"When Voldemort was finished, I was no longer the same. And I never will be. I don’t even remember how I killed my father, I only recall his dead body before me. My mother screamed and yelled – Voldemort made her watch all of this – but her cries didn’t reach my ears. I knew who she was. I knew she was my mother. I knew I had loved her once. I knew I’d just killed my father whom I also had loved. I simply didn’t care.