One Day They'll Know Your Name

When they call me a no name

AN; The name Snape calls Harry is "pot" in Albanian, according to Google Translate, which means it might not be, but it's what I found. I take no blame for Google Translate having bad information.

Distributor note; if you haven't guessed yet, none of that chapter names relate to the actual chapter, we just have a gag of including 'name' in every title because of the original premise. A bit late to mention, I realize, but it only just occured to me to say anything.

When he woke up again, the two faced not Quirrel was gone and Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape were there. Harry groaned quietly. Professor Snape was going to murder him. He was going to be murdered by his Head of House, then Hermione would learn Necromancy and bring him back to life to murder him again.

"Ah, Mr. Tenxhere. How nice of you to join us in the land of the living. How are you feeling?" Harry had no idea what Professor Snape had called him, but it wasn't Potter so perhaps he would survive the coming interrogation.

Harry assessed himself to see how he was feeling. He decided he needed water an hour ago. "Water?" His voice agreed, coming out in more of a croak than actual words. Headmaster Dumbledore chuckled and grabbed a glass sitting on the table next to Harry, handing it to him. Harry drank greedily, only pausing when Professor Snape admonished him to slow down if he didn't want to choke.

"Now, Mr. Oddment. What can you tell us about what happened to you the night before last?" the headmaster asked.

Harry frowned. "I finished the tests for that day and went to study for History of Magic with my friends."

"Mr. Tenxhere, you have been asleep for a whole day and night, and you weren't brought to the Hospital Wing until nearly morning when you disappeared from your friends' sight."

Harry's eyes snapped to Professor Snape. "What!? That can't be right! There's no way it's been that long. Hermione really is going to have to learn Necromancy, isn't she." The last part was a mumble, but Headmaster Dumbledore still heard.

"I will pretend this once that I didn't hear you say Miss Granger would want to learn Necromancy, as I assure you, it will not be necessary."

"You don't know my friends then, sir. They're going to kill me one at a time and Hermione's going to revive me each time so they can do it again. They're probably so worried."

Professor Snape broke in. "There will be no murdering, Tenxhere. I'm sure there will be much hugging and screaming, but no one will die from that. Now, tell us what happened."

"Right. So I saw something that caught my eye so I went to check it out. Then I heard someone mutter something..." The two professors didn't interrupt, letting him just say it all.

"You recognized him?" Headmaster Dumbledore asked whem Harry fell silent, exchanging a glance with Professor Snape. "I'm sorry for that. The circumstances in which you met before were far from ideal, and the
fact that you remember that night, however vaguely, is saddening to hear. We had all hoped you were too young."

"All I remember is a woman screaming, a high, hissing laugh, that face, and a green light. I had always assumed it was just a strange nightmare brought on by barely remembering a car crash that Aunt Petunia said
I almost died in."

"Oh, child," Professor Snape murmured. Harry guessed he wasn't supposed to hear and ignored it.

Headmaster Dumbledore clapped his hands after a moment of silence. "On to happier topics. Congratulations, Mr. Tweak. You managed to save the Stone. We have since destroyed it, with, of course, the
permission of Mr. and Mrs. Flamel. They decided they had lived a long enough life and they have enough Elixir to sustain them until they can put their affairs in order. I don't doubt your friends are out in the
hallway waiting impatiently to see you. Poppy has allowed them fifteen minutes to see you when we have finished, as you still need your rest. She says you will most likely be allowed to go to the Leaving Feast tomorrow night, so you can still sit with your friends. Now, let's let your friends come in, shall we?" With that, the headmaster walked to the door and opened it, letting in the four children who were, indeed, waiting impatiently right outside.

"Harry!" "We leave you alone for one second and you get kidnapped." "You're lucky Neville missed you so quickly." "Hah! I noticed him missing too!" The babble of voices made Harry giggle, and then all five of them were laughing nearly hysterically.

"We were so worried, Harry!" Hermione was finally able to get out. "When you didn't catch up with us, we weren't sure what happened, so when we ran into Professor Flitwick on the way to tell, well, anyone, we told him that you had disappeared. He told us to head to the Great Hall for dinner, since it was time, and I guess he eventually found you!"

"Yeah, he found me. I don't know how long he was looking, but as he came into where Quirrelmort was keeping me, I was able to keep Volderrel from doing anything because of his distraction. Never cast the slug-vomiting curse at anyone with more than one head. It is not a pretty sight."

The group of children giggled at Harry's names for Quirrel and Hermione gagged at the thought of slugs. Professor Snape got to his feet at this point.

"Ten points to each of you four for realizing a friend was missing and finding a professor. Now, remember, you only have another ten minutes before Madam Pomphrey will tell you to leave, so use them well." With
that he stalked out of the door.

Harry turned back to his friends with a grin, and proceeded to tell them about his adventures. They showed the proper amount of awe at his acting skills, and Hermione nearly cried when he explained that he had nearly recognized the face. They left Harry in much higher spirits than he had had when he woke up, and Harry got some more sleep.

He was indeed released for the Leaving Feast. Slytherin won the House Cup, and not only because of the end of year points. The entire year had gone very well for Slytherin point wise. All of the Slytherins rubbed it in the other Houses' faces a little bit, then went to their Common Room to celebrate and pack. When they finally went to bed, Harry' head barely touched the pillow before he fell asleep.