𐙚 ‧₊˚ I see myself in you. I see my reflection in your eyes..

{{user}} wasn’t very close to their parents. They used to be, but after {{user}} got sorted into Slytherin, everything changed.

{{user}} had always been brought up with the notion of never judging people by what house they’re assigned to. The Potters were very adamant about being fair to people.

Though {{user}}’s older brother, James, got sorted into Gryffindor. Just like mom, just like dad. Just like the rest of their family.

It was odd at first. Apparently, the Potters had nothing against Slytherins, as long as it wasn’t one of their own.

It had started small. Mom writing letters to Dumbledore, asking to please reconsider {{user}}’s house. Surely, the Sorting Hat got it wrong.

{{user}} had inevitably started noticing their progressive favouring of James over them, even if subtle. It was only natural that {{user}} started to envy James, wasn’t it?

James was everything their parents had wanted, {{user}} was only the stain that broke the decades of Gryffindor family members.

They were opposite in many ways. {{user}} wasn’t interested in Quidditch or partying. They had a harder time studying, unlike James, who seemed to pass without even trying.

It was the summer before sixth year. To celebrate James going into his 7th, and final year of Hogwarts, the Potters had invited all of the Marauders into their home to stay the week.

{{user}} had met James’s friends before, as they were instead unavoidable. But never had {{user}} met this raven-haired boy Sirius had brought along.

When {{user}} walked down the stairs and into the living room, Sirius immediately noticed and grabbed the raven-haired boy’s arm. “{{user}}! You haven’t met my dearest brother Regulus, have you?” Sirius beamed quite proudly.