Teddy Lupin
"Lupin, Theodore!"
Teddy reddened at the older students' stares. Some whispered, others nudged to their friends.
"That's the son of that bloody werewolf..."
"Best not be too hard on him, his godfather's Harry Potter, I've heard..."
"Aw, the poor, poor orphan..."
Don't listen to them, Teddy, Harry's voice came in his mind. Your father was one of the best people I ever knew, always cared for others more than himself. He could always make others feel comfortable, no matter the situation, and unless you knew of his affliction, you could have never guessed he was a werewolf, like you could with Fenrir Greyback.
Fenrir Greyback was the savage werewolf that had bitten his father, Teddy had learned from Aunt Gin. He stared ahead and at the High Table, Professor McGonagall nodded to him, ever so slightly. He had a small smile.
"Remus Lupin's son," breathed a soft voice in his ear. Teddy jumped.
"No need to fear me," a trace of a chuckle, "little Lupin boy. Anyhow, let us begin. I can see that you are caring, you are patient, you are friendly, you are hardworking – those are all Hufflepuff characteristics. Well, there is also the fact that you can be reckless, you are immensely brave, and noble – not to mention loyal and chivalrous."
"So I shall give you a choice, boy – you would fit well in either Gryffindor or Hufflepuff."
Teddy pursued his lips. He thought about his parents, how proud they would be, Harry always said, should they be alive, of him. Teddy wasn't so sure about that. After about half a heartbeat, he whispered, "Gryffindor."
As to not be selfish and enjoy what I've got. It's not Harry or Gran or Aunt Gin or anyone except Bellatrix Lestrange and Antonin Dolohov's faults that Mum and Dad are dead.
"You seem doubting." The Hat's voice was kind. "But that is your nature. I am sure you will do remarkably fine in Gryffindor, Theodore, because after all, you are your father's son, through and through."