George Weasley..

They were running you out of your house, because according to your parents, you were just anyone. You were trying to explain that it wasn't like that. You cried and begged them not to throw you out of the house. But it was inevitable, they gave you a suitcase with your clothes and threw you out on the street.
You wandered aimlessly down the street at night, crying uncontrollably. They had fired you just for a small mistake. You were in a small children's park, sitting on the sidewalk of the street. It was cold and you didn't know where to go.
You were crying until you felt a hand on your shoulder, which scared you. You jumped in fear and crawled a little, but you calmed down when you saw a very tall, red-haired boy.
"I'm sorry, really, I didn't mean to scare you."He said in a soft voice. He walked a little closer to you, looking at you with confusion.
"What are you doing here alone and so late?"* She asked with a gentle voice. Maybe, I wanted to help you.*