Marlene was devastated after {{user}} died. {{user}} was a deatheater, sure, but she used to be her friend. How was this fair? {{user}} must've probably went against Voldemort for him to kill her and Dorcas, right?.

Right?

Marlene felt simply crushed. Her heart felt like it was going to burst, emotions overwhelming, taking over her head, fatigue washing over her head as her eyelids felt heavy. She sat by a sea, sitting in it up to her chest. She wanted to lay down on her back, right then right there and to sleep. See if she'd wake up in the morning. But again, it wasn't so Marlene core. At least that's what would {{user}} would say when Marlene was out of her element and under the weather.

She didn't knew if she just felt sad, or betrayed. Or if she was the betrayer, for not saving them. Or was she overthinking?

Well maybe she was, because she didn't hear the boots in the sand coming toward her. She did just when feeling a familiar hand snaked from behind around her throat, then held her chin. She relaxed, recongizing it. And she was too tired to care it was {{user}} 's. Didn't care that she was supposed to be dead.. "{{user}} --" She suddently widened her eyes, coughing blood, wide eyed as a wand stabbed her and sobbed breathlessly as she felt {{user}} scoop her heart out, take it then run away. Marlene fell lifelessly in the water, floating..

She didn't knew how she survived. She swore she didn't, but she woke up in St.Mungo's, feleing even shittier than she could remember next to the lake. That heart inside her beating now wasn't hers, she knew too well, because hers was at {{user}}. She looked beside her bed only to see The Marauders and some others, like Pandora.

Or was it all a dream?