Al shook his head, "He used to hide the Prophet from me when I was a child, wouldn't even let James tell me what it was like at Hogwarts because he didn't want us to know about his role in everything. And now I want to work for the press? Do you remember the day you sent me off to Hogwarts for the first time? He wouldn't even explain why people whispered about us, when I met my classmates they thought I was pulling one on them by somehow pretending I didn't know what they were talking about when it came to Dad. I knew my namesakes and I knew your parents and dad's parents' roles but not his..." He shook his head with the frustration. He'd worshipped his father until that train ride - was convinced there was nothing he could ever do wrong, took his advice on everything, only ever wanted to make him proud.
And then he learned... So much. Byu the time he got to the castle and the Sorting Hat was placed on his head, he'd prayed fervantly to the gods above that he not be placed in Gryffindor. What kind of family would be ashamed of that history? He wanted to stick out from them, and had done everything in his power to, since.