disclaimer: I don't own it, just her thoughts and the idea that the name isnt all that great.
The history of man
She didn't think it was right. The name wasn't right. But then again, she had never met the boy. But it just wasn't right. Nothing about the name fit. Every time she heard her two favorite students (even though if you asked her, she would say that as a teacher she couldn't ever possibly pick a favorite) talk about that boy, that name, she got bombarded by so many memories. Too many bloody memories for one old woman to have to handle.
The first time she heard the name, before hearing it fully, she thought to herself "oh, what a wonderful name. What an honour for that small child." But as she thought more about the last man who touched her life with that name, she started to let a couple tears escape from their prisons. The name belonged to a man who had been her teacher, her boss and more than anything else, her friend for more than fifty years. He lived on in the son of one of the most promising students he, or she herself, had ever had the honour of teaching. But the name just wasn't right.
It was the boy's middle name that hurt her the most. And yet, at the same time, it made her laugh her ass off in private when she found out. The only other person she had ever known to be cursed with such a name- and this was the part that made her laugh and cry all at the same time- had killed the boy's first-name namesake. The young man who she herself had taught for years (though he was by far a preferred student of hers at the time), the man she had then considered a friend and colleague for close to 17 years, then of course, there was the year she refuses to remember, the year he was her (god forbid) superior (not in reality, just in rank. He was her boss you see). When she thought about that man, thought about all he went through, because yes, she knew he was in love with Lily Evans-Potter, she knew before even he did, she felt a little bit of guilt in wish him dead for a year and a half during the second war- after he killed Albus. The name was wrong for a child. But it was especially wrong for a child with the last name Potter.
Potter. Severus Potter. The first name of a man who hated everything about any living creature with such a surname. The two names put together were both comical and so tragic that she knew it would pain her to ever look in her roster once that boy came to her school. The names of two rivals forever posted on a child who knew nothing of the history in those two names. Because he wasn't there. And his parents weren't there. And the only other people t witness such history were all dead (most likely causing some kind of havoc in the after life). All of them except for her. And she wasn't going to protest because the first time she held her surrogate grandson (because lets face it, every kid needs a paternal grandmother, and she did adore the boy's father), the first time she looked into his eyes, she saw why the boy was named what he was. Because it was those eyes that started everything. They were her eyes (not she herself, but her-lily's) and the name was a tribute to a man that fought so hard for something he knew he would never get. And the first name was a tribute to the reason he got a chance to fight.
But that didn't ever stop her from thinking that the name Albus Severus Potter was the worst name in the history of man. Because it just didn't fit.
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