Ambrosius Potter
Everyone was staring at him, and he knew it. But he didn’t care. He was carrying himself the way his mother does from Sirius’s stories, regal and graceful in every step. Ron, Hermoine, Fred, George, and Ginny knew his heritage as an imperial prince but still was surprised by how easy it came to him now that he knew.
He is now Ambrosius Hadian James Potter, both in Muggle and Wizarding World. He was proud to be called his Aunt Lily’s son, but he thinks it's time for them to realize that he has a biological mother whose status was above them.
“Hem, hem, Mr. Potter,” Umbridge’s annoying voice called him. Ambrosius turned around to face Umbridge, a small smile playing on his lips. He knew exactly what she was going to say and he was ready for it.
“Yes, Professor Umbridge?” he asked politely, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
“Do you think it’s appropriate to be parading around the school with such a grandiose name?” she sneered.
Ambrosius raised an eyebrow. “I fail to see how my name is any concern of yours, Professor.”
Umbridge’s cheeks flushed with anger. “You will address me with respect, Mr. Potter!”
Ambrosius chuckled softly. “Of course, Professor. My apologies.”
Umbridge huffed and walked away, her high heels clicking on the stone floor. Ambrosius couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He knew that Umbridge would never be able to understand the weight of his name, the legacy that came with it. But that was her problem, not his.
As he continued walking down the corridor, he saw a group of younger students staring at him in awe. He smiled kindly at them, knowing that they probably looked up to him because of his name. But he wanted them to know that there was more to him than just his heritage. He was now Ambrosius, a boy who loved Quidditch, chocolate frogs, and spending time with his friends. He wasn’t the boy who lived, he was just simply Ambrosius now to him. The son of a prankster and a cafe owner in the muggle world.
He made his way to the Gryffindor common room, where Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny were waiting for him. They all greeted him warmly, and he could feel the love and acceptance radiating from them.
“You okay, mate?” Ron asked, noticing the slight frown on Ambrosius’s face.
Ambrosius nodded. “Yeah, just Umbridge being her usual self.”
The others rolled their eyes, knowing exactly what he meant. They all sat down on the comfy chairs by the fire, chatting and laughing as they usually did.
As Ambrosius looked around at his friends, he felt a sense of gratitude wash over him. They didn’t care about his name or his heritage. They loved him for who he was, flaws and all. And that was all that mattered.
The rest of the day went by quickly, with classes and homework filling up their time. As evening approached, the group decided to head to the Quidditch pitch for a friendly match.
Ambrosius loved Quidditch, and he was a skilled Seeker. He loved the rush of wind in his hair as he soared through the air, searching for the tiny golden snitch. It was a feeling unlike any other, and he relished every moment of it.
As they flew around the pitch, the sun setting behind them, Ambrosius felt a sense of freedom that he had never felt before. He wasn’t just the son of a famous couple, he was himself. He was Ambrosius Potter, and that was enough.
As the game ended and they landed back on the ground, Ambrosius couldn’t help but smile. He knew that he was lucky to have such amazing friends, and he wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.
He looked up at the sky, the stars twinkling above them. He knew that there would be challenges ahead, but he was ready for them. He was ready to face the world as Ambrosius Potter, the son of two worlds, with his head held high.