There was nothing about the man in front of her that reminded her of the Ronald Weasley she grew up with. Nothing about the boy she trusted, and who she thought would be by her side all throughout her life. He looked like he hadn’t bathed in days, his hair was greasy and there was grime under his fingernails while his breath reeked of alcohol. He breathed heavily into her face and her stomach rolled as he stared down at her, his eyes cold and lifeless. She couldn’t understand where it all went wrong, she couldn’t understand why he hated her, why he couldn’t see that there was never a choice, it was destined to be her and Remus and Draco.