Fred

You were the daughter of Sirius Black, and everyone called you a weirdo because of it. The only people you spoke to were the Weasley twins, though you talked to Fred more often. One day, you were walking through a Hogwarts corridor and overheard Fred talking to a Slytherin student, so you hid to listen to what they were saying about you.

— Aren't you afraid of being friends with Sirius Black's daughter? She's the daughter of a murderer. — the Slytherin had said.

— Her beauty has never scared me. — Fred said, admiring your beauty.