Fourteen Years Later:
" …. and that's Dorcas Meadowes, Voldemort killed her personally" Moody told Harry. The words tasted bitter in his mouth. He had never used them so casually before. It dawned on him that so much times had passed since Doe's death, that it had gone from a painful tragedy, to a casualty of war. Somehow eight simple words described the young women he had once come to love and respect like his own daughter. Moody felt an unfamiliar tug on his heart. It had been years since he had allowed himself to feel. Not since she died. It changed him too much. He had vowed he would never let himself care like that again. Caring made you weak.
" … and that's Sirius when he still had short hair" he continued.
He had already let himself feel too much. He had felt enough for a lifetime.
