They had each since gone and died on her, so it didn't really matter any longer. Muggles were entirely too fragile, their lives too short to really matter. Maybe one day she would be able to forgive them for all of their inadequacies. Somehow, she doubted it was possible. After all, they'd not only abandoned her long before she wiped their memories, but they'd also cursed her with the same foul traits she hated. No doubt a day would come when Oliver would look back on his relationship with his terrible mother and curse her very existence too. She held no illusions that the loss of her other babies weren't actually blessings. Wasn't it bad enough that she was ruining one poor child's life? An entire house full of damned children would be too much for her battered soul to bear.