The Hat must be wrong.
Potters go to Gryffindor,
That's how it's always been.
But not you.
You go to Ravenclaw.
It's not bad,
But it's not Gryffindor.
'Course, you do have cousins there,
Vic's there,
But she's seventeen,
And Head Girl.
You wave at everyone around the hall,
James and Freddie in Gryffindor,
Roxie in Slytherin,
And Rose behind you.
She's still waiting for her Sorting.
Vic did save you a seat,
You appreciate it.
You're Vic's shadow for the first couple of months,
Helping her with Head Duties,
Walking with her on rounds.
She's probably breaking the rules for you,
But your bond gets closer.
You even stop calling her Vic.
She's Torie to you now.
It's strange,
But your seventeen-year old cousin,
Is your best friend.
Slowly,
You adjust.
Torie can't be there forever.
By the end of your third year,
You've gained a reputation.
"That Albus Potter,
He's a fair one. A just one."
They say.
Your fifth year,
You're a role model in your House.
The younger years come to you,
For advice,
And to settle their spats.
Seventh Year,
It's no surprise you're Head Boy.
Flitwick might have hinted it to you,
End of last year.
What you do after you graduate,
Is a surprise.
You take the Potter and Black family seats,
In the Wizengamot.
18 years old,
And a political guru.
You're proud of yourself.
Looks like the Hat knew where you belonged.
Ravenclaw served you well,
And you're going to change the Wizarding World,
One law at a time.
AN: This is one of my more literal poems; they do crop up occasionally. Teddy's is like this one in that regard. This is not my favorite poem, but I do like how it turned out as it expands on Victoire's character, as well as establishing Albus's. Vic came off really spiteful in her poem, so this one helps. Three more poems after this one: just Lily, Hugo and Lucy left!