- Name. Albus Severus Potter.
Birthday. March 23.
Blood Status. Half-blood.
Position. Second Year Student.
Wand. 11 1/2" Ebony, Augurey, Hard.
Amortentia. Fresh laundry, warm blankets, lemongrass tea, peppery potion smoke.
Face Claim. Arthur Bowen, Theo Ancient.
Share Face Claim? No.
Mother. Ginevra Potter.
Father. Harry Potter.
Siblings. James Sirius Potter, Lily Luna Potter.
More than his other siblings, Albus resembled Harry with his wiry frame, messy jet black hair and piercing green eyes. More than James and Lily, he'd always felt the pressure of being Harry Potter's son, the pressure of what that meant: to excel. To become extraordinary. And unfortunately, Albus? Well, he was ordinary.
They say that ebony wands pick wizards with the courage to be themselves, but Albus hasn't ever known what that is, and his father's shadow was almost certainly too big to allow him to find out. Even Ollivander seemed surprised when the wand glowed in his hand, considering Albus had walked through the storefront meek as anything.
Magic? Forget about it. Halfway through his first year he was already being called the Slytherin Squib, following a particularly explosive potions disaster. Albus had once entertained notions of finding his kin at Hogwarts, finding likeminded outsiders such as himself, but even here... Albus feels alone.
Being Sorted into Slytherin was just another wall between himself, his family, and the people he'd grown up with. Had been friends with. Rose disdained him by now, because the only person who really got him was Scorpius. His only real, genuine friend and a source of strife amongst his parents and his Gryffindor siblings and cousins. "He's a bad influence," they all say.
But, you know what, they can all just sod off, at least he has someone, and if he had to pick between the family that never understood him or his best friend?
It's a no-brainer.