She smiled softly. "I felt weak. I felt like I was drowning, after the Battle. I don't remember much of anything after Harry's body disappeared. It was like this heavy mist descended. I don't remember Voldemort's fall. I don't remember who I battled, who fought next to me. It's just... lost in this endless sea of grey. I felt hopeless. Even after you both ensured me we were safe, that it was over, I didn't believe it. I felt like I was being chased, watched." This explained her behavior at Green House. Hiding herself away in bedrooms, staying away from the windows. Harry's heart ached so acutely it felt like it was being torn from his chest.