She floated in the nothingness, enjoying the lack of pain. She knew when the darkness ended there would be quite a bit of it, there always was. Detached from her emotions, she idly wondered if Molly and Ron were okay. She doubted she would care if they were not, but she could admit to curiosity. The voices began as a background noise slowly growing louder, and more prominent. She recognized a few, Tonks, and Rabastan, she did not like the nasal grating voice. She hoped if stayed gone. She stayed where she was until Marcus's concerned voice came from next to her. She hated the sound. With great effort she banished the darkness, opening her eyes, and reaching for her husband.