They finally remembered her. They remembered their immense pain at never knowing what happened to their daughter, the mysterious wealth in their accounts, their lives under different identities. They’d recognized Pansy from her last visit with Hermione, or Jean, as she’d called herself, and when Pansy had told them their true identities and how they knew each other, they had sobbed with relief and horror, and pressed her with question after question about their daughter and where she was, if they could see her.