He was extremely rich and very well off.
He was reasonably rich and very well off.
She was a perfectionist who had to prove herself to her parents since she was their only worthy child.
She was a perfectionist who had to prove herself to her parents since they favored her sister.
They didn't actually love each other. She married him because she had to. He was a suitable match for her.
They didn't actually love each other. She married him in spite of her sister. He was a suitable match for her.
They had one son. In their eyes, there was no finer boy anywhere. Their son thought so too. All of his friends either agreed or were too afraid of him to disagree. They always did as he said. Their son was the spitting image of him.
They had one son. In their eyes, there was no finer boy anywhere. Their son thought so too. All of his friends either agreed or were too afraid of him to disagree. They always did as he said. Their son was the spitting image of him.
Their son hated that half-blood, Harry Potter. They didn't disagree at all, in fact, their son learned to hate Harry Potter from them.
Their son hated that freak, Harry Potter. They did not disagree at all, in fact, their son learned to hate Harry Potter from them.
She was a beautiful slim blonde who hated her red-haired sister and her sister's daughter. Her brother-in-law was just as worthless.
She was a mediocre thin blonde who hated her red-haired sister and her sister's son. Her brother-in-law was just as much of a freak.
Her sister was happy with her life.
Her sister was happy with her life.
Whenever people saw her, they saw her husband or her sister.
Whenever people saw her, they saw her husband or her sister.
Though she would never admit it, Narcissa Black Malfoy was never happy.
Though she would never admit it, Petunia Evans Dursley was never happy.
Author's Note: So, I was thinking, Narcissa and Petunia are a lot alike. They both hate Harry Potter, they both have one son, they are both very bitter…..Hey! I should write that! They're lives are so parallel.