#james potter ii

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dude as IF harry would say he wishes albus wasn’t his son. as IF harry would even let albus wish harry wasn’t his dad. harry grew up without love or affection, he grew up not wanted at all, and I’m just supposed to believe that he wouldn’t shower his children with all of that and more? harry is such a wonderful dad and even if his fame is annoying and he can be overbearing at times, his children know he loves them and they would never wish somebody else was their dad. I will never stop being angry over harry saying that to albus.

nobody asked so here’s what I headcanon james, albus, and lily actually being named. all the first names came from a list of shakespeare names lmao I don’t have a reason I just really like them :)

1. James Sirius Potter — Leonardo Henry Potter

Harry wouldn’t want to burden his child with both the name Harry and Potter, so Henry is the safest bet. Ginny actually came up with it, telling him that his great-grandfather’s real name was Henry and since Harry was named after him, it works. He goes by Leo and death glares the people who call him by his full name, though he’ll fight anybody who makes fun of his name.

2. Albus Severus Potter — Sebastian Arthur Potter

This was all Ginny. She talked for a long time with her dad about it, eventually landing on ‘we’ll pretty much name him anything that sounds good with Arthur’ and Arthur very much cried when she told him. He goes by Baz mostly or Seb sometimes but doesn’t mind people calling him Sebastian. He likes the way it sounds.

3. Lily Luna Potter — Luciana Lily Potter

Harry said ‘Luciana’ and Ginny swooned. He told her that he used to imagine having a sister who was named after his mother like he was named after his father and that since he didn’t get that chance that he’d like his daughter to be named after his mother. Ginny totally doesn’t cry when he tells her this. She goes by Ana mostly but Harry calls her Lucy and she allows it. She loves her name and thinks it’s very pretty, just like her mother does.

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