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I opened the question thinking it’s a straight forward answer - Severus. But I see some excellent answers here already mentioning Severus (I know I am late answering this question).But I will give it a shot. From my perspective the misunderstood character is the famous Weasley twins. They are funny - no doubt they have some rib-tickling one liners. But I would never rank them as “cool” guys. Most often they were closer to being vicious bullies (and in some cases criminals) than cool.Lets see some examples:“We tried to shut him (Percy) in a pyramid,” he told Harry. “But Mum spotted us.”-PoA. So the only reason Percy wasn’t harmed was because his mom was around.“Ton-Tongue Toffee,” said Fred brightly. “George and I invented them, and we’ve been looking for someone to test them on all summer. . . .”-GoF. Dudley again being harmed by a wizard. Sure, Dudley picked the toffee. But Fred dropping the toffee wasn’t accident either - it was a plan.“(Montague) He never managed to get all the words out,” said Fred, “due to the fact that we forced him headfirst into that Vanishing Cabinet on the first floor.”-OOtPThese are some examples of them physically hurting others. And I have just listed a few which seemed closer to them being a criminal.Seriously, shutting someone inside a pyramid ? How is that ever a joke ? And they succeeded Montague in shutting him in cabinet. God knows what he went through. And the worst part of all these ? Their reasons for their actions - Percy was different from them and Montague tried to dock points from Gryffindor. If it were for any reasonable head master, they would be packed straight to an asylum (or to St Brutus's Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys). And please don’t tell me Percy (or Montague) deserved it - no one deserve this.Numerous experiments they performed on students - there is enough dangers at Hogwarts without them creating more. Constantly picking on Ron (from his childhood and well into his teens) and Percy (changing words on his badge for instance).I know we just laugh them off as pranksters. But put yourself in Percy’s shoes and imagine the Egypt vacation.

This answer may contain sensitive images. Click on an image to unblur it.Updated 6.20.19What is the most disrespectful thing you’ve seen at a funeral?Warning - some of YOU may not LIKE reading this true account as it happened, And as it was so sadly experienced by the ONLY three people attending, besides the two, very attentive burial attendants … at this National Veterans Cemetery.Caveat - the more I thought about what I have written for this Q2A, I would like to Re-direct your UN-divided Attention and complete Sympathy towards “Robin’s” Mother. The reason is because I’m only a 3rd-party participant “describing” these Events and Experiences, as they UN-folded.To be crystal-clear, this Story is about “Robin’s” Mother, and Not me.No Loving Mother - should ever be in a position to where she buries both her Husband and her only daughter or child, BEFORE their Natural Time, AND, then, find herself completely “deserted” by all of “Robin’s” closest Friends. There’s a lot more to this story, but it would be TMI, and just won’t change the narrative.7 years ago - Before I knew anything about web site design & development, content writing, coding, hosting, Search Engine Optimization and Social Media Marketing, etc; I sent out a request for a ‘website builder’ on our VR network, and got some highly-recommended name referrals.One was a well-qualified, deeply experienced, professional IT Support / Web-Master / Web Support, plus a former US Navy Ground Sonar/Radar technician, who had started her own business.“Robin” (alias), was a highly-gifted, energetic Nerd, with a affable personality and johnny-on-the-spot work ethic … She was the type that would answer the phone at 11 PM or 3 AM and on Week-ends.“Robin”, just loved HELPING People, and I came to Learn later that in many circumstances, she wouldn’t charge her fee’s for work completed … But, I also realized that it made her a “soft target”, by many of the unscrupulous, Dead-beat, Jungle bunnies that lived in her general area of Phaia town (name changed).For our site, she did a fantastic job of cleaning up a huge mess that was left by the last website tech, who just left the island without notice. THIS is very common in Hawaii, BTW.Over the years, I got to know Robin even better, when I would make trips over to her side of the island, we would meet for lunch, and we laugh our asses off over our Navy stories … She was part of the LGBT community, so naturally, 99% of all her close friend’s and associate’s, including LGBT Circles, were all Women.She had a “Rat Pack” of about 14 really close GF’s, that Hung-Out with her at her house, and some of them “helped” her out with her Biz.WHAT this came to mean later, was that “Robin” was surrounded by a mostly Dead-Broke Rat Pack, so she “supported” many of them $$$$$ financially, plus gave them a roof over their head’s too. However, this was her choice, but, WHEN are People going to Grow some pubic hair … a Moral Compass in the ON Position … GTFU, and stop playing a Victim, 24/7 … have absolutely no respect for these Low-Life Grifter’s.“Robin”, was one of the most caring, kindest, gentlest, friendly, open-minded Veterans I had ever met … No WONDER she was so dam POPULAR!3 Years ago - “Robin” was diagnosed with a narly, women’s Cancer, but chose not to mention it to anyone outside her immediate Circle, as her GF’s had some “Miracle” Jungle JUICE Cure. Meanwhile, ONE of the Main LGBTxyz Grifter’s, convinced Robin to Sign a POA, but that’s just another LAYER to this story-line.6 months later - she was admitted to a Hospice - Palliative Care Facility, via her Elderly mother. She did not survive two weeks.With approval of her mom, I sent out Email’s to in two BC/CC mass group, one from a list of over 500 friends and clients, and the second one with just over 240 names. She not only had Friends & Clients here in Hawaii, but the Bulk were from the Mainland, where she once also resided.Because, none of her close GF’s were to be found … with only three that called and left some quick messages, I was relegated to assist her mom, with all the funeral arrangement’s and Date, Times and Place announcement’s.Also, send out another massive email to everyone on her email lists for consideration - Hospice of (City) Donations in Memory of “Robin”.THEN, like it always happens in Life with Veterans - there was a delay in her burial lot assignment & date at the National Veteran’s Cemetery, because her mom could not locate her DD-214; so I took care of that too.EVERYONE that was notified both in Hawaii, and on the Mainland, had been given 2 weeks notice (actually 18 days) of “Robin’s” date of interment.…It Was The Best of Times … It Was The Worst of Times - on a crystal-clear, cloudless, sunny Hawaii day at High Noon … with a slight Trade Wind, from North to South … made all the Flag’s at the National Veteran’s Cemetery … flutter so softly … as if Waving Aloha …I arrived early to make the final inspection and carry out all instructions, per protocol.All the headstones lined up in Perfect formation … with One Spot open … waiting for one more Soldier or Sailor … to join their ranks …“Robin’s” mom, now looking even more frail than ever, had to be been driven by her next door Neighbor, because she could not drive the distance, and no one else offered …Her mom, also then attended her husband’s grave, on same lot, who had served and retired as a US Navy Captain. I could only imagine what her thoughts were at that very moment … Realizing that she had had to endure the burial of the “only Love of her Life”, and her only Loving daughter …Later, we sat in repose … just the 3 of of us … waiting for anyone else to arrive …and we waited … in Silence …HOWEVER … NOT ONE SINGLE RAT PACK GIRLFRIEND CAME … NOT ONE.After a long while, her Heart-broken, Weeping Mother, ask me to say the Eulogy, as she just couldn’t … Bear it.It was a crystal-clear, cloudless, sunny day at High Noon … with a slight Trade Wind …I read Lord Tennyson’s poem, “Crossing the Bar”.Then, this Navy prayer … at Land or Sea …"Eternal rest grant to her, O Lord. And let perpetual light shine upon her. May she rest in peace. Amen. May her soul and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God rest in peace. Amen."With a Salute and these final words … "Fair winds and following seas, Robin S, Petty Officer, US Navy" … Her Mission complete.“Semper Fortis et Non Sibi Sed Patriae.""Ever strong" and "not for self but for country."…My POV - I’d rather just have One Honorable Soldier or Sailor at my own internment, than a 1000 Cowards and Hypocrites …Summary - someone asked, “Do I ever think about why this event all fell into my lap, as I can never say that we were “close buddies or friends”, to begin with.My only answer is … well, I could always use the Band of Brothers moniker, or for my Love, Hate and Pride of the Military Family.My reply was/is … I’ve been very lucky in service during both times in the Army & the Navy, and there were times that because I was at the Right Time … Right Place, I benefited from it, while most of my Brothers in Arms, did not.My thoughts are that Some One of a Higher Pay Grade … Orchestrated this Robin event … From Above … so that I am reminded just how Precious Life is … and How little Time we really are Blessed to Walk upon this Earth …… So, “What is the most disrespectful thing you’ve seen at a funeral?” …THIS is ONE of them …THIS is also “why” I never believe what comes out of any Civilian’s, slobbering Pie Hole, when they make their “Go-To” Claim of “YES! We Support OUR Troops” … Until, they are asked F2F, to describe exactly HOW they “support” the troops?……TBC …

My wife and I just completed our very first year of marriage this month, and it has easily been the most difficult of my entire life. It has also been the one that I’ve learned the most about myself.The joys and emotional highs of being a newly wed couple lasted til just after Christmas. We started looking for a new house to move our family in to. During this process, it was the middle of January when I learned that my grandmother had suffered a stroke and was partially paralyzed on the left side of her body. I was the only family member that ever came to visit her anymore, and being just married and trying to manage our finances made things extremely difficult as I had to be at her house 175 miles away to take care of things as much as possible.I was also working a full time design position remotely from our home. The project that I was involved in had failed miserably and our company was dropped from the contract at the end of the month. I was tossed around doing very menial tasks for various small projects through the next few weeks.It was Valentine’s Day when I got the call that Grandma had finally passed away. To my knowledge, I was the power of attorney for her assets. When I drove back up to arrange for the funeral, I discovered that she had secretly replaced me with some woman from her church that was her best friend’s daughter - a lady I had never met nor heard her name even mentioned. Turns out my grandmother resented me dating and getting married instead of focusing solely on her care. The new PoA wasn’t involved in her care at all, yet she was also listed as a large recipient in the will while I was left nothing. My dad, similarly absent for the last decade, felt entitled to everything she had left and is still contesting the contents of the will.COVID of course had landed at the end of Feb, effectively shutting society down. The closing on our house got delayed for a couple of weeks. And in the first week of March, I received a video call from my company that I was no longer employed. The financing agent handling the sale and purchase of our new house again delayed closing further to re-process the paperwork in my wife’s name alone. We already had a rental contract signed with new tenants to move into our old house on April 1 so time was against us. Then my wife tested for corona and was sick for two weeks, and I somehow managed to whirlwind the entire house into a storage crate that filled the driveway.In the middle of packing up boxes and furniture, my wife’s little pug Luke developed a brain tumor and passed away. He was 14 years old, which means he had been with her since well before her first marriage started in 2009. That dog had been her most consistent and often only confidant through some truly dark moments in her adult life. And because our closing date had been pushed, we had to keep him in a freezer bag at the veterinary clinic for the last week and a half until we could finish moving and keep him with us. We closed on the new house Mar 31 and the new tenants moved in that very same afternoon as we cleared the driveway. We immediately picked up Luke at the vet and our first act in the new house was to bury him in the back yard behind the creek.I was still unemployed and with corona closing so much, my best option for income was to take a full time position at my National Guard post that was two hours away. I spent every week for months staying alone at the barracks on post, leaving my wife to tend to our stepson and other four pets by herself. She was also home schooling our boy with classrooms shut down, which only added to the stress and promoted what seemed like an endless stream of arguments every weekend I came home. Due to the heavy labor of my new job, I developed severe pain in my hands and it became increasingly difficult to sleep at night. Found out I would need surgery over the summer for carpal tunnel repair in both wrists.We thought we might get a break in July. We had just adopted a new pup and kitten. Her sister and brother in law were coming down for her birthday and I had the whole weekend scheduled out for us. While I was at work out of town that week prior, my wife sent me a message captioned “emergency.” It was a photo of me posted on social media as wanted by the city police. The wrong image had been submitted by a store I had bought from that prior weekend, and I was mislabeled in a theft case. I hired an attorney to help clear the charges, but her whole birthday weekend had a shade cast over it as I had to instead drive home the next day and turn myself in to the police department. The very next week I had my surgery, and the next two weeks after that I had to be away from home again with my regular National Guard unit on a separate assignment.In August, she started nightly online classes to earn her teaching certificate and go after a new career as she’s been increasingly unhappy in her current job. We discussed this prior, but it also meant an ongoing existence where we just didn’t have time to do anything together or even have regular conversations with each other. We were also butting heads with her ex husband, who still has yet to do much of anything to help through this COVID mess. He instead decided to take advantage of having all the fun free time through visitations with his son not actually being at school during the week, and left all the educational and discipline responsibilities up to us which meant 5 days of schoolwork crammed into 3. We had already been fighting for many many weeks as the stress and exhaustion just continued to mount.Things started to get a little bit better. I finally landed a job closer to home and was able to be around and helping at the house again. Naturally par for the course in 2020, that didn’t last long either. While planning a weekend to the coast for our first anniversary, a copperhead crept into our back yard and bit all four of our dogs in a scuffle. Vet bill was $3,600 and immediately canceled our coast trip. After that bill was paid, we had the conversation about our own family plans and how it had been months with no success.We consulted a physician and last month I discovered that I have had a medical condition which prevents me having my own biological children. On top of that, my dad has known about it for my entire life and just never said anything. Even under medical lab assistance, the costs for which are an astronomical $15,000, there’s a “generous” 10% chance of success just for my portion. And if that happens to work, there’s only a 30–40% take rate for my wife’s procedure… not to mention the toll and side effects and medications we’d both have to be under for a prolonged period of time.I’ve learned one irrefutable fact through all this though. We’re winning at life. There is a story to tell, and a purpose in the end even if I don’t know what it is yet. My wife has proven time and again that she’s here to stay. I’ve never loved her more than I do right now. She’s given me so very much. So while it has been beyond stressful (borderline insanity actually) these past 12 months, I know I have the greatest woman standing with me, kicking names and taking ass!