The second list of all of the memories she suspected were tampered with was much shorter. Like she told her husband when he asked her weeks earlier why she hadn't been checking her memories in the pensieve downstairs, she wasn't entirely certain that all of her memories weren't somehow altered. Maybe everything she thought was reality was just a figment of her warped and damaged imagination. Wouldn't it be horrifying to come to only to realize she'd spent the last twenty years stuck in the Janus Thickey Ward? Or even worse, that she was still inside the broom cupboard in Hogwarts Castle she'd been chucked into minutes after the battle ended? She had to push those depressing thoughts aside. As difficult and painful as her life had been for twenty years, she just couldn't bring herself to imagine that she was that insane.