Sometimes she wonders... what if she had stayed behind? She knew Theodore had. He hadn't been willing to go into service. The rumors had spread like wildfire among the Death Eaters, but the final and confirming word came from his father. Tracey Davis' father, a blood traitor to the extreme, had been killed the night before the mass migration. Tracey had received word the next night. And Theodore had stayed with her.
She admires Theodore for risking his life, his family, everything for a girl many assumed he simply didn't pay attention to. She thinks of herself as weak compared to him.
She wonders... had she stayed, would she still be with him? Or would she already be dead? The war has raged on for nearly a year and a half now. She is tired of the fighting. She just wants it to stop. But it won't stop. Not until one side has won.
She watched the others. The famous, such as Bellatrix Lestrange, they wear their mark with pride, as though it brings them honor. Some, like her fellow classmates who were destined all the while, wear it as a sign of allegiance. Only one has desert since the war, and he is now safely with his princess. That's how he referred to her through his service, his beautiful princess. She wonders what he calls her by now.
She, however, is the only one who wears it differently. She wears it as her sentence, as though some other force has branded her with the dark to die. She evades her lord's eyes whenever possible. But she cannot protect her mind. So she is punished. But something has kept her going, four simple colors. As the curse leaves her lord's lip, they flash by. Blue. Blonde. Yellow. Black...
Sometimes she wonders...what if she had stayed behind?