"Let's just say that demons I hadn't known I possessed were unleashed. I don't... remember much from the days after we escaped. I have only faint memories of Gringotts, of the Battle itself. It was like I was walking around in a fog, certain details popping up unexpectedly but otherwise... Nearly nothing. I remember destroying the last Horcrux. I remember seeing you, Harry, in Hagrid's arms." She paused again, swallowing audibly and Harry fought the urge to go to her, to take her hand. He hadn't known any of this. She had been... well, not normal after that day at the Manor, but neither he nor Ron had expected her to be, not after what she had gone through. But she had been present, had looked him in the eyes and discussed plans and strategies. Thinking back, he could clearly recall the look in her eyes at Gringotts, right before jumping onto that dragon's back. Present, aware, but distant. He lowered his eyes to his knees, unable to look at her as his own vision went glassy.