Post by albus severus potter on Jul 7, 2019 9:46:08 GMT
Albus Severus Potter
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Personality
| Patronus | Mirror of Erised | Boggart |
Non Coporeal Albus has yet to conjure a patronus | To be recognized for his own achievements rather than that of his father's | Greatest Fear |
The first thing that everyone should know about Albus is that he’s not like his father. He doesn’t like being seen as a hero or a lucky sod. Heck, he hates the fact that he is known by more people as “one of Harry Potter’s sons” as opposed to being his own person. It is a hatred that has led to a sour relationship between him and his father and a hatred that drives him to build his own name and legacy. It was a determination that helped him to ultimately land in the house that he didn’t want to be a part of originally.
The first thing that the Sorting Hat discovered within this young man’s head is the drive within him to prove himself to the world. A drive that is very rarely seen amongst houses outside of the one that he had begged the hat not to place him in. It was a drive that made the boy unable to give up and increasingly frustrated at continued failures. A frustration that drove resourcefulness to achieve the outcome that he desired.
Despite Albus’ attempts to not realize it, he posses the traits of a good leader. He is loyal to those that he serves, willing to hear what they have to say before leaping into action and there is something about him that makes it easy to open up to him. When push comes to shove however he knows when to step up and knows how to push back in order to get those beneath him to fall back into line.
Albus’ biggest goal may seem to be fame oriented, but it actually isn’t. He doesn’t strive to be known as Albus Potter because his father’s deeds are much more noble than his so far, but simply so he has a shot at a normal life. In fact, Albus resents his fame. Trying to acknowledge him in such a manner only seems to send his temper into hyperdrive. A temper that he jokingly says he’s had from the age of seven… a bleeding effect of the wolf within.
The first thing that the Sorting Hat discovered within this young man’s head is the drive within him to prove himself to the world. A drive that is very rarely seen amongst houses outside of the one that he had begged the hat not to place him in. It was a drive that made the boy unable to give up and increasingly frustrated at continued failures. A frustration that drove resourcefulness to achieve the outcome that he desired.
Despite Albus’ attempts to not realize it, he posses the traits of a good leader. He is loyal to those that he serves, willing to hear what they have to say before leaping into action and there is something about him that makes it easy to open up to him. When push comes to shove however he knows when to step up and knows how to push back in order to get those beneath him to fall back into line.
Albus’ biggest goal may seem to be fame oriented, but it actually isn’t. He doesn’t strive to be known as Albus Potter because his father’s deeds are much more noble than his so far, but simply so he has a shot at a normal life. In fact, Albus resents his fame. Trying to acknowledge him in such a manner only seems to send his temper into hyperdrive. A temper that he jokingly says he’s had from the age of seven… a bleeding effect of the wolf within.
History
I was never meant to exist. I was a mistake, or at least that’s what I believe as I have found evidence of Mum and Dad’s attempts when it came to James and Lily, but nothing as far as my conception. The relationship between my father and I have always been strained, growing up I was always a mommas boy… although that might have had something to do with the fact that I saw more of my mother than I did the man who calls himself my father. As a child it even seemed as if my older brother knew I wasn’t meant to exist for he constantly played pranks on me and my father did very little to stop him.
I was five when I began to notice my place in the world. I had power, yes, but for all the wrong reasons. Everywhere I went I was known… but only known because my father was famous. My father was the one who had shut down the “Dark Lord” or “You Know Who” and I was nothing more than a magazine baby to be ogled over. Everywhere I went I was known first as the second son of the boy who lived and secondly as Albus Potter. No one seemed to care that I was my own person… just who I had been affiliated to by birth. The more I travelled with my parents, the more I realized that people only knew me due to who my father was, and it was something that haunted me more and more.
I was seven when all the attention had pushed me past my breaking point. I packed a bag, and when my parents weren’t paying attention I ran away from home. My parent’s fought to keep my disappearance a secret, knowing that the attention that I would get for going missing would do nothing but drive me further away from my childhood home. For the first night I slept beneath a bridge in our neighbourhood, but the next day I met a wizard who was of age… a run away teen that could relate to how I felt. He offered me food and a place to stay, an offer I readily accepted with a growling stomach as I hadn’t been able to bring myself to shoplift from hardworking families trying to feed the mouths of their growing kids.
That night was heaven when compared to the night that had come before it. We ate nothing but ice cream and junk food. We stayed awake until late. Slept without clothes on. Partied all night long. And no one stopped us....
I was five when I began to notice my place in the world. I had power, yes, but for all the wrong reasons. Everywhere I went I was known… but only known because my father was famous. My father was the one who had shut down the “Dark Lord” or “You Know Who” and I was nothing more than a magazine baby to be ogled over. Everywhere I went I was known first as the second son of the boy who lived and secondly as Albus Potter. No one seemed to care that I was my own person… just who I had been affiliated to by birth. The more I travelled with my parents, the more I realized that people only knew me due to who my father was, and it was something that haunted me more and more.
I was seven when all the attention had pushed me past my breaking point. I packed a bag, and when my parents weren’t paying attention I ran away from home. My parent’s fought to keep my disappearance a secret, knowing that the attention that I would get for going missing would do nothing but drive me further away from my childhood home. For the first night I slept beneath a bridge in our neighbourhood, but the next day I met a wizard who was of age… a run away teen that could relate to how I felt. He offered me food and a place to stay, an offer I readily accepted with a growling stomach as I hadn’t been able to bring myself to shoplift from hardworking families trying to feed the mouths of their growing kids.
That night was heaven when compared to the night that had come before it. We ate nothing but ice cream and junk food. We stayed awake until late. Slept without clothes on. Partied all night long. And no one stopped us....
It wasn't a mystery as to why I chose to stay another night... but I was seven, I hadn't noticed the scars on the teenager's body. Hadn't asked him about them. Didn't even think twice about staying with a stranger during a full moon, and it was that night that I was bitten and turned into a werewolf. I ran from the house shortly afterwards, passing out in a park only to wake up in a bed at St.Mungo's staring up into the spectacled green eyes of my father.
Becoming a werewolf did nothing to help the relationship between my father and I. It made me angrier and more resentful than before, and it didn't help that I blamed my father for it happening. He wasn't the one who bit me, but he was the reason as to why I ran away in the first place. As I neared the age where I could finally attend Hogwarts, James began to tease me more and more about the fact that he believed that I would end up in Slytherin... and the more I believed him.
September First of my first year at Hogwarts came quickly enough and it didn't take long for my father to realize that I was worried about which Hogwarts House I would end up in. I got pulled aside by my father, who attempted to calm me about the Sorting that lay ahead... and it worked until the ceremony began. On the way to school I shared a compartment with a blond haired boy named Scorpius, I had been warned to watch out for the Malfoys... but there seemed to be nothing wrong with this Malfoy and the two of us quickly became friends.
Once at the school and once the hat was placed upon my head, I did as my father told me... I begged the hat not to sort me into Slytherin... but it ignored my request and placed me there anyways. I was a plankton put into a tank with many whales. I was picked on by my own house members... and made a fool of myself in my second year when I tried out for the Quidditch team and didn't even make it past the first cut. School was miserable for me, and the only bright spot was my best friend Scorpius.
This summer passed I finally got out of the hell that was known as Hogwarts with decent enough grades to earn me a job helping other new werewolves at St.Mungo's, but this is only the start of my new life.
