Miles made sure all of us were ready before revealing the body underneath the cloth. I got close to get a better look and as I examined my look-alike I spotted so many similarities. The hair was duller but it looked like it was the same colour as me. Her face was beaten and swollen, but even to an expert eye she really could’ve passed for me. She was tiny and slim, and as I twisted her left arm, where Miles meticulously carved my "mudblood’ scar, I couldn’t stop myself from whispering: "She’s perfect".