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A Reflection
In her youth, Bathilda Bagshot was a very beautiful young woman.
She dated several young men whilst at Hogwarts, but they never worked out, because as an intelligent woman, she was always more interested in her studies.
Then she left school and went on to focus on her writings. Men and relationships were far from her mind.
As time passed, she got older and older, and her prospects went downhill from there.
It was only as Bathilda became an aunt but not a mother, and much later a great aunt, but not a grandmother, that she began to reflect upon her life.
When her great-nephew, Gellert, came to stay with her, she found him to be an engaging young man and wished she had had children and grandchildren of her own.
But then Gellert became that awful dictator, ad his great-aunt was ashamed of him. For the time being, she decided she was much better of being on her own. She didn't need anyone else.
It was only as a very old, very frail Bathilda was met by the snake of Voldemort, that she saw her life stretch before her eyes.
And whilst Bathilda may have been a celebrated author known to all, she had had a lonely life.