Authors Note: This will not be following canon entirely. There are probably going to be a lot of differences, but this is fanfiction.

My Vital Introduction

Hi. My name is Albus Severus Potter. You may have probably heard of me, considering I am the first Potter child in Slytherin... ever.

Let's go over my dilemma, which is at this point my brother. James and I are not talking to each other, and I am in my 5th year. James is in his 7th year. He thinks I'm going dark, which really isn't a good accusation to make in front of a crowd of slytherins.

But really, I shouldn't say anything yet. I haven't even told you about me, my family, or even my entire complicated, stupid life...

~ASP~

I have to admit, I am really a lot like my dad. James has always wanted to be more like Dad, who is Harry James Potter. Though I am still more like him, which is part of the reason why James is spiteful to me. I have my dad's eyes, which I had found out were also from my grandmother Lily Potter nee Evans on my paternal side.

I was born on June 30th, 2006, right at 7 AM. It was said to be a miracle day, at least for my dad. He said that the day was perfect. On that day, he didn't get any fan mail. He also didn't get any love letters, which was disgusting because he was a married man. A handsome, married 25 year old man, but still married. It was a miracle day...

My dad had almost called me Albus Signum Severus Potter, but it was probably too much of a mouthful. Though it did remind him of my namesake, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore who also had a very long name and too many bloody titles after that. Signum was latin for miracle, and so he wanted to call me a miracle child-except I was not by any means Jesus.

Anyways, I'm getting distracted.

My brother James was apparently the more well-liked brother as we grew older. I wasn't neglected, my parents still loved me. But most people (not including family) had always found James more interesting. He was like the reincarnation of James Potter Sr. and Sirius Black: Confident ladies man, and a bully-I mean prankster. Even my little sister lived up to her namesakes Lily Evans: Fiery and beautiful. But what am I? I'm not nearly as great as Albus Dumbledore, and not nearly as scary as Severus Tobias Snape. I know I'm different, I'm sly and intelligent. I don't live up to my namesakes, but a Potter? I'll leave that answer for later.

At the age of one, my parents thought that I was mute. I didn't cry or babble much. The first time I had cried in weeks was when James had stolen my dad's first wand. My dad had 2 wands for some reason, which I had not realised until many, many years later was from Antioch Peverell. He had a terrible reaction to the wand, and had shattered some of the windows. It was a loud noise, so I cried.

At the age of 11 and beyond, I had really been distanced from James. Mum, Dad, and Lily did not care about my sorting, but James had finally cracked. He had not liked me being different, being a "cowardly, slimy slytherin".

My dad had told me that I am named after two headmasters of Hogwarts: Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape. Severus was in slytherin, and he was one of the bravest men my dad had met.

My name is Albus Severus Potter. I am the second son of Harry James Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding World. I am a Slytherin, and I am different.

Should I continue this? This is only the introduction.