It was horrid. Every positive emotion seemed to have seeped out of her body.

Voices were screaming in her ears, images flashing in front of her eyes.

"Mother please", she heard herself, or rather, a much younger version of herself beg.

"No means no! Imagine the Gray heiress, lowering herself to playing in the same space as filthy muggles", her mother snapped.

"I won't talk to them, I swear!"

She then saw an image of her mother, smacking lightly her hands away, a furious look in her eyes.

She heard another voice, this time her father's yelling,

"YOU KNOW THE MUGGLES ARE CAUSING WAR AND DESTRUCTION IN THIS WORLD. THEIR WEAK BLOOD DOES NOT BELONG WITH OURS."

"As a pure-blood, you need to set an example for the rest of the wizarding world. You can't go dallying around with muggles. This is for your own good sweetheart", he said, his demeanour and voice now gentle.

"Yes papa", she heard her five-year old self say.

She hadn't been old enough to know this was wrong at that time. At the time, she had just been upset at not being allowed to play in the park.

Another memory replayed itself in her head.

She and her parents were at a party, though perhaps a gathering would be more accurate. She and Draco had been talking. She was about eight years old at the time.

"Muggles can't be all that bad. You're just a moron!", she heard herself scoff.

"You're actually defending them! Merlin, you're a blood-traitor!", Draco exclaimed, unfortunately loud enough for her parents to hear.

An image of the disappointed glare they had shot her flashed through her mind and she relived how upset she had felt about how mad thy were at her for simply voicing out what she had thought.

Yet, she had never rebelled before Hogwarts.

Family had always been important to her and at the time, her parents and the Malfoy's had been her only family.

Before she found a family in Harry, Ron and Hermione, she would've never have spoken against them and she knew, that even at their worst, they would've never hurt her as the Dursleys had to Harry.

She recalled more memories, some more hurtful than the others, yet none containing any positive emotions.

Each one seemed to be draining more and more happiness out of her.

It lasted until she was finally awoken.