Imagine the scenario. You are a thirteen/fourteen-year-old girl. You believe yourself to be an orphan. You have lived your whole life with your uncle in various places that you suppose are a home. Because of circumstances beyond your control you decide to tell your closest friends a secret that only your uncle, Professor Dumbledore & Professor McGonagall know about. What is this secret? The true identity of your biological father. Tom Marvolo Riddle, known by his closest friends as Voldemort. You decide that the best thing to do is to only tell four people. That keeping things hidden is always the best policy. As teachers and students come and go, the years gradually pass. You grow older, hopefully wiser and none put those same people guard a precious secret.

At the age of sixteen you lose a very close friend. This person it is said, died at the hands of the one who must not be named. Can you imagine that? At the end of term, I went to live with a friend. It was a place transformation. Everyone that arrived at the house knew who I was and as they explained, it became clear.

PADFOOT: Friends with my mother and former Death Eater.

LUPIN: Friends with my mother and former teacher.

MOODY: Auror, just knew was his explanation. (I think he understood I was still untrusting)

TONKS: Auror training taught her to put info from Remus, Sirius, her mother and Snape together.

WEASLEYS: I had told Fred and George but they had not told the school so I thought done well. Seems they must have let something slip though at home.

Each one in turn knew that I was the daughter of an evil man. But none of them cared. They all wanted me to understand that they knew and loved me, especially Molly Weasley. Perhaps the questions I asked and the things people said about me made Harry & Hermione realise this too. It was to become my dirty little secret.