Just last week, she brought her parents back from Australia, but she had cast such a strong memory spell that even she couldn’t reverse it. In fact when she had tried, she had further damaged their memory, such that now they didn’t even know who they were. She should have known. She should have looked at Gilderoy Lockhart and remembered memories were not to be trifled with. A part of her rejoiced that her parents were really safe, but the other part of her mourned the loss of her family. She had requested the Ministry of Magic to make an exception and allow her parents to be treated at St. Mungo’s Hospital. They had relented, but even they couldn’t keep her mother safe. Last night she had received an owl informing her that her mother had walked off the roof. Nothing could have prepared her for the grief, the agony that burned through her. This she had never anticipated.