"Yes," the wizard whispered, brushing the headstone with his fingertips. "She always made sure to have my favourite cereal in stock. To this day, not even Kreacher knows what I like. She prepared a room at the manor, just for me, hung my favourite posters and all. Once you were born, she even put a crib in there, because she knew that I enjoyed having you close when I was around. She gave me my first bag with an undetectable extendable charm. It failed after a few months, but that way, I could take everything I cared about with me; the day my mother ... when I left."