Harry's At Hogwarts Chapter 2
Harrison Nott hated his name with a passion.
He had been raised on stories of the Dark Lord, his mother's eyes lighting up as she spoke of their Lord who would have raised their people up back to the rightful place in the world.
If not for one little half-blood who refused to die.
What Harrison hated the most however was the weakness in his very own father. His father was not a death eater, unlike his uncle Barnaby, Cousin Theodore's father. However as a family known for its dark association his father Reynard Nott came under a lot of attention after the war had ended, even without a mark on his arm.
His birth not a year later was a perfect opportunity to his father, who against his mother's wishes named him Harrison. After all what death eater would name his son after the Boy Who Lived?
His mother and uncle thought the name was ridiculous and promptly started to call him by his middle name of Cassius, a proper Nott name. His elder brothers however, Alistair and Tristan, enjoyed nothing more than referring to him as 'Harry' knowing how it grated on him.
When Harrison came to Hogwarts he finally got to see the Boy Who Lived and he hated him at very first sight. He was everything his Uncle and Mother had said, a poor orphan, a half-blood and enemy of the Dark Lord and everything their family stood for.
His Uncle would often whisper stories behind their useless father's back. About how the Dark Lord was not truly dead, that one day he would return and his loyal servants would be waiting.
Harrison soaked up these stories and dreamed of also taking the mark one day.
He glared at the wizardry world's saviour from the shadows, dreaming of one day, despite his father, despite being only the third son of a second son, despite his name, he would one day prove himself as a true Pureblood and a Nott.
Harrison hated his name.