She hadn't seen her parents since the day she stripped them of their memories and sent them off to Australia for their own protection. They'd died there. A terrible accident not long after the war ended. A car, maybe. Or a bus. Maybe a rogue Death Eater? She couldn't remember. All she knew was at the time she learned they were dead, she felt relief. Not because she was glad they were dead, but because she no longer had to worry about them. Selfish, no doubt, but she was hardly keeping it together in those days. One more thing outside of her control to worry about and she was afraid it would all become too much.