It was an odd, disconcerting feeling to remember events and conversations that had been blocked. Hermione desperately hoped that she was nearing the end of the remembering process. Each day it seemed she was faced with another forgotten memory. Mr. Akingbade had been correct that her dreams would be filled with that which she'd been unable to remember. She wished they would stop. As glad as she was that her head wasn't filled with charms, she almost wished to go back to her ignorance. Her feelings for her husband were less complicated back then. At least she was only worried about herself. Caring about other people caused more heartache.