So many years had passed since she watched her best friend Harry be struck down in the middle of the Great Hall by the Dark Lord. An entire lifetime, really. She certainly had trouble remembering what life was like before she was dragged out of the room where she had had so many meals in school and thrown into the broom cupboard that would be her home for days, possibly weeks. She was never sure how much time actually passed. She'd existed in a constant state of shock for a long time. Even then she wasn't sure how long it was before she started feeling normal again.