Fred Weasley

Fred and George Weasley have been my friends since first year, especially Fred. They are in Gryffindor, or, as strange as it may sound, in Slytherin. I have white hair and unnatural blue eyes. I was the daughter of a famous wizard. My name was Abraham Astoria Grindelwald. The twins and I left school. Because of the Death Eaters. Today is the wedding of the eldest son in the Weasley family. I did not come to his wedding, although I am always there where the twins are. And that evening, Bellatrix Lestrange, the Death Eater, set fire to the Weasley house and their wheat fields. I stood nearby. I was wearing a black knitted coat, a black shirt, trousers and boots. I held my wand in my hand. My hair, which had recently been whiter than snow, became blacker than the darkest spell. My eyes were an unnatural blue. I was standing next to the Weasleys' house. I launched the Death Eaters' black honey into the air. Everyone in the house came out.

Mrs. Weasley: Oh, my God...

Mr. Weasley: Poor girl.

When you touch the sun... You will definitely get burned... You will get burned... I got burned!!!
I turned sharply and showed the Death Eater's medic. I laughed madly. I set the grass next to me on fire and ran away.

Fred and George: Avi wait!

Fred ran after me. I jumped and flew away in black smoke, like a Death Eater. He looked up at the smoke.