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Nov. 23rd, 2009 at 8:35 PM
Albus Severus "Al" Potter
Nicknames: just Al, which occasionally spawns one-hit wonders like 'the Al-manac of Knowledge'
Age: almost eighteen
Bloodline: Pureblood
Sexuality: 'Straight, in theory yet to be supported by practice' is a statistically sound guess for a male wizard of his age and intellect. However, as a Ravenclaw, he consistently and thoroughly questions everything he knows.
Place of Residence: He drifts between his family's house in Godric's Hollow and his brother James' Gryffinpuff nest, in Guildford, Surrey, depending on the level of noise, amount of storage space for his books, and his mum's growing determination for including him in family dinners
Appearance
Albus Severus is the only one of Potter children to inherit his paternal grandmother's eyes. He looks a lot like his dad.
Height: 5'6''
Build: Average
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
PB: Tom Welling as Clark Kent
Family
Parents: Harry and Ginevra Potter
Siblings: One older brother, James Sirius Potter, and one younger sister, Lily Luna Potter
His dad was his first best friend. His distant cousin Scorpius Malfoy was his second.
There's also Aunt Hermione, she knows all about the Wizarding and Muggle world. And she is the most intelligent person that Al knows. When he was very young, and heard his parents argue for the first time, Al wished that Aunt Hermione was his mum instead of Mum. He's ashamed to admit it, even to himself, but Mum and he do not have much in common. She likes Quidditch too much and disapproves of him meticulously keeping a journal.
But they do have something in common: someone. They have Dad.
Schooling and Occupation
Attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from 2017 to 2024
House: Ravenclaw
Current Occupation: Office Assistant at The Daily Prophet
Returnee: no
Personality
Thoughtful, curious, and observant, fact checker and a know-it-all.
Numbers make him feel at home, but it's the words that bring him peace.
"I'm a sucker for red quill marks," he admitted during his interview for the Daily Prophet position, but, in fact, he has a passion for words.
Spells may help us wield magic, but all words wield knowledge. That realization exploded into pages of bad poetry when he was younger, but stayed with him despite the horrors of iambic pentameter. Maybe because it was a universal truth and truth never fades.
Relevant Backstory
Al is the second of three Potter children, named in honour of two Hogwarts Headmasters: Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape.
On September 1, 2007, before boarding Hogwarts Express for the first time, he confided to his dad his fear of being sorted into Slytherin. His dad told him that Severus Snape, whom Al was named after, was a Slytherin, and the bravest man he ever knew.
He also told Al that the Sorting Hat would take his choice into consideration, if he asked it.
That certainly piqued Al's curiosity, so when it came the time to be sorted, Al asked the Hat something else. "How do you decide? My dad told me you listen to us, but what if everyone that year wants to be in Gryffindor? Or no one wants to be in S-some other House? But no matter what, it always comes out even, I checked. How do you make the numbers?"
"Do you really want to know?" the Hat asked him.
"Yes," Al said. "Yes, I do."
"And so you will learn. RAVENCLAW!"
Being Sorted into Ravenclaw House did wonders for a very quiet middle child of an extended, boisterous family: it made him heard. Which in turn did wonders for his insecurities.
In short, he is now capable of holding a conversation. He even sounds less like he licked every inch of the thesaurus twice over, and more like an ordinary, moderately-pompous brat from a well-off, well-known family.
His Patronus is a messenger owl, one of the many birds he saw delivering the newspaper as a child. In mythology, the owl is one of the representations of Athena, Greek goddess of wisdom.
Writing sample
I'm Albus Severus Potter, but no one bothers spelling that properly, so they call me Al. By the way, that's pronounced and spelled 'Al' as in 'almanac', or 'allegory'.
People say I look a lot like Dad, except, of course, his scar. But I've got Dad's black hair and Dad's green eyes. I even wear glasses. No, those aren't Dad's, they are my own.
Distinguishing marks? Yes, I've got six O's. Not on me. On my N.E.W.T.s: in History of Magic, Divination, Muggle Studies, Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Astronomy and... hm. Anyway, no physical distinguishing marks that I know of.
By preferences, you mean sexual, right? Straight, statistically speaking. In theory. One of my theories, to be exact. No, no practice yet. Am I currently questioning? Well, of course, I'm questioning, I'm a Ravenclaw, and a human being, that's what we all do!
Flaws. Let's see. My former housemates always said I wasn't good at Charms. In first year, during collective Wingardium Leviosa practice, I attempted to levitate my quill with my other quill. Before you ask, I kept my other quill in the same sleeve as my wand, and whipped it out by mistake. When I waved it, the levitated quill flew off the table and landed onto Professor Flitwick's head.
He hmphed and asked if I preferred theory to practice.
I suppose I did. Ever since, my quill has seen more uses than my wand.
I may not be good on a broom, but I've learned to use my own head for more than landing strips.
My dad always said it was important to tell the truth. But it's not enough just to tell it, if you ask me. Someone has to seek it out and share it with the others. Why? Because every single person in the world deserves to know the facts. Pure facts. Unaltered facts.
Knowledge is power, and with just one tidbit of knowledge, in the right place, in the right time, we can empower the world. It's that important. That's why I applied for the Office Assistant position at The Daily Prophet: I still have a lot to learn there, but one day I'd like to become someone trusted enough to tell people the truth and be heard.
Additional
Al is an observer and he is full of questions.
He would die for an opportunity to interview the returnees. It's a chance to face history firsthand and hear its answers in person. Perhaps one day he'll be allowed more duties than comma-pushing and fact-checking at the Prophet and his interviews might even be published.