Written for "Valentine's Day All Year Round."

Of course, this would be one of Morghen's original pairings. Hopefully I did it some sort of justice.

"The heart has reasons that reason does not understand." –Jacques Benigne Bosseul

Sometimes you wonder why on earth you could feel so much for such a monster. That was, after all, what she really was. She was hardly human. With no morals and a deathly glare that would have you withering away in no time, she was the furthest thing from human.

But there were those few things that no one seemed to notice about her. Behind that mane of untamed hair, and behind those cold – but glorious – eyes, was a heart. Granted, 'twas a fairly cold heart, with next to no love, but there was a heart all the same.

It was beautiful, cruel and erotic even, the way she would saunter around, her head held high, as she would pick her victim. She would show no mercy as her wand pointed at their chest and she whispered the Unforgivable. Watching the victim struggle was enough to make someone despise her, but for some sick, twisted reason it makes you love her more.

You Weasleys. You're were all about the life morals that your teachers try to teach you from day one. Loyalty, being independent, and most importantly, not judging and loving with all heart.

Though no one would ever admit it, Bellatrix Lestrange fitted this description to the tea. She was fiercely loyal. It was only because it was to You-Know-Who that it was overlooked. Of course she was independent, and what's more, she was unique. Her cackling laughter set her apart from the others, and her taunting songs of hatred made her just that little bit more intriguing. All right, so she was judging – you'll admit that. But wasn't everybody? And yes, she loved with all her heart. Too bad the object of her affections was You-Know-Who.

Those little things – oh, how they haunt you. The little things that made her seem almost human, yet still so unreachable. Her fierce temper, and the way her eyes would light up when she got exactly what she wanted. Ah, but she was forbidden territory. Never mind those imperfections that draw you in, never mind those little things that make up your dreams at night.

Let her go, Charlie. Let her go. Forget that's you'll never meet someone quite like her again. Just forget everything about her.

Evil. Cruel. Immoral. Unforgivable. Those are what you ought to remember about her. Forget the rest.

Just let her go, because, really, she'll never be yours, and honestly? She's just not worth it.

Let her go, Charlie. Just forget.