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• ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER •
I hope the days come easy and the moments pass slow
And each road leads you where you wanna go.

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WELCOME TO HOGWARTS!
PLEASE, TELL US THE BASICS
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My full name is Albus Severus Potter, but I really don’t blame you if you just want to stick to “Al” or “Albus” (If you call me ASP, it is not funny, and I will be offended). I am sixteen years old, and I was born on December fifteenth—less than a year after my brother. If you really have to ask, I go to Hogwarts, where I’m a sixth-year slytherin. Technically, I’m a half-blood (though it’s more like ¾’s), but none of that really matters, right? As far as wands go, mine is twelve inches, made of holly, and has a core of dragon heartstring. Equally important, my broomstick is a Cleansweep Nineteen; it’s not necessarily brand new, and it’s a bit warn, but it’s fast and cooperative.

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THEY SAY YOU LOOK JUST LIKE
KEVIN FLAMME. DO YOU AGREE?

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Some people tell me I look like a French guy named Kevin, but most people just say I look like my father. I have dad’s untamable black hair and inherited green eyes, which, as I’ve heard on several occasions, come from my grandma Lily. I can’t say that I’m very tall; to be honest, I’m probably only around five foot five or six. I’ve always been rather thin, and though quidditch toned me up quite a bit, my muscles are “smallish”… so I’m a little, okay? That doesn’t mean I can’t put up a more-than-decent fight—specifically when it comes to dueling. When it comes down to it, yes: I do look a lot like dad, but we have our differences. For example, I’ve been told I have mum’s short, stubby nose, faint Weasley freckles, and Uncle Ron’s ears; y’see… when I’m mad, they tend to… go a couple shades darker. (Ugh, that was embarrassing… can I stop now?)

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SO. TELL ME SOME OF YOUR LIKES AND DISLIKES.
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I guess I wouldn’t be a true Weasley-Potter if I didn’t tell you that I love quidditch. I grew up with a toy broomstick, and by the time I was five, I was using real ones. When my brother and sister weren’t around or were preoccupied, I would take one of mum’s old broomsticks and fly it around the yard. Once I was old enough (and trust me, I begged dad for what seemed like forever), dad let James and I play small quidditch matches behind the house. It was unbearable not being able to play in my first year (or even have a broomstick, for that matter), but I made the team in my second year as a chaser—something I had desperately hoped for.

More than anything, however, I love my family. Though it is undeniably large and a bit frustrating at times, I wouldn't replace a single relative for anything. My brother, James, and I tend to argue often (c'mon, we're a year apart and in two different houses; what did you expect?), he is still, unquestionably, the person I would consider my best friend. I tend to be a bit overprotective of my sister, Lily, but that's what big brothers do, right? Despite the size of my family, I am close with all my cousins, aunts, uncles, and my godbrother, Teddy. Dad and mum are at the very top of my list of likes.

Being sorted into Slytherin was difficult at first, and it took a toll on my social life, but it also meant that I easily found who my true friends were; the few friends that I have, I cherish.

My favourite class is transfiguration; the very thought of being able to transform something appeals to me. I also always look forward to dueling club because it helps me channel day-to-day frustrations. Though I don't really show it, I am very interested in girls (just because I'm shy doesn't mean that I'm gay, though there's nothing wrong with that...). My favourite season is winter, and it's not just because I was born in December; it's because I love the snow.

Growing up in such a large family, I've come to worship silence. Sometimes, I just need days to myself. I also have this random ravenclaw trait about me where I like to read. When I was younger, I'd have a book in my hands everyday—even at the dinner table, much to mum's disliking.

And without a doubt, one of my most obnoxious qualities is that I like to—need to—win. Of course, this means that losing is one of my top dislikes. I can't tell you what it is about me that makes me this way, but if I fail at something, I tend to sulk for days.

I can't stand to sit through history of magic. Let's put it this way... when you've got Hermione Granger as an aunt, Ron Weasley as an uncle, and Harry Potter as a dad, you really learn all the history you need to know. I strive to get the best grades I can, but it's so hard to sit through a class when you feel like you've learned this all before, and all it's doing is repeating itself. You couldn't pay me to sit through divination again either.

I will not tolerate the word "mudblood". If you use it around me, we are no longer friends—I don't care who you are. It's an awful word, and my aunt and grandmother were both muggleborn; I wouldn't be here without them. While I'm on the topic of blood, I could really care less about how much "magical blood" you supposedly have, and those "purebloods" who believe they're more a witch or wizard than others are mental. If you haven't caught on, by this point, that blood status isn't what makes you a powerful wizard, then I'll have nothing to do with you. On that note, the reverse is also true; do not judge me because I'm in Slytherin. That doesn't make me a bad person, so if you're one of those people who insists that all slytherins are bad, you can stay away from me too.

I despise being lied to. Honesty plays a big role in my life, and if I can't trust you, there's a problem. Don't break my trust, and I won't break our relationship; it's that simple.

I am so claustrophobic that it's unbearable. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for a hug, but when I've got six or seven people all crowding me in a small area, I'm likely to have a panic attack. If it was ever one of those situations where the walls started pushing together, I'd die of anxiety before they even touched me.

I hate disappointing the people I care about. If I end the day feeling like I haven't done the best I could have, I can't fall asleep; I have a lot to live up to. I also hate cats because I'm allergic to them. The pesky things seem to now that, too, and they purposefully get in my face whenever I'm around.

Oh, do I need a tenth? Hmm... oh, yes. I'd really appreciate it if I never heard the term "freak" directed at me again. Yes, I'm the son of a Potter and a Weasley, and I'm in slytherin. Deal with it.

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WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT? AND TO GO
WITH THAT, WHAT ARE YOUR WEAKNESSES?
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I have a hard time talking about myself, but here goes nothing...

I guess I'm pretty good at quidditch. I mean, I've been flying nearly all my life, and I'm really passionate about it. I'm also pretty good at brewing potions, and it's probably the easiest class for me. I'm a determined worker with goals in mind, though sometimes I tend to "work a little too hard." When it comes to a problem, I'm pretty quick with finding a solution. The slytherin in me is that I am overly ambitious and determined—traits that overpower most others.

Well, that wasn't too bad... but I reckon this will be easier.

I stress almost all the time, and it gets, as my family would say, "overwhelmingly annoying." I'm overly ambitious, and I try too hard to get good grades and still maintain a life. So when things don't balance out, I panic. I also, admittedly, tend to have a bit of a temper. It doesn't take much for me to blow up, and I've come close to actually hurting people before. Because of this, I suppose I'm a little self-conscious; getting out of control so easily makes me unsure of myself. Lastly, I hate change; things are just perfect the way they are, thanks.

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HOW ABOUT SOME OTHER NITPICKY THINGS?
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My most annoying quirk is that I mumble. I cannot count the amount of times that I've been told to speak up. When I'm nervous, I bounce my knees and bite my nails, and when I'm thinking, I tend to crack my wrists and knuckles. All right, so I'll admit it; I have some pretty annoying habits, but I'm trying to cut down.

My worst fear is that I will fail. I want to be an auror like dad and Uncle Ron, and I have to work hard to get there; I want to head the department someday. I also need to make a lasting impression on the people around me, or I fear I'll be forgotten or pushed to the side. That frightens me beyond all recognition.

My best kept secret? Seriously? Oh, merlin, what on earth have I gotten myself into? I'm assuming nobody will see this, yes? Really? All right, fine. I like girls—I really do—but when I was younger, I wasn't so sure. I don't know... I just wasn't interested in the opposite sex for a while, and I thought I might be different.... I've still never been in love, and to be perfectly honest, I've never kissed anyone, but my hormones eventually kicked in. It's safe to say, at this point, that I'm single, but heterosexual.

My three favourite smells are...

• Campfires
  
• Honey
  
• The beach

My patronus takes the form of a white tiger; for the life of me, I couldn't tell you why. I like it, though... and I guess you could say that it connects well with me... I dunno. The memory that sparked my first patronus was of speaking to my dad at King's Cross before my first year at Hogwarts. He put a year's worth of worries about being in slytherin at ease within five minutes, and he supported me all the way through (unlike my brother, James). It made my first year far more enjoyable than it would have been, and I will never forget it.

My boggart, like my dad, is a dementor. They say it's because the thing I fear most is "fear itself." I suppose that's true, in a way. I hate the feeling of being afraid. The real reason I hate dementors is because when I was younger, I used to have nightmares about them sucking the life out of me. That frightens me, because I can't go through life... well... without a soul. I have to succeed, and I have to go places in life.

This goes hand-in-hand with my worst memory. When I was in my fourth year, I had a horrible quidditch accident that pulled my groin, broke my leg in 3 places, tore my ACL, and almost shattered my quidditch and auror dreams. I was in a great deal of pain for a long time, but St. Mungos, thankfully, was able to repair the damage. If they hadn't succeeded with my leg, I wouldn't have succeeded with anything. Because of the accident, my left leg is now my dominant leg.

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WHAT ABOUT YOUR OVERALL PERSONALITY?
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If you haven't been able to tell by now, I have a bit of a confusing, mixed personality. I'm very different from most people. I have traits that belong in other houses, and I'm certainly not the generic slytherin either. My ambition and determination, as I've said, are my strongest qualities, which is why the sorting hat placed me there, I believe. I do care about my friends and family, trust me, but sometimes, when I'm not really thinking, my own needs seem to get in the way. I guess you could say that I'm brave, but truthfully, I am nowhere near as brave as James or Lily. That's always sort of bothered me.

I am quiet and shy, and because of this, I don't come off as a particularly "warm" and "welcoming" person. I really just have a hard time making conversation with people I don't know, and I go out of my away to avoid awkward situations. I really only speak unless spoken to or if I have a question. I'm naturally curious, and I spend a lot of time in my own head. I also tend to get lost in my thoughts and space out more than most people, which can be utterly embarrassing.

If you insult me, my friends, or my family, I lose my temper fairly easily. Those are the times I'm at my loudest/most talkative. We have our differences, but I owe everything to my family. I've got a bit of a defensive personality due to Harry Potter being my father (some people have different opinions on him...). If you get to know me, however, and I have every reason to trust you, then we will get along fine. Every now and then I like to be alone, but I also love to have a good time. I'm not a huge partier, but I'm up for anything exciting.

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SO, YOU PROBABLY HAVE
AN INTERESTING FAMILY. TELL US!
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"Interesting" is the understatement of the century. I couldn't possibly explain all the relationships in my family, so I'll try and stick to the basics.

Harry James Potter (Father) — Dad is my hero. Well, actually... he seems to be everyone's hero. I look up to him more than anybody else in my life, and there is nobody on this earth who I trust more. I am typically the sort of person who keeps to myself, but if there's anyone who can get secrets and worries out of me, it's dad. We're a lot alike, though sometimes, our slight differences may spark an argument. Regardless, he has been there for me through everything. I couldn't ask for a better father.

Ginevra Molly Potter (nee` Weasley) (Mother) — I'm pretty sure that dad, James, Lily, and I would be long dead if it wasn't for mum. She does just about everything for us. When dad's away on auror missions, it's mum who deals with our problems. Looking back on sick days, I always remember mum being the one who was at my bedside taking care of me. She was usually the one I ran to when I had a nightmare. The best thing about her is that she's stubborn and rugid, and while we have our serious talks, we also have plenty of fun playing quidditch or other activities.

James Sirius Potter (Brother) — Being a year apart, James and I are definitely prone to arguments. From verbally screaming to throwing dinner across the table, we've had some interesting confrontations. There is certainly some competition between us—specifically after being from different houses—and jealousy can be an issue, but deep down (sometimes really deep down), we love each other, really. At school, he's the one I go to with a problem; at times, he understands better than dad does.

Lily Luna Potter (Sister) — I am fiercely protective of my little sister, though it probably tends to annoy her. The opposite sex is off-limits to her when I'm around. Every now and then, I tend to tease her, but just like James and I, we love each other. It was particularly difficult for me when she was sorted into gryffindor.

Then there's Teddy, who I could write three pages about, but I'll spare you that. He's my godbrother, and I grew up with him around the house—honestly don't know what I'd do without him there to make me smile. Everyone in the family is great. My cousin Rosie and I have always been close, and I get on best with Uncle Ron and Uncle George. I also had an Uncle Fred, though he died long before I was born.

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HOW DID YOU GROW UP?
TELL US ABOUT YOUR HISTORY.
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On December 15th, 2006, I was born to Harry and Ginny Potter. My middle name was initially supposed to be different, but when they realized I had green eyes, I was named after Severus Snape. Growing up, I heard all of Snape and Dumbledore's lives, and I grew to be extremely proud of my name and my eyes. "Albus Severus" is a mouthful, no doubt, but I was never ashamed to be called that; I hope the name fits me just as well as "James Sirius" fits my brother. I don't remember much of my first two years of life, except that my sister, Lily, was born just after.

My childhood was happy and warm. I was surrounded by a large and caring family that no other could compare to. We spent a lot of time at Grandma Molly and Grandpa Arthur's burrow, and a lot of my life revolved around there (Christmas, de-gnoming the garden, learning how to play quidditch...). We heard all about our heritage there—from the golden trio, to our names, to Uncle George showing us pictures and telling stories about his twin.

At home, James did most of the talking, which turned me into the quiet one. The day we started arguing was probably the day he so blatantly pointed out, "Hey! Did anyone realise that Albus's initials spell ASP?" The git. Though I was honoured to be named after Severus Snape, I was horrified of being placed in Slytherin after what I had heard (I also worried that Uncle Ron would come after me with the killing curse). The whole year that James was away at Hogwarts, I was trying to convince myself that I wouldn't be in the wrong house.

However, when the day came that I traveled to platform nine and three-quarters, my cold feet went away. There, at King's Cross station, dad said the words that erased a great deal of stress: "Albus Severus Potter. You were named after two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin, and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew." And when I asked what would happen if I was to go to Slytherin, he assured me that things would be just fine. This memory sticks with me until this day.

At school, when my name was called and the staring began, I took a deep breath and approached the hat. It must have sat on my head for a solid four minutes—the two of us contemplating and considering. I would have asked to be placed to Gryffindor, but what my dad had said had stuck with me. I came to realise that I didn't want to be an exact copy of my father, and so, as the third minute rolled around, I told the sorting hat to put me where it thought was best. I never heard it call out "SLYTHERIN!" but it apparently did, because when I glanced up, everyone was gaping at me in shock. James looked like he was about to die.

It wasn't easy at first. I got plenty of stares and glares in the hallway, and the Slytherins in my year weren't particularly friendly initially. For a while, I got through my days by keepign quiet and doing my homework—really only talking to dad and mum. In a few months, thankfully, it got better, and my family and I started talking again. Tensions worked themselves out, and I slowly began to find the friends I could trust with my life. Things improved even more when I joined quidditch in my second year; I was much happier. Since then, school has been good (minus a few instances), and life has been enjoyable.

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SO WE'VE TALKED ABOUT THE CHARACTER,
HOW ABOUT THE PLAYER?
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I go by MJ 'round these here parts. I'm a female, and I turn nineteen in the fall. I prefer to be contacted through PM. I've been role-playing for 10 years now, and I found That Was Then through an advertisement on End of Times 2.0. Albus is my first character on the site, and somewhere along the lines, a little birdy told me that "ADMIN EDIT."

Albus took a sharp right turn, just narrowly missing a collision with his cousin, Fred. He pressed the quaffle close to his chest and swerved around the oncoming Gryffindors. He was coated in a cold sweat, though it was difficult to tell with the storm. Rain poured down over the pitch as though they had been suffering from a drought, and thunder and lightning cascaded across the dark sky from above; even the stadium lights were beginning to fail. Albus took a deep breath and pushed forward on his broom, speeding up. No ruddy storm would stop him from scoring!

He pulled his arm back, faked a throw to the right, and threw it towards the left hoop. The keeper failed to make it in time, and the ball went racing through. Cheers exploded from the bleachers, and over the loudspeaker, Devon Finnigan announced another ten points for Slytherin. Albus held back the grin that nearly crossed his lips and flew back into a defensive position. They were tied now —80 to 80. The rest of the team seemed to notice this as well, because within a second, his brother, James, and Scorpius Malfoy buzzed past him on either side — the snitch leading them.

The rain started to come down harder. Albus wiped at his goggles, slightly annoyed at his impaired vision, and backed his broom up as the Gryffindor chaser approached. He was just about to charge when the unthinkable happened.

What felt like a combination of a horrible electric shock and a bludger hitting him in the side suddenly had Albus in a terrible pain. The back of his broom seemed to explode, and before Albus could think of a way to save himself, the force blew him off of his broomstick and into the towers. His side smashed into the wooden beams, and for a moment, his foot got caught in between them. His body fell, the muscles in his leg tore; he cried out and yanked his foot free… but the damage was already done.

He crashed through another set of beams, and all Albus could hear was the resonating crack of his leg. He winced, gasping for air as his body slammed violently against the ground. He was only numb for a moment before the pain came rushing back —twenty times worse. Albus shut his eyes, trying to process what had just happened, but nothing was coming clear to him.

“AL!”

“Potter!”

The familiar voices of his brother and teammate sounded from a few feet away. Albus whimpered slightly —It was all he could; he could barely speak. The pain was unspeakable, and his mind was in a great haze. In the instance before he lost consciousness, there was only one thing Albus knew for sure:

He would never get on a broomstick again.

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AND TO FINISH, WHO MADE THIS?
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this entire application was made by HARPER BELLE?! of caution.

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