Why Did Harry Name His Son After Snape Novels & Stories

Harry informed me and a muscle moved in my leg. What? “Father has a family I didn't know about?” I asked Harry and he nodded. “Does that mean he is my cousin?” I asked to be sure and he nodded. “Yes, Princess” Harry said and blood drained in my face. “My name is Calhoun Bratva.” He introduced himself. That explains why he looked a bit like Father. “I know you didn't know me but I will introduce myself properly after the funeral.” He said and the people murmured among themselves. Well if he refused to introduce himself properly, I am afraid the people might think he is Father Illegitimate son.

It was time to share our son's name with our pack, with our family. Lucian's voice carried over the cheers and music as he proudly announced, "His name is Harry." A wave of approval and admiration washed over the crowd as they heard the name. They knew that Harry was more than just a name; he was the future of our pack, the one who would someday take on the role of Alpha. Lucian raised his glass high, drawing everyone's attention. "Tonight, we celebrate not only the birth of our son, but the birth of an heir, a future Alpha. To Harry!" he declared.

"Look around you! See the faces of those who still live, who still hope. Will you rob them of their future for a past that cannot be changed?" His roar erupted from deep within, a primal sound that shook the leaves from their branches. Yet, as our gazes locked, the ferocious leader wavered, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps. His claws dug into the earth, grasping for certainty in the soil of doubt I had sown. "Your son... Harry was taken by tragedy, not by our desire," I continued, softening my tone just enough to let the sincerity bleed through. "Continuing this cycle serves only to dishonor his memory."

They don't need more to it. Xander named the girl Liliana. Because for him his little princess is like a beautiful lily flower. And Amelia always loved the name Sebastian as she used to read a lot of romance novels. So she gave his son the name of her favourite male lead of one of her favourite novels. "Harry Uncle." Harry put the twins on their feet and smiled at the young man who walked towards him. "Alex how are you, Lil guy," Harry questioned ruffling his hair who graned in annoyance.

I didn’t want to call him Honey anymore, even if it was the exact color of his eyes. His shoulders slumped, and a melancholy look took place on his face, “Xander.” He replied. A small gasp left my mouth, and a lump in my throat formed. My eyes glazed with the threat of tears, but I held them back. I would not show any weakness. I wanted to tell him that was what I named my son. “I like that name. Thank you…Xander” I said instead. “If I ask you a question, will you answer me? The king is stubborn and sometimes he just can’t get out of his own way.” He smirked at the last sentence.

He had hoped for a little girl, one exactly like her mother but he figured they could work on that for their next child. "A son," he breathed quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "We could call him Tobias. I've always liked that name." Rayne turned to look at him, her expression one of disagreement. "Tobias? You want to name my son Tobias? I don't think so, vampire." She was lightly stroking her stomach, smiling even as she put her foot down. Her son was inside her, a perfect little boy who would be just like his father, only he'd have much better taste in names!

I could hear Bella, the nanny, running through the halls calling for my son. I had named him Zayn, after the man who had changed from a monster into the love of my life and my son was strong and brave, just like the man he was named after. Life in the castle had become much quieter now. I had ordered Hailey to leave a long time ago. I could not have her near my son after what she had done to me and honestly, she should be happy I let her live at all. I also haven't seen or heard from my adoptive parents in years but I preferred it that way.

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.

‘January 2nd. If the boy survives this dark winter, I have already decided on his name. I will name him Zachary. After my own father. My father was a simple Omega, a man who worked the timber lines until his hands bled, but he was kind. He was an honest man who loved his family with every breath. My son will never bear the name of Henry Alonso. He will never be a weapon for the royal throne. I would rather my children grow up as nameless rogues in the wilderness than let them be corrupted by the cruelty of the Alonso legacy.’ Duncan gripped the edges of the notebook so tightly the cheap paper began to tear. Zachary. He had named the boy after her father. He had completely stripped the Alonso

I tried to talk Dad out of letting me change schools. “Why can’t I just finish my final year at Sunders and then come to Oakland to join you?” I tried to argue with him, but he just wasn’t having it. I even cooked his favourite meal on our last night at Sunders to try to convince him, but Dad is nothing if not stubborn, and unfortunately, that is a trait Harry got from him. Not me, though. Me? I am as gentle as a dove and sweet as sunshine. Just ask the black nail polish and the dark eyeliner in my drawer, they’ll tell you.