From then on, I went to live in the castle in my uncle’s quarters which were in the dungeons. We had to find new different ones to the ones he had to start with but I went to Arber at Midwinter and Christmas as he used to put on the most wonderful light shows for me. It ended up being my go-to place when I was outside. The only place I felt safe if I wasn’t with my uncle. Silly really. I took Charlie Weasley there when we were learning about the forest and dragons. I showed him the snakes and trees that I could talk to and only then did I find out that he didn’t understand them so I had to translate.

When I finally started Hogwarts, I seldom went to visit but I did try my best. I think he understood that it really was more about me being very busy with my school work. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. It became, at one point a place of solitude for me. Somewhere I could get away and think. I believe my uncle and mother had done the exact same thing when they were young too. I hid when Cedric was killed. I went there when I was ill. I have been attacked there and it is where I was going after my uncle died. Instead, I found my father and his Death Eaters. We exchanged looks and I carried on my way. He is still there now. and I wouldn’t have it any other way.