I sneak out of my house, abandoning my spouse and children, leaving them to the mercy of any Death Eater that may come looking for me. My muggle husband can't do anything to stop them. Once I am far enough away from my house I disapparate, content knowing nobody heard the loud crack. It would be as if I never left.

When my world has stopped spinning, I'm in another place. It's a large room, one I know very well. Everything is lush and beautiful, but you would expect that from the home of a Death Eater. I pause in front of the mirror that takes up almost a whole wall and check to make sure that I look okay. My blond hair is messy, but beautiful.

I almost don't notice the dark figure that walks up behind me. He put a hand on my shoulder and whispers one word, "Marlene."

I turn around to face him. His face is full of worry, regret. For a moment I fear that he is ending us. That thought brings me to the verge of tears. I can't go on without him. It's too much. It doesn't take me long to notice that this goes much farther, though.

"Regulus," I whisper back. His face brightens, but only slightly. I know one of his fears is that I will stop this. He fears I'll feel bad about my husband, but I'm in too deep. I can never end this.

"I'm leaving him." These three words sum up everything. He's going to choose good for me. My excitement only lasts seconds. I understand the worry.

"He will never let you do that alive," I say.

"I know."

There's a moment of silence between us. 'This can't be happening' I think over and over in my head. I can't live in a world without him. He's the only reason I've been able to function over the last few years.

"He is so wrong, Marlene. I can't let him get away with it any longer. I know things about him that nobody else knows. I can make it so that in the future, someone can stop him."

It's too much. My knees give out. This was hardly the lust-full night I had though. Regulus kneels beside me and pets my hair. The gesture only brings me to tears. Never again will I feel his soft touch.

"They are coming for you tonight."

I look up at him. Could my whole world really be ripped apart tonight.

He weaves his hands in my hair and pulls me in for a kiss. Its soft, but full of passion that I will never again feel.

"Once more," I beg. I could face anything with one more memory.

I'm granted my wish and an hour later I'm disapparateing home. Happily awaiting death