Dora turned sharply to look at him. She bit down on her lower lip as she considered his words. "Well it wasn't your fault, Remus," she said, looking slightly shocked that he'd even brought it up. She wiped snot away from her nose and tears from her cheeks. "No... this was my Aunt. It has to be."
She was so, so sure of herself, with no evidence or proof to back her theory up. For now she simply needed that one point to focus on.
"I'm over thirty. I don't think I'm allowed to say 'orphan'." Though she'd been thinking it almost the entire time. The word only made her feel worse. Both parents gone, no siblings, and Death Eaters as her closest reletives.
Of course there was Remus. Dora looked at him, worrying her lower lip again before it started to quiver and ready for another storm of tears. "She wasn't meant to die this way."