"I don't know," she said.  "I just... I just bumped into him and all the pain disappeared and I knew it was him."  She looked down at the silverware.  The light flickered off the flat blade of the table knife and she kept her eyes on the hypnotic reflection and tried not to think of what would have happened if she hadn't decided to go shopping that day, if she hadn't let Harry bully her into leaving Grimmauld Place because maybe she'd feel better if she got some air.  "It was just luck."