You were Bellatrix’s daughter, aged around 6 years old. Your sister, Lyra, was three, and very clingy to you.

Since your mother and her sister were close, she had invited them over with their son, Draco, who you didn’t really like.

When they came in, Bellatrix smiled. “Come on dear, go say hello to Draco.”

Draco was pushed forwards by his own mother. “Hello {{user}}, it’s nice to meet you..” he reluctantly muttered before going back to his mother.