Thank you for not including me in your books. I can pick out where I am if I look hard enough mainly because I’m a link. It’s funny really because I’m the transitional. The “space in between” and that is exactly what you have written me has. Somehow you have managed to write me in. I will help everyone find me:

The first book: The Philosophers stone. I am very much pushed a-side. When I think back to Harry’s first year, I think it was mainly me just getting to grips with my schooling, and making friends. I was told to protect him. I am almost hidden in the golden snitch throughout the whole book. It’s also fascinating to me that people never cared more about Neville.

The second book: The Chamber of Secrets. A year of much trouble for me, simply because, like Harry, people suspected me as the heir. I had a boyfriend and I guess I am the diary or maybe the Basilisk?

The third book: The Prisoner of Azkaban. I spent much time with Cedric and Sirius in this year. It was a time when I was discovering myself as a transfigurist as representing myself as such. I think you could represent me as the Hippogriff, Buckbeak.

The fourth book: The Goblet of Fire. I am so glad that I am not in the book because it would have been a very sad story if it had been. I imagine perhaps you thought of me each time as a dragon and mermaid. I would like to think you were thinking of me when Cho Chang is dancing with Cedric, just so that he got to be missed.

The fifth book: The Order of the Phoenix. At was a time in my life when I was very very weak. I had a long spell where Tonks and I where very much in each other’s pockets during that summer, so that seems a logical fit. Whilst at Hogwarts I am represented by the room of requirements, which is perfect if you consider that it is something that transfigures. As do I.

The sixth book: The Half Blood Prince. During this year I was in my last year. I was Head Girl. I would like to think that as Snape’s niece I am represented as the Advanced Potions Book that the Half Blood Prince has made all the notes in. I would also like to think that I would be hidden in the Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes Shop. After all I did help create it.

The seventh book: The Deathly Hallows. There is no question in my mind that this is the hardest book for me to write about. But it is also the easiest for you to find me in. It is clear because I am staring at you in the face. I am not death, though I suppose I could be. I am simply the master of it.

The eighth book: The Cursed Child. You would think I’m not represented, but I am. The front page alone holds as much of a key as any. I have always been and will always be a child that is cursed with the misrepresentation of who I am. We go back to Cedric so I am represented by mermaids, dragons. I always love the amount of times people are transformed. It is truly telling. Even Arber makes an appearance which I am truly grateful for.

I feel responsible for many of the problems that were caused by my sister.
For pain caused to Scorpius, things that may have been said by people. (Not by me, I hasten to add).

Thank you for keeping me from it. For your audience they were so much lighter, brighter.

Louisa.