I thought this would make a cute story, so I just had to write it, although I'm sure that there are a bunch of these out there.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
"Mr. Potter," An old man who had kind eyes and was rather short and pudgy said Al's name.
"Yes sir." Al said nervously, still standing.
"Sit," the Headmaster said, gesturing to a chair. A knock on the door interupted what he was going to say. "I'll be back in a moment my boy."
Albus sat nervously, his eyes glancing around the room and settling on one portrait in particular.
"Hey!" He said. The portait of an old man pretending to sleep opened his eyes crankily. The other portraits were also looking at him out of curiousity. "I know you! There's a portrait of you in my house!" He exclaimed.
"Keep your voice down boy. Some of us are trying to sleep." The cranky voice of Phineas Nigellus Black muttered back.
"No they're not. My dad told me that they just pretend to, when really they're listening to every word being spoken." Albus grinned.
Phineas scowled. "Which one are you then? I always hear you brats running around like hippogriffs. I can never tell the difference between you and your brother."
"Me and James don't look the slightest bit alike! His hair is lighter, more red than mine, and he has brown eyes! my eyes are green, just like my Grandmum Lily's and my dad's!"
The black eyes of one of the most recent Headmasters snapped open. He was much younger than any of the others, and the portrait to the left of him looked almost amused, his blue eyes twinkling.
"What's your name?" The black-eyed portrait asked sharply.
"Albus Severus Potter." The young boy chirped. The twinkle in the older portrait's eyes seemed to increase tenfold (were those tears?), while the man had a look of disgust and something else that Al couldn't define on his face.
"That's a ridiculous name," The portrait snapped moodily.
"I was named after two of the greatest headmasters of Hogwarts! And one of them was the bravest man my father knew. That's what he told me at least." Al said defensively. "But it is kind of ridiculous. My friends call me Al."
Then, Al looked at the names under the portraits of the two recent headmasters. A look of immense surprise flitted across his face.
"But you're who I'm named after! Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape!"
The blue eyed man asked, "Out of curiosity, although I'm already quite sure what the answer will be, which did your father say was the bravest man he ever knew?"
"Whichever one of you was in Slytherin." Al replied. The original Albus beamed.
"Did you hear that Severus?" Dumbledore said joyously. "'Bravest man he ever knew.'"
Severus Snape still had a skeptical look on his face, but Al thought that he saw a flicker of something like muted admiration and embarrassment flash across the harsh features.
"Yes, yes..." Al heard the Headmaster re-enter the room. "Ah, Mr. Potter. Back to the matter at hand then, eh? So, I've been told by Professor McGonagall that you and a certain Mr. Scorpius Malfoy have been wandering around the hallways after curfew?"
Al had the decency to pretend to look ashamed at least. "Yes Professor."
"Ah, well, I'm sure that the two of you were just curious to see the castle. It is only your first night, after all. It might not look to good if I don't punish you though; how about 5 points from Gryffindor each, and your promise that you'll be more careful to keep the curfew?" The kind Headmaster said.
"Yessir!" Al said, and mock-saluted the professor, who laughed goodnaturedly.
"Off to bed then, lad." The headmaster turned around to check some mechanical whirring device.
Al started to leave, then turned around and winked at his namesakes, grinning.
Just a short little one-shot to satiate my NewGen thirst.
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