BEING A POTTER
Chapter 1: expectations
I never knew being a child cane with so many expectations. Being someone else, being perfect. It's like wearing black, in a crowd of white. But in reality it's not as special as it seems. You're the crack in the mirror, you're different.
They compare you to your parents like you're supposed to be exactly like them. Then it's like being the apple that fell to far from the tree. You grew to fast do learn enough…. You may know me by my last name; it seems to be the only thing that matters. My mother was great, my father magnificent.
A Potter that acts like a weasely. A home full of Gryffindor's and one Slytherin. I'm Albus. Albus Severus Potter. I'm petrified of what will come next. First year 20 minutes in. and i'm already an outcast.
Cause I'm a Potter, expected to be a Gryffindor like my father, mother, and brother. But I'm not. I was sorted into Slytherin.