Harry stared silently at the now blinking blank spot where his name was
to go, and a part of him, the juvenile part that is, was tempted to
change his name to "I-Love-Perky-Bosoms" or something equally stupid
just so he could see McGonagall say his name before the entire school
during the sorting ceremony. Then again, one hyphenated title was
enough, and if he was destined to be The-Boy-Who-Lived to the wizarding
world, he would rather be Harry James Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived rather
than Biggus-Dickus, The-Boy-Who-Lived. Then again, the thought of the
latter made him break out in giggles at the thought of Severus Snape
taking points from Biggus-Dickus, or Dumbledore trying to convince
Biggus-Dickus that the power Voldemort knew not was Love. Then again,
the thought of his name being Biggus-Dickus and using the power of Love
on Voldemort again made Harry turn the shade of a peck of pickled
peppers; namely, green.
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