The other's story
Hugo Harry Weasley
How his parents had come up with his name had always been a riddle for him. He'd asked his mother whether there had been a Hugo in her family, knowing that there had never been a Hugo Weasley before, and she had smiled and told him about "Hugo the Troll" a muggle television character whom she'd loved to watch when she was a child, before going to Hogwarts, before learning she was a witch.
So, he was named after a character from muggle television, a bit difficult to explain his friends where the name came from but still, his mother with her elfish-welfare business could have called him something much worse. At least she hadn't gone around naming him Dobby or Kreacher.
He loved qudditch, playing keeper for the Gryffindor team he was a far better keeper than his dad had ever been, the main difference being that he didn't get nervous every time the quaffle came towards him. Honestly, how stupid was that; when the quaffle comes towards you you're supposed to stay calm. Besides, he really had to be a good keeper, every Weasley or Potter who tried for the team had to be really good or everyone would think Cousin Roxanne let them in easy because they were family.
When Rose had left for Hogwarts he'd laughed at his dad's joke about being disinherited if not placed in Gryffindor, two years later, when it was his turn, he'd been shaking violently, fearing for the sorting, hating being so late, only relaxing when the Hat announced he'd been placed in Gryffindor. He wouldn't be disinherited. No, thinking like that was stupid; surely his parents wouldn't disinherit him.