She told them, patiently explaining everything over the course of the afternoon. About school. About the war. About the sacrifice she’d made with the Obliviate on their minds to protect them. About the Head Boy who had been her enemy and kidnapped her, made himself her husband and later, the father of their son, and then fashioned himself into a Lord. About the times she had broken free but been brought back under threat. Everything up to a point—she never mentioned the Horcruxes, or what she had done and participated in Draco’s court. It was only more pain to add to their burdens, and she wouldn’t do that to them. What mattered was that they were together again—it broke her heart to see their aged faces, knowing they didn’t have long left. Though they'd had to upend their lives and abandon their home to come to the safehouse to live with them they never regretted it or blamed their daughter for it. All that mattered to them was the reunion.