Name: Albus Severus Potter
Nickname: Al or Alb
Gender: Male
Birthdate: October 25th, 2005
Orientation: Straight as far as I know
House: Slytherin
Occupation: Student
Grade: 5th Year
Age: 15
Species: Human
Blood Status: Half Blood
Relationship: None
Patronus: Snake
Wand: 13 in Cherry Wood Phoenix Feather
Pet: Screech Owl named Bandit/When he started at Hogwarts he had a ferret, but I woke up one morning to find him dead. I still don't know if one of my roommates killed him or not.



Love it?
+Quidditch
+My family even if things are different now
+Wizard's chess
+Girls
+Reading
+Chocolate Frogs

Hate it?
-Being in Slytherin
-Being Bullied
-Being estranged with his family
-Being Harry Potter's son with his fame
-Being alone
-Hurting

Strengths and Weaknesses?
+My family
+Being a Wizard
+Being Harry Potter's son
-My family
-Girls
-Being Harry Potter's son

Fears?!

• Never being able to do magic.
  
• My family totally disowning me.
  
• Getting hurt physically worse than I have been before.

Full Personality:

I used to be a mischievous and curious boy. I was also known to be quiet, kind and thoughtful. I have these irrational fears that can sometimes get the best of me. Like when I was sorted into Slytherin. I have a dry sense of humor that comes out as sarcasm and jokes. I definitely have my father's temper. I'm proud and don't like to admit that I'm more like my father than even I probably know. I feel like I have to prome myself to everyone, and not be in my father's shadow.

I became withdrawn and sullen after being sorted into Slytherin at Hogwarts. I hid the pain deep inside, and tried not to let it show. I felt like I wasn't good enough now. That I didn't deserve to be Harry Potter's son. I was depressed now, and had no one.

Celebrity Play-By: Logan Lerman
Eyes: Blue
Skin: White
Hair: Black
Scars/Marking: none
Build: Slender



Mother: Ginerva Molly Weasley Potter
Father: Harry James Potter
Siblings: James and Lily
Spouse:
Children:
Other: Lots of cousins and aunt and uncles Weasley Grandparents  
Godparents: Neville Longbottom

History:

Iwas the middle child born to Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley Potter. More or less I was the spare son. I often felt overlooked by my parents. I was a fan of quidditch, but I couldn't play. Magic was hard for me and I still don't understand why. My dad was busy with his job as an auror, and my mother a professional quidditch player. I spent most of my time alone in my room reading. When I didn't have Rose around to get into trouble with. I could grow bored quite easily. I grew up in Godric's Hollow where my dad had been born. We also have a residence in London called Twelve Grimmauld Place. It had been the home of the Black family, but there was no one left from the Black family. Sirius my dad's godfather had been the last of them, and he left his home to my dad.

Being born to famous parents in the wizarding world wasn't that much fun either. I felt overwhelmed with the need to prove himself worthy of being their son. I never felt good enough. Then to top it off I was named after two great men. Both had been headmasters at Hogwarts. Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape. The latter of whom had been a Slytherin. None of my family had ever been in Slytherin. Till me that is, but we're getting ahead of ourselves here. I really didn't like my name either. My siblings James and Lily at least have regular old names. But no not me. I used to get teased bout my name in grade school.

I remember being excited to get his my first broom. Unfortunately it didn’t work out so well. I couldn’t even get it to come up. My father finally magically put me on a broom so I could even try playing Quidditch with him and James. Disaster struck when I was about fifteen feet up in the air on the broom, and my father threw the quaffle to me. I lost my balance and fell. Dad had looked away to James as usual and didn’t see till he heard my cries of pain. I'd broken my arm, but I didn’t let that discourage me. Once I was mended I spent hours trying to get the broom to listen to my commands. Once I actually got it to roll over, but that was about it. I was bound and determined to ride one day.

When I was eight our family went to the 427th Quidditch cup. My father introduced us to Viktor Krum. I though was a fan of Brazilian Chaser Goncalo Flores who was also playing at the Quidditch World cup. When Goncalo scored the first goal of the game I got so excited I almost fell out of our box. Luckily my Uncle Ron caught me by the back of my robes. I wore the color green for Brazil while the rest of my family supported red for Bulgaria.

I was always trying to use magic, but I would grow frustrated when nothing would happen. Wanting to please my father I tried harder and harder, but nothing. One time I decided I wanted to try potions. With that thought I snuck into James’s room and stole his potions stuff. That hadn’t ended well at all. I was using an old potions book, and I put a couple of wrong ingredients in. It had blown up in my face knocking me out. Blowing up half of the kitchen in the process. I was in trouble for that one after waking up in the hospital. My mother had really been upset. I wasn’t allowed to try any more potions till I started Hogwarts unless an adult was there with me.

Going to the burrow had been one of my favorite things to do. Going to see my grandparents there was always something going on. I was always thoughtful and kind to my grandmother by helping her out where she needed help. I loved listening to my grand grandfather and uncles talking. So therefore I was usually quiet. Even at home letting my siblings do the talking.

The first time I actually did some magic I was mad for getting into trouble for something. I hadn’t even thought about it and a vase exploded. I definitely was surprised and wondered if it had been me who actually blew it up. Though I really hoped I could use magic without my temper getting the best of me. That wasn’t how I wanted to learn magic.

Rose and I were quite mischievous and got into trouble quite a bit. I could be quite cunning in coming up with something to get us into trouble. When we were nine we found some green dye and put it into Uncle Ron’ shampoo. He hadn’t been able to get it out for weeks. My parents and Aunt Hermione had found it hilarious though. Our favorite place to go was to Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes Joke shop. Rose’s dad Ron co owned it with their Uncle George.

Time finally came to go to Hogwarts. James had been teasing me that I'd be in Slytherin for weeks now. Probably longer than that, and I was petrified of being put into Slytherin. I confided in my father whispering to him I was afraid I'd be put into Slytherin. My father told me one of the bravest men he knew had been in Slytherin. Severus Snape who I was named after. He'd also been the head of house for Slytherin. I barely remember walking up to the sorting hat with my brother and cousins cheering me on. Roe had already been sorted into Gryffindor. The hat was barely on my head when it yelled Slytherin. my mind had been full of Slytherin thoughts cunningly trying to figure out how to not get put into Slytherin. You could have heard a pin drop in the Great Hall after that. I froze, afraid to move looking at my older brother in horror. Murmurs had started up filling the Great Hall. A Potter in Slytherin? It was unheard of. Even the Slytherin's were in shock hearing the sorting hat. I was guided away from the Sorting Hat and to the Slytherin table by a professor. I didn't even know which professor because of the shock.

I couldn't believe this was happening. My parents were going to be so disappointed in me. Not like I didn't feel like they were already since I couldn't play quidditch, and I had a hard time with magic. Dad said they couldn't be disappointed if I was put into Slytherin, but I didn't believe it. Over time I became alienated from my family for being sorted into Slytherin. Rose had distanced herself from me and I became sullen and was depressed. Even most of the Slytherins were cold and heartless to me. It didn't help that my older brother and cousins were popular at Hogwarts, and most of them Quidditch stars for their houses. My first year I was the only one who couldn't even get m broom up, and it was a disaster trying to fly. I became known as the Slytherin Squib.

I had just thought my first year at Hogwarts was hell, but it only grew worse over the years. I was bullied constantly, and was always sporting bruises from that. It wasn't just the other houses either, Slytherin was the worst to me. It was like they were humiliated that I had been sorted into their house. When I was home for holidays or the summer my parents didn't even seem to even notice the difference in me.

By my second year I didn't understand how my life had gotten so bad. Hogwarts, according to my family, was supposed to be a second home. It definitely wasn't that way for je. Everything had changed the moment the sorting hat had sorted me into Slytherin. I wasn't doing well in school either. I was barely getting by, and I wanted to go back to the way things had been, before ever coming to Hogwarts.

Third and Fourth years passed by in a haze of emotional and physical pain that I hid. It wasn't like anyone talked to me either. Unless they were bullying me in some way. I never went to the Great Hall to eat. I disappeared into the dungeons to the kitchens and got food there. I avoided going back to my dorm room till everyone was in bed hiding out somewhere. It became a routine for me. I did fight back when I had a chance to. Though it usually came back to bite me in the ass when I was the one who got into trouble for standing up for myself.

With as much time as I had on my hands when not in class my mind was always rolling. By now I had come to realize I did have Slytherin qualities. I could be quite cunning and use my wiles to avoid the other Slytherins and ones I knew would bully me. I was ambitious in trying to learn to do magic, and I still hadn’t given up on flying either. I took pride in not letting my bullies see how much they hurt me mentally. My initials were also a snake. ASP. Which was a venomous snake.

I would sneak down to the Quidditch pitch for games and watch from where no one could find me. Even jealous of my older brother James I wanted to support him even if he didn't know I was. He was like my idol too with how magnificent he was at Quidditch. Even my little sister Rose had made the Quidditch team her second year. It had always been a dream of mine when I was younger to play, but that dream had fizzled out when I couldn't fly. I would be lying if I didn't say that hurt.

Now here I was back for my fifth year at Hogwarts. I was to the point I didn't care anymore. I hated life, and I hated being Harry Potter's son even more. I definitely wasn't the golden boy like my older brother James. I never would be. I was in a dark place and there was no way out. Nobody seemed to care either.

RP Sample:

Albus had made his way to potions. A class that he really didn’t want to be in, but his parents had made him take it. Knowing his luck he would just blow the classroom up. He’d already gone through half a dozen cauldrons over the years. Just as he thought he was getting it right he’d do something stupid. Well this year was going to be different he thought, and he’d show his family that he could do something right. This year had to be different. It couldn’t be as bad as the first four years. Yet he wasn’t going to get his hopes up at all. He was going to take one day at a time.

He stayed in the shadows as he made his way into the potion’s classroom. No one talked to him and he was glad of that. Usually if someone did talk to him it was to put him down or goad him about his famous father. He let out a sigh of relief sitting toward the back and more to the shadows. Maybe the professor wouldn’t notice him over here either. He sat there looking down at the desk bored waiting for the class to start. He groaned inwardly as the boys in front of him were starting to dart glances back at him. He knew they were going to start in and they did, but he just tried to ignore them.

He didn’t even look over when the door opened and someone came in. He didn’t care who it was. He was more than startled though when the boy came over to sit by him. He knew who it was. It was Scorpius Malfoy. HIs father’s arch rival from Hogwarts. He was the seeker on their house Quidditch team. In five years he’d never even said a word to him that he could remember. He gaped a bit as Scorpius held out his hand. He swallowed hard wondering if he should shake his hand or not. Of course Scorpius had never given him a hard time like their fellow Slytherins. He was bringing up his hand to shake when he heard the boys in front of them snicker.

“You're making friends with Potter the squib? Are you crazy?” One of the boys asked, smirking at Scorpius. The professor was walking in, but they ignored him. “He can’t even ride a broom. Only reason he’s still at Hogwarts is because he's Harry Potter’s son.” The other one let out a laugh. “Ohhh is Potter going to cry?” He made a face at Albus mocking him and he and his friend were laughing some more.

Albus looked down at the table, dropping his hand as he heard the boys. He shot a glare at the boys. He definitely wasn’t going to cry. He hadn’t cried since he was eleven no matter what the other kids handed out to him. He was just trying to ignore them, but the moment had passed to shake hands with Scorpius and tell him his name.

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