Voldemort was trying to hurt him because of all the Death Eaters he had arrested. Her waiting in front of his house this damned day was just bad luck.

People usually think he is a paranoid. He isn't. He had just lost too much for lowering his vigilance. Constant vigilance. It was what she used to say to him when he did some missions without her. Then he kissed her and she looked a bit happier, if always a bit worried.

"Harry ?" he cleared his throat.

"Yeah ?" the boy asked with curiosity.

"Come here. I'm going to tell you Dori's story."

"The beautiful lady with a purple dress ?"

Mad-Eye nodded, thoughtfully. A lady. He always thought to her as a girl. And he had never truly understood how a beauty like her could like him. When he had asked her, she had called him an idiot.

"She had a lot of purple clothes, indeed. And high heels everytime. But she was famous for the arrestation of several Death Eaters. She was the best Auror I had ever known..." Alastor began, sharing their story.