"Mum, what do you think of people who like the same sex?" She asks, looking at the woman who chuckles and crouches down to hug the girl when she's close enough. "I liked girls myself, Hermione dear. You don't have to hide it from me, but your father doesn't have the same opinion as us, so keep this quiet, baby!" She smiles at the girl, ruffling her hair and standing up to leave. Young blossomer then, Bellatrix muses as the next memory begins.