You think you have problems? Ha! You’ve got it easy.
Yeah, you heard me. Eeeeeassssy.
Now, you want someone with problems? Well. Just look at me. I have problems.
I mean, it’s bad enough my dad’s Harry Potter. That’s a lot to live up to. But then he had the “genius” idea to name me Albus.
As in Albus Dumbledore.
So, yeah. The whole wizarding world is expecting big things from me.
Tough on them. They’re gonna be disappointed.
After all, I wasn’t born under a lucky star, a malevolent moon, no one Avra Kadavra’d my parents, and to top it off — Get this: There is no prophecy stapled to my wee little kid head.
Oh, yeah. No magic powers too.
I should be able to lead a perfectly normal muggle life without any interference from ghosts, goblins, specters, werewolves, witches, or what have you.
That would be nice.
But I’m Harry Potter’s kid with Albus Dumbledore’s first name.
I have a bad feeling my life is NOT going to be perfect or normal.
So, go on. Feel bad for me and my problems.
I need the pity.