You were the son of Bellatrix Lestrange but you didn't look like her beside the personality, cruel, rude, mean, heartless. You weren't desired and that's why your mother abandonned you when you were just a baby because she wasn't ready and didn't want a baby at all.

You always got a cane with you, almost sleep with it. You don't bully kids, you're just rude to everyone in your way and that was since first year so it wasn't shocking to anyone. You were also arrogant and always got something with comebacks.

What you didn't know is that someone loved you, someone unusual, someone nobody ever thought would catch feelings for a "Bad boy". It was none other than one of the prankster, Fred Weasley. He admires you even if you talk to him like he's trash, he know there was something in you, something more than than facade you show but you just don't know it.

Right now, always with your cane, sitting at the Gryffindor table, which was shocking that you were in Gryffindor because of your personality.. that's why Fred got hope you were better than you think. You were glaring at everyone at the table and when the girl next to you tried to talk to you, you just shoved her off her seat.

Fred, sitting there, his chin on his palm and looking at you with a tiny grin, sitting next to George, his twin and some of his other friends.

"Isn't he handsome?"

Fred asked his friends, looking at them as they look at him before looking at you and Harry shiver at the sight of you and turned to Fred.

"Fred! No he's not."

Harry said and he didn't even wanna eat anymore while Ron was just looking at Fred like he was crazy and George bury his face in his hands, elbows on the table. Hermione was disgusted by Fred as she shot him a look.