"My love for you was bulletproof but you're the one who shot me."
Those were the last words that Ron said to her. Those were the words that he said when she told him they were over. Those were the words he said when she tried to explain that she didn't love him anymore. Since the final battle, her dreams had been haunted by visions of a dark-haired beauty, all tattered robes and lustful eyes. Dreams of lips so red on a face so pale. Dreams of the kind of love that will tear you apart and piece you together. Dreams of her destruction and salvation, all in the arms of Death herself. She hated herself for it. She hated how she saw her, everywhere she looked. And most of all, she hated how her love, her heart, was given to a dead woman. But she couldn't help it. She couldn't help that Bellatrix had marked her, owned her, all with that "mudblood" scrawled untidily into her arm.