She grimaced at the memories the words resurfaced. The dread she had felt at having to erase herself from her parent’s memories. The terror that had run through her when, that very day, before they had been able to leave, the house had been attacked by Death Eaters. She had barely managed to apparate away, but the image of the black robed group cornering her parents, of the dark mark, vibrant and verdant in the sky, would never leave her.