Harry Potter was a very angry young man. He was sitting in a police station, having just been arrested for attempting to use a fake ID to purchase liquor. He was angry because his identification was, of course, genuine. It was hardly his fault that he shared a name with a famous fictional character. Fast forward 8 months. Harry won harassment lawsuits against the police department, and the grocery store where he had been arrested. He was awarded a moderate sum in damages, and used the money to help pay off college loans.
Shortly after this incident, he met a young woman named Mary Anne Sue. Marry Anne Sue was practically perfect in every way. Fortunately, one of the ways in which she was practically perfect was that she rather enjoyed Harry's company. A mere 8 months after meeting, the two got engaged. 7 months later, they got married in a beautiful ceremony.
Various fabrics flowed fantastically, and emotions were described with words such as ecstatic, elated, euphoric, and other fancy words which begin with E. Faces were said to be "radiant", and at the reception, the music was mellifluous. Sadly, those are all lies. People who write stories such as this are generally incompetent fools who are twelve, or who have never left their mothers basement. Thus we get to the meat of the story. Hogwart's reads some goddamn book.
Mary Sue and Harry had a child. They named it Hogwarts. When she reached age 11, they gave her the complete set of Harry Potter novels. She read them. The. Fucking. End.