It had been six years since they had begun their secret affair after he rescued her from the cells of Malfoy Manor. She had been half-dead in the aftermath of The Battle of Yeovil. The battle that had killed all her friends. All of them. Harry, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Cho, Lavender, Viktor, George, Padma, McGonagall. All of them, killed. Many in front of her. Sometimes when she closed her eyes, their corpses would flash across her memory; their dead, bleeding eyes staring back at her.