Most years she didn't even allow herself to think about Harry's birthday. It was too painful. Twenty years after his death, she still felt the pain. Maybe because she was expected to push it down and out of sight once she was taken from her broom cupboard. No one wanted to see that she mourned her best friend who was the ultimate enemy of their master, least of all the Dark Lord. She learned how to ignore him, how to forget her friend when it was convenient.