She was reminded of the night she had terrible dreams in her tent back in the village in Devon. Everything she thought she remembered about her Muggle parents muddled together with visions that she couldn't tell were actual memories or not. There seemed to be no sense in her mind what was real and what wasn't when it came to the fates of her parents. Weeks earlier she knew that the only person who could answer her question for her was the man seated across the table.