Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2013 5:14:56 GMT
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ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER
You, can call me Albus –insert wink and smirk here-. I am currently seventeen years old, I’m a leo. I like long walks on the beach, flying through the night sky and am fluent in sarcasm. Impressed yet? No… No? What do you mean no? Well then, how about my name? Does that impress you? Interesting fact, I was named after two of the greatest wizards in the world and carry the surname of a legacy. I’m Albus Severus Potter. No, not Potter’s kid. I’m Albus! I’m also the black sheep of my family. Just my luck, to be the only one sorted into Slytherin. Yeah that’s right, I managed to land myself in the pit of snakes. Well that’s what I thought at first. Oh right, I got bored trying to impress you. Let’s talk about me now.
Honestly, I’m not a jerk. Well I am a bit spoiled, and hell a bit blunt. I do like sarcasm and I’m more of a know it all than someone with intelligence. That’s me. Can’t help it though. Just the way I protect myself. For me, my life has been a struggle. I still haven’t been able to find myself. I’m usually lost and tread a line of gray. How about we start from the beginning.
Okay so I was born after the first born boy. He got all the attention for two years. But it’s not like he needed it. Look at James, he carries his own. He is the one who is meant for something great. I was also born before the only girl and the youngest, Lily. I didn’t notice a change, it was only a year before she was born. I am the classic middle child. I am also the sore thumb and trouble maker. I am man enough and mature enough to admit, I love attention and usually did anything in order to get it. But it really didn’t last long.
I started off young, breaking things, making things dirty, making Lily cry, annoying everyone. I wanted to be seen and I didn’t care if it was bad or good. That lasted until I was eight. I could see my parents getting tired of it, and I guess a sense of right and wrong kicked in. So I gave up. If no one wanted to notice me, well then, fine. I could live without the spotlight. Besides I didn’t do anything worth wild to be noticed.
I threw myself in books after that. I became quiet and basically a shadow. I liked the fantasy the words always played out for me. I didn’t care for pranks, nor Quidditch. Sure those things were entertaining, but they didn’t last long, not like a good book. I became the good boy. I also became unsure of myself and shy. There was so much in my books that I wanted to be and couldn’t be. I also wanted what the heroes had, someone who was proud of them. So I became daddy’s boy after that.
I listened to all his stories and did everything he told me to do. I wanted to make him proud. And little by little, I did. I tried being a better brother, that seemed to help and then I helped mum out a lot around the house, that definitely made things easier, I also caused no trouble. Everything was perfect. James was off to school and I was now the main boy to be looked after. I’m sure my parents didn’t look after one of us more than the other, but being the middle child, I just felt that.
Two years later, I received my letter. Granted I am in my seventh year, so that was a while ago, but I remembered the fear.
Gryffindor was THE house to be in. Every Weasley was practically in it from my father’s generation and then his father and mother and himself. Then James got sort into it. I had to be in it. I just had to. Everyone joked about Hufflepuff being my house. I wasn’t the brightest of the bunch and I certainly became timid quickly. And a Potter slash Weasley in Slytherin? Ha, like that would happen. It was impossible. Well there I go breaking the rules.
I knew Slytherin was my fate. I was odd compared to my cousins. I wasn’t always cheery or in the know. I didn’t care about quidditch or pranks. I rather be by myself and read. I had a large feeling Slytherin wanted me. And I told my dad. He assured me of course, that sure, evil comes form Slytherin, but a great man he knew was from Slytherin, and that great man was where my middle name came from. It couldn’t be horrible.
Like I mentioned, I was thrown into Slytheirn. That caused a silent riot. Lots of whispers and concerns. Harry and Ginny Weasley’s second son, in Slytherin? A blood traitor? In Slytherin. Oh man, my first year was a nightmare. Hardly anyone in my house liked me. And if they had any interest in me, they wanted to change me. It couldn’t hurt to allow them right? Let them lead me and show me their ways. No. I’m a leader. I couldn’t allow that. So here I go again, breaking the rules.
I am in fact a Slytherin. I am cunning and ambitious. I am sly and tend to look over myself more than others, well unless you were family. But I wasn’t mean and heartless. I wasn’t a bully. Sure I’m blunt and tend to be quick tongued, but hell, I didn’t harm anyone or went out looking to demean another. No I kept to my studies and decided to make something out of myself and that something was going to be good, great even. I was going to live up to my name.
My marks weren’t perfect, but they were high. Every year, I studied and studied pushing myself. Aunt Hermione was excited to find me becoming like her. I also knew what to say. But I wasn’t smart. Well actually Aunt Hermione would say I had intelligence, I just lacked wisdom. I never knew what that meant until my fifth year. Oh man. Those OWLS tests killed me. Sure I knew what to do in certain circumstances, all in theory, but actually being tested like that. Man, I finally knew what she meant. I was never thrown into a situation to practice that. And now that I understand, maybe I do have some wisdom. I still am not causing trouble… okay yeah, that’s a lie. I get sent to detention quite a bit actually. Either for talking back to a teacher, challenging a teacher, or letting my temper get ahead of me. I’ve been trying to be more instinctive like my father, but it mostly gets me in fights with guys, or slapped by a girl. I’m not physical or anything, but words, man oh man, do they cause a stir. But nothing has been totally serious. I’m still in school and about to graduated, isn’t that great?
I think it is. I finally know what I’m going to do. Not too long ago my Uncle Ron died. He was a brilliant man. I swear, I think I’d rather be him than my father, there was just something. Anyways. He was an auror. He pushed and pushed to be a protector. I think that’s what I’m going to do. I want that. I want someone to remember me like I remember him. We’ll see how long that lasts.
ARTEMIS - 4 YRS EXP.