“Of course, I did. That was the part where she told him she still loved him and all that corny crap. I still don’t get why it’s such a huge thing. Sirius used to have a girlfriend a million years ago. So what?”

“She has a daughter, Ron!” Hermione exclaimed, exasperated.

“A thirteen-year-old daughter,” Harry explained. “She had a thirteen-year-old daughter in 1996.”

"I don't mean to be rude," Pauline began, "but I don't get what exactly you are doing here. I thought you knew my mother, but it figures out you don’t. I was hoping you were going to tell me how it happened."
 
"I-" Harry was completely bemused now. He took a deep breath before speaking again. "I'm sorry, how what happened?"
  
"My mother's death; you were there. You should know," she explained calmly.