I know all about your story,
I've heard it all my life.
The legacy of the Boy Who Lived,
How can I live up to that?
You've defeated the Dark Lord,
And you've defeated death.
You may be famous for your actions,
But I'll only ever be famous for my dad.
Is this all that you've left for me?
A mould too big to fill.
Everyone expects me to be great,
But I can never be as great you!
I'm named after your two heroes:
The one who kept you alive,
And the one who asked you to die.
My name serves only to remind me
Of the people I'll never be.
I'll never be Albus Dumbledore!
I couldn't lead someone to their death.
And I couldn't lead an army,
I won't even get the chance.
Severus Snape was a Slytherin,
He was cunning, sneaky and brave.
But I could never live like that!
Pretending is just as bad.
And I know you say it was an accident,
Or else it wasn't his fault.
But his actions contributed to the chaos,
And all the people that were lost.
I'll never meet my grandparents,
Your mum and dad are dead.
And in the end he is to blame,
For that scar upon your head.
I'll never see your godfather now,
Both Padfoot and Prongs are gone.
Your godson also lost two parents -
Moony and Tonks are dead.
But Uncle George still lost an ear,
And Neville's face was slashed.
Uncle Bill's skin will forever be scarred
From that dreaded werewolf attack.
Then there's my surname: Potter.
All of whom are great.
You, are 'the Chosen One'
Who saved the world at the age of one
And again at seventeen.
Your mother sacrificed herself for you,
Which protected you from harm.
While James stood unarmed against You-Know-Who,
Just to buy a minute of time.
And of all of your three children,
Why did I inherit your looks?
Your dark messy hair and emerald-green eyes,
That make people think that I'm you.
My brother and sister look up to you,
But yet they still don't see
That your legacy will always be too great,
Especially for them and me.
