Ahh, this drabble. The challenge for weasley100 was memories, but this drifted away from that, and I didn't want to cut it down anymore. I didn't post it at the community but I'm posting it here.
Sorry for the dryspell, I suck,I know!
She remembered everything, and she'd really hoped she wouldn't.
She'd really hoped that after death, you just forgot how you died and how you lived, who killed you and who kept you alive.
She'd hoped that he would make the right choice. He had. She'd known that she was a technicality, another Weasley, almost not worth capturing, almost not worth fighting. And from somewhere inside himself, he had to act like he believed that.
She'd always hoped that he wouldn't let her distract him from his real loyalties. The ones to the Order, the fake ones to Voldemort. She'd been so glad when he killed her. This way, she knew, he was still alive, and that was what really mattered to her.
But she remembered it all, and she didn't want to.