(A/N: Ok, first of all, I would like to state that this was not written for length… or content for that matter. I also never claimed that it made sense. Now that we've cleared that up, please don't flame me.)
The night of October 31st was young and the day old. Voldemort had been defeated not hours ago and our young hero, namely Harry Potter, sat sharing a drink with his godfather, Sirius Black. The two had just escaped the dragon, more commonly known as Poppy Pomfrey after a thorough examination and were ready for a long evening of relaxation during the aftermath of the final battle. They had hidden away in a broom closet in the heart of Hogwarts to escape the mayhem, the ministry, and the reporters.
"Hey Siri?" Harry looked over with a lopsided grin.
"Yeah?" Sirius asked after taking a sip from the butter beer he held in his left hand.
"What's you're middle name? You never told me."
"Orion."
"Oh."
"I've always wanted to change it to Lee."
"Why?" Confusion was written across Harry's features.
"Because, then I'd by Sirius Lee Black."