The woman draws in a gasp and her voice sharpens. "I know you did, because I got pregnant alright, just the way you wanted, but it stripped her magic, whatever spell you used to force a pregnancy like that. She didn’t have any magic, not a trace. I went to every Healer I could when I realised the pregnancy only showed on the Muggle tests. I knew you would have wanted her anyway because she was ours, but I knew you. That you caused it, and you would have kept her here, alone, in the magical world that would never value her, never make any place for her. She would always be treated like she was defective and inferior. She wouldn’t have even been allowed to go to school. So I left. I raised her in the Muggle world where there was nothing wrong with her—" 