December 12: I'm Not You:
Louis had thought that Hogwarts would be amazing.
It was where his papa had gone to learn! And his papa was amazing too!
So it had to be amazing!
And it would have been.
If not for one thing.
He wasn't his papa. He knew that, his papa and mama made sure of it. They had made him see that he was his own person.
So why? Why couldn't anyone else see it?
Everywhere he went. Everything he did.
They would compare him to his papa.
"You've obviously inherited your father's proficiency at Defense."
"...A born flyer. Just like his father."
"Mr. Potter, I've only known one person who had a better talent for getting into trouble. Just like your father."
"A wonder with magical creatures. Just like your father."
"You're much more studious than your father was at your age."
"A natural leader, just like your father"
"..Just like your father"
"..Like your father"
".. your father"
".. Your father"
"... your father."
His teachers. The headmistress. His friends. His dorm mates. His Housemates. The rest of the students. It came from everywhere, the constant comparisons, the disappointment when he couldn't match up, the attributing of every success to his being his father's son.
He didn't know if they meant to, but it ate away at him.
He wasn't his father. Yet that was all they seemed to see in him.
His father.
Harry Potter was a great man, but Louis Potter wasn't Harry Potter.
Why in the world couldn't they see it?
He'd tried to talk to his elder sister, but no matter how much she tried to understand, she never could. She hadn't had the comparisons, the scrutiny, the expectations, the pressure.
It was overwhelming for the eleven year old boy.
So he trudged through the year, barely able to take it.
Until one day…. He just couldn't.
(A/N): Continued in the December 13th drabble.