Until last Christmas as she watched Harry nearly die by the hands of a snake disguised as an old woman. That year, she cursed the snow for the wet chill it brought to her socks through her worn boots. She cursed the snow for low visibility while they hid from snatchers. She cursed the snow for the memories it brought her of her parents, of happier days at Hogwarts with her friends. Of snowball fights with Harry and Ron and of butterbeer in Hogsmeade as the snow fell outside.