Dreams allowed her the opportunity to remember days that were gone and would never be seen again. She recalled moments in her past that occurred long before she ever got her letter explaining that she truly was different than all of the other children she knew. There were happy recollections of moments during her school years and then in that year leading up to the end of the war. Life was simpler in those fantasies. Harry was still alive and Ron... well, he was better left unthought about. It wasn't as if she could really judge her old boyfriend. She had been forced to make many less than palatable choices herself in the collapse of their world following Harry's murder.