Albus.
Even his name was better. It sounded more natural, graceful. Intelligent. Next to 'Albus', my name sounded large and lumbering, something for the tongue to fiddle with and trip over a couple of times.
Model Student.
With his perfect face, spotless resume, and brilliant mind. I could never compete, and didn't attempt to. The professors would always glance at me, disappointment clear in their eyes. It was painfully obvious that they had expected more from me, the brother of such talent.
Schemer.
All that time holed up in his room with the foreigner, Grindelwald. Sometimes I wanted to spy on them, orlisten at the door - just know what they were up to. I didn't though. I stayed with Ariana instead, talked to her. She liked me more than him. The single thing I excelled at.
Lovesick.
His stupid, airheaded ideas about the "Greater Good", trailing after Grindelwald like a puppy who'd found a master. I knew my brother was intelligent, but he had a disturbing lack of common sense.
Killer?
Standing there, mouth gaping as Ariana fell. I was the only one to rush forward, shake her, yell at her to wake up, the joke's not funny anymore, Albus, wake her up. He just stood there, eyes fixed on our sister's face, not even noticing as his precious Gellert ran off.
Double sided knife.
Changed his ways, became a Respectable Man. No one noticed the difference; they'd always seen him as respectable anyway. He went to Hogwarts. I went to the Hog's Head.
Headmaster.
Visited me sometimes, in my pub. Small talk, awkward silences. We used to be so close.
Hero.
He even died gracefully - fell like a puppet to the floor. His own puppet, of course. Since Grindelwald, he never let people take control of him.
Liar.
Secrets and lies, that's what he was best at. Forget the intellect, he learnt all he needed at home.
Brother.
He regretted it for the rest of his life.
Sometimes I regret it too.