Legal name, please

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AN; So, uh, warning, I kinda have some trans themes here. Harry is definitely not trans, of course, but I'm trying to as accurately as possible give some representation with Harry having a sort of "deadname". Of course it isn't actually a deadname, and Potter will be used in professional settings, like when he has to go to the Hospital Wing, but Harry doesn't like the reminder of his fame and all that came with it when people use his last name. It started as a joke, but now it makes Harry feel like Harry, not the BWL, the orphan who survived when his parents didn't and all that not so fun stuff.
Disclaimer: I am not trans, at all, so if this is completely off, or bad representation, PLEASE let me know, and I'll do my best to fix it. I hope it's ok, because I think it's an interesting way to look at it, but you guys have to let me know if it's not right in any way.

Harry woke up to the sounds of something being put on a bed nearby and voices.

"What could have caused this, Albus?" That was Professor McGonagall's voice.

"I'm not sure, Minerva. I can't think of anything that it might be."

"Well, I only wish I could have been there! If I had seen her right after she was petrified, I know exactly which spell would have worked to save her!" What was Lockhart doing here? He was even more useless than Quirrelmort had been last year. And what did the professors mean by petrified?

"Oh yes, I'm sure that the spell you used on the pixies in your first class would have worked wonders on Mrs. Norris." Good, Professor Snape was here to keep the fake from getting too big of a head, and to unknowingly answer Harry's questions. At that moment, pain shot down his arm and Harry gasped. All conversation stopped and quick steps indicated someone was coming toward him.

"Where does it hurt, Mr. Ionac?" Professor Snape asked.

"My arm. I think it's just the Skele-gro."

"Most certainly. I can get you a potion for the pain if you would like?"

"Yes, please." Professor Snape nodded and swept away, only to be replaced by Lockhart.

"Ah, Harry! How are you faring after your heroic bout with the Bludger? Hmm, Bout with a Bludger would make an excellent book title. Yes, yes indeed...." Thankfully, the man wandered off without waiting for Harry's reply. Professor Snape returned then, and Harry drank the potion. A few moments later he was asleep again.

The next day Harry woke up pain free. Draco, Ron, Neville, Hermione, and Luna were all sitting on nearby empty beds, talking about something that happened last night.

"Hey, guys, what happened to Mrs. Norris last night?"

"Harry! You're ok!" Hermione cried.

"Yeah, 'Mione, I'm fine. Madam Pomphrey gave me a potion and my right arm bones have never been stronger. What happened to Mrs. Norris last night?"

"We were walking along to see if we could visit you and found her outside Moaning Myrtle's bathroom hanging on a torch. She looked dead and Filch was pretty mad. But Professor Dumbledore said she wasn't dead," Ron said.

"Yeah, I think he said she was petrified, whatever that means. Filch tried to blame me, which is absolutely ridiculous. One of the older Hufflepuffs, Steve I think his name is, actually was coughing up quite a storm trying not to laugh," Neville added.

Harry snorted at that. "No offense, Nev, but I think more people are afraid of Snowfall here than they are of you." The rest of the group giggled. Madam Pomphrey entered from her office just then.

"Ah, good Mr. Potter, you're awake. Let me just do a quick diagnostic scan on you and you'll be on your way as long as I don't find anything concerning." Harry winced a little at the use of his real last name but allowed it as it was a professional setting.

Ten minutes later Harry was walking out of the Hospital Wing with his friends and heading to their classes. Harry, Draco, and Ron had DADA first again, and Harry wasn't looking forward to it. Lockhart was even worse than Quirrel, and Quirrel had at least been possessed by an evil mastermind. All the blond ponce did was make Harry participate in roleplaying his books.

When they arrived, Harry was dragged to the front and made to stand in place, with Lockhart adjusting his arms. Harry didn't know how to feel about how the man kept touching his arms, and finally told the man to just show him, not move him. Luckily, the man agreed, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. When class finally ended, the three headed off to their classroom since none of them had anymore classes until midnight.

The group settled in to do homework, and Harry pulled out the essay due for Transfiguration the next day. He tried to work on it but kept going back to how he had felt when Madam Pomphrey had called him Mr. Potter. Why had it felt so strange to be called by his real name? Harry thought back to every time he had ever been called 'Potter', or 'Mr. Potter'. Besides the most recent with Madam Pomphrey, his name had been spat like an insult, usually by his relatives to remind him of how he should have died with his good for nothing parents, or said in awe, by wizards and witches who didn't even know him and who only thought of how he survived when his parents didn't.

"...rry, ...arry. [redacted]!" Harry jolted and looked up at Draco, who was looking at him worriedly.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" Harry asked, shaking his head a little.

"Are you ok? You've barely touched your essay."

"Yeah, sorry, got lost in thought." He looked down at the parchment and sighed. "Thankfully, I just have a couple inches left." He quickly read through the essay and finished it up. Hermione cast a quick Tempus spell when she heard Ron's stomach growling and began packing up, everyone else following suit.

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