Novel & Cerita Why Did Harry Name His Son After Snape

Harry spits, backing away but unable to leave, cornered by his allegiance to the silver Omega. "She's beautiful," Ariadne says in a way that gives Victor chills. "I understand why you'd be so eager. But what will you say when you meet her again, that you tried to kill her son and grandchildren." Harry looks furious, red painting his cheeks, injured and weak. He crumples to the ground, bowing his head. "I just wanted to raise someone strong, someone that w-wouldn't die on me or-" and his eyes flicker hatefully to Victor, "-turn on me."

Kissing her forehead before kissing his little forehead. “We’re fine my beauty, how are you? Have you settled on a name yet?” I asked, mum and dad have been trying to pick between Stefan or Harry, mum wanted Harry and dad wanted Stefan, and getting to agree on a name while mum was in her last month was harder than convincing a teenage girl on her period that she was a human, not the Hulk. “We’re all fine darling, we managed to settle on Harry in the end…” mum looked at dad before whispering to me “he’s in too much of a good mood to argue with me right now”

"Lisa you still have your life to yourself, probably you might still be chanced to go to your school instead of changing" "I don't even know the kind of family I am getting myself Inform or his name"I frown. "His name is Harry Hamptons the only son of Kind Herr Hampton"Mom replied. "What an awful name and he is a prince?"I bad mouth. "I thought you like Harry style?"Dad questioned and I frown because they actually got me in this one. Harry style is my favorite and I love his music but that doesn't mean I like everyone names Harry. "Whatever"I scoff and watch the guard take my luggage outside.

"Did you just reference Harry Potter?" "Don’t look at me like that. Kevin keeps calling him that." "He’s not Voldemort." "That’s why Kevin calls him the *Heir of Slytherin*—the handsome version," she shrugged. "Oh, please don’t!" I laughed. "He *is* a Slytherin," Jina insisted. Internally, I could only agree with the "handsome" part. A silence fell between us as I smoked. "I know I must sound like your mother or something, but after last time..."

"Then who else is his son?" Harry barked, "Have you taken me as a fool that I would not recognize my own son?" Darcy's lips curled up into a smirk before she said, "Your last sentence just proved your first sentence was correct, Harry. You can't recognize your son. What right do you have to call my son yours?" Harry's hands clenched. He did not understand why Darcy was refusing to accept the truth when Leo was clearly standing before his eyes.

Phoenix—Ekansh—asked, mid-bite, a playful scowl on his face. Soren shrugged, chewing his breakfast slowly. “Because I want our younger sibling to have my name. That’s it,” he said simply, as if the reason needed no further explanation. Aadhira chuckled softly, shaking her head at her eldest son’s determination. From the moment he discovered the baby was a boy, Soren had insisted—relentlessly—that the name be his own. After endless discussions and teasing arguments, the family had finally given in. “It was my pancake!” Miah shouted suddenly, smacking Phoenix’s hand away. Phoenix pouted, his puppy-dog eyes pleading with Aadhira for justice.

Severus's face was pale with anger, his fists clenching tightly. Robert pulled a stack of reports and said, "These documents can confirm that he's Albert's son! "As for his expulsion from the family, it was revoked shortly after it happened. I just never found him in time to bring him back." Severus could no longer hold back his rage and began to laugh maniacally. "So that's how it is. You've known that he's Harry all along! "No wonder you can't hold him accountable despite knowing how ruthless and cruel he is."

" He chuckled at what I said which automatically brought a smile to my face. "Alright. I'll tell you something you don't know. My mother's name is Seraphina," he started, his voice sombre and his hand absentmindedly stroked my hair. I remember how my ears had perked up. Lucas had always shied away from taking about his mother. "Harry had wanted a younger woman, you know, someone to make him feel like he was in his youthful days again. My mother turned out to be more than what he bargained for. He fell in love with her and decided to divorce Doris."

And of all the people he could partner with, he picked Alexander-fucking-Grayson? “What?” I asked, my voice betraying my disbelief. My eyes darted to Alex, whose lips curved into that infuriating smirk. He was enjoying this. Of course he was. “We were struggling to come up with a name,” Dad explained, walking around his desk to sit down. “So I suggested yours. Simple and elegant!” “That was… really stupid, Dad,” I stammered. “Why would you name it after me?” “Why? What’s wrong with that, Sienna?” Alex interjected, his tone dripping with mock innocence.

It was either that or Harris didn't like the name. “I heard, and the only reason I didn't respond was because I didn't want to cry. I didn't only love the name, I thought it was perfect! I would love to honor your father and name our son after him.” Harris reached up and wiped the tears that fell from Atticus' eyes. “Thank you, baby!... You don't know how much this means to me!” Atticus' voice trembled. Tears fell from the Dragon King's eyes when they closed and he pressed his lips to Harris'. Atticus quickly pulled back when Harris hissed.