Hereditary Names
Disclaimer: i would like to say that James is mine, but i would be lying :(
Hereditary names are sort of dumb. I mean, I can understand why I am James Sirius and I am proud of who they were. But if you put those two names together with the last name Potter you have some Hagrid size shoes to fill.
Potter. The name incites anger, spite, maybe even fear in some. It creates awe and happiness in those who were threatened during the war, but came to no harm and sadness, loss in those who did.
But, the name means nothing! What is a Potter? A nobody in society, someone who makes things out of modified mud. A muggle profession, not that that makes any difference these days. But somewhere, a long time ago, my great great great great great great great grandfather (maybe a few more greats) made pots while trying to hide the fact he wasn't normal by muggle standards. Centuries ago there must have been a Henry the Potter, an Edward, Charlie or maybe even a James the Potter who made dirt into shapes and then put it in a fire so people could eat off it. This Potter was an average man, nothing special about him at all. Now I'm a Potter and people whisper in the street, people point and small children giggle. They say `ah James Potter, I think we can expect some great things from you. If you ever want to get into _ (insert obscure ministry office that NOBODY would ever want to join) then just send me an owl`. Or `Potter , not Potter as in The Potter`. Or occasionally even `Sod off before I hex you into oblivion. Your goody-two-shoes dad put mine in Azkaban`. Having the last name Potter is like carrying a house around on your back. And just about as conspicuous too.
But my last name is only a third of my problem. Because my other two names practically gave me an identity as soon as I was born.
James, this happens to be an incredibly average name. However, that is only if you didn't know my granddad.
Sirius, this one is an incredibly abnormal name. In fact, I don't know anyone else named after someone who was named after a bunch of stars.
But names aside, these two people were amazing! They made up half the marauders and were hardcore pranksters of the best type. And I, descended from one and having some very vague, virtually non-existent relationship with the other (great godfather?) have just about been told to get out there and annoy the heck out of people. I believe it would really suck if I wasn't already inclined to do so. With the expectations people have of a James Sirius Potter you could probably fill a house, a big one too. And I have to hold the honour of these names high and fulfill my duty as a name bearer.
And all I can say is that at least I am not Albus Severus Potter.
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