They see me and they stare. I suppose it's something they just can't help; that I would do myself if the roles were reversed. Sometimes I can't help but wonder what it would be like to be normal, unremarkable, passed by unnoticed on the street, and judged for your own merits and accomplishments rather than your father's.
You see, they all expect me to be just like him, but I'm not. I have his hair and his nose and his smile, but appearance doesn't make you who you are, just ask Teddy. I am not Harry, and I couldn't be if I tried. I am nothing like him.
Harry, my dad, he runs on love, and they say it's a great thing, and that he is a great man and I know they're right about all of that, but the truth about me is I have a completely different operating system, I play a different game, and people see me and wonder, but they are not the only ones.
I have questions too; about my life, my namesake, things that were not often talked about when I was young. My mother used to tell me that they want me to be whoever I am and I told her that I was born a Potter, that that name will follow me for the rest of my life, unremarkable or not. So what does that mean for me? And for my brother and sister? What does it mean to be a Potter when there is no evil to fight and no darkness to destroy?