Luna Lovegood

The second after Harry said the spell to get rid of the boggart, Luna jumped to the front, her wand out and her necklaces against nargles well secured around her neck, trying to get the attention off of Harry as fast as she could, not letting anyone even duel on what they had just seen, Harry didn't need that and Luna knew it.

The boggart twisted and twisted, changing its form with each time, Luna watched, a thin smile in her face, her eyes glued to the boggart as she expected the final verdict to her biggest fear. She suspected it would be something related to her mother or her father or even Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but she couldn't have been more far from the truth.

What she saw didn't surprised her, everyone wanted to be normal, to be part of, yet she didn't, she liked her, apparently, crazy way of being, her unique self, her way of acting and talking that no one could totally comprehend or copy, her way of being a one of a kind.

She feared being one more of the pile, and her boggart knew it, there, standing, were hundreds of Luna's, all dressed the same, all looked the same, all acted the same, and probably, they all talked the same. Her special dress didn't seem so special anymore, her mysterious aura didn't didn't seem so mysterious anymore, her dazzling eyes didn't seem so dazzling anymore, her uniqueness stolen from her.

Luna raised her wand, as did the other hundreds of Luna's, and said the spell, her voice as peaceful and playful as ever, almost as if she wasn't even dazed by what her boggart was showing her. The boggart twisted and twisted, yet again, until seating on a mirror.

Luna smiled at her reflection and winked at herself, she was a one of a kind, that couldn't be changed and she knew it, and she loved and she wouldn't change it for nothing. She liked how she was, she liked how she dressed, she liked, as many would call it, being different.