It came to my attention when thinking about this book that another thing that I have practically no under-standing of was the issue of siblings. I could imagine that maybe I would have a brother? A sister? I know what it is like to have a half-sister, but I am twenty years older than she is and have been more of a parent to her than a mother. Again, I have no idea what it would be like, I can only go on what I have witnessed with others. On my sorting, either the hat would see that I was truly like my mother or it would understand that I was petrified of disappointing my father. My younger sibling, which would be at least 2 years younger, I believe would be either a Slytherin or a Ravenclaw. Depending on the success of Voldemort at the time. I would like to think that we could get on but I know many siblings that don’t. As I say I have absolutely no clue about having siblings as this is a very new area. I do know what it is like to live with a lot of people but they are in no way siblings. I think of siblings as people you are related to and have to love because you are. We would have gone to the same school shared many things and the most difficult for me to wrap my head around is sharing the love of my Uncle Severus. The me here and now would punch them. I’m happy sharing with students but another niece or nephew? I’m not so sure. Call me the jealous type but I can’t imagine sharing him or my parents. Does that make me my father’s daughter after all?

Anyway, I have dealt with the fact that my mum doesn’t die. I still think that Voldemort would attempt to kill the Potters and get to Harry simply because of the Prophecy. This may mean that the Potters now end up dead or it could leave us with the sticky situation that Harry lives and Voldemort dies. One that actually I have lived with most of my life. Because my mother was dead, I saw it differently but I think if she were alive, I think I would blame Harry far more than I actually did, leading our relationship to be very bad in-deed. It is possible I would resent him a lot and it could bond me with any siblings I had. I think that I would become more like Delphini in a strange way because the death of our mothers around the same time was something that always bonded us and I wouldn’t have that bond with him.

I can see that I would have felt like the third wheel in the family and not felt like I had a place. Being in a comforting environment would have been exactly what I needed. No fear of disappointment and the warm cosy loving feeling that I always crave.