What's In a Name

Albus Severus Potter glared at his cousin as she walked him up to the Headmistress's office. he had long grown tired of hearing the lecture coming out of her mouth. "Shut up."

"I'm still a prefect Al and you should't have been out of the dungeons after curfew." She stated earning another glare.

"Yeah that's why you chose your favorites too. Don't bother giving me that Ravenclaw fairness either because it's a bunch of lies that I'm tired of hearing."

Rose stopped him looking around before deciding a few extra minutes wouldn't do too much damage. "What is your problem?"

"You wouldn't understand." he replied.

"Al,"

He glared at her again. The last thing he wanted was for his Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron to find out what was going on in the house. There was still enough blame on the other person that it would cause more problems that no one needed. Al's bigger issue was that he had all ready implied something was wrong and Rose wasn't the type of person who would let the issue go.

"You know who you are. There are no expectations because of your name. The only problems in your little world is when a rule is broken or your grades aren't perfect." he lashed out and walked to the Headmistress's office.

He went up the stairs silently seething at the idea that his own cousin actually wanted him in trouble. It shouldn't have surprised him though. Any time any of them did anything that remotely looked dangerous or (skirting the rules), Rose was not only lecturing them but telling any of the adults about it. There was so much more going on than what he had told her though. Things that should not concern him, but still had him wondering how others didn't see the same things he did. Some times it was his parents that Al thought about and other times it was the two people he was named after. The stories of Albus Dumbledore were legendary and that was a shadow that he was constantly fighting with. His other name bearer was a more difficult challenge. It was that bearer which had him more curious than his house would respect, but it was harder to ignore now that he was at Hogwarts.

"James Sirius Potter," Minerva said walking down the stairs to her office wondering how he caused trouble this early.

Al was still looking at the various portraits hung on the walls. Portraits of former headmasters of the school some sleeping and others watching him silently as if wondering what his infraction was to be standing there. He did not take a lot of time looking at the portrait of Dumbledore, and slightly more time than he should have at Phineas Black's. The other headmasters held little to no interest for him, but he knew that his cousin would want to know everything about them. There was one portrait from which was empty that seemed to call to him.

The brunette walked closer reading the plaque on the wooden frame and he felt his stomach fall. His father had always told him that he was named after to incredibly brave and important men. Never in his life though did he think that they had both held the same position. "No Headmistress." he turned to look at the woman who had walked into the room.