She was a witch, born into a pureblood family - which meant there were no Squibs or Mundanes in her direct ancestry for the entire previous ten generations. Sure there was some inbreeding, and a few Squibs had shown up, but they were quietly sent off to Mundane orphanages before they were five years old.
Her father was a healer at St Mungo's Magical Hospital and her mother stayed home raising the children. Her mother had worked as a mediwitch for a year or two after leaving Hogwarts school, but she had given up any thought of a career when she got married.
She was the only daughter and the middle child of three children, with two brothers. Consequently she more or less did everything the boys did and noone said anything different. At least, not until the spring season right before she turned eleven years old and would be entering Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry the following September.
That summer everything changed. Her mother sat her down to have "The Talk".
"Now darling, you will be going off to Hogwarts and while you are there you have two things you have to do. One is to get good grades in your OWLS and the other is to find yourself a husband. There are lots of boys at Hogwarts, and you have to find one, preferably a pureblood, no halfbloods and no mundanes, with whom you seem compatible.
Your grandfather wants to put you into a marriage contract right after your OWLS so you have 5 years to find someone or you lose your ability to make a choice. Do not bother trying to got for your NEWTS because once you get married, your job is to produce more pureblood witches and wizards and you do not need NEWTS for that."
"But Mother, I want a career. I wish to have a job and have job satisfaction." she whined as only a 10 year old could.
"Nonsense dear. Whomever you marry, and he must be a pureblood, will have more than enough money to keep you in the lifestyle to which you are accustomed. Which is why you will not need to think about working. That will not be your job. Your job is to produce new pureblood heirs - for both of our families."
"Do you have any idea whom grandfather plans to marry me off to?"
"It is not my place to know that." her mother said in an exasperated tone. "You wont need to know until the time is right and if you have not already found a compatible husband already. Just make sure that this husband is a pureblood and preferably is the heir to his House. No good marrying the second or third son if there are more than one. Now run along and start packing. Your letter from Hogwarts should be arriving sometime this week or perhaps next week. Definitely before your eleventh birthday anyway."
