“Harold,” he announced with a small triumphant nod. “Oh, close your mouth before you swallow something. It’s a good name.”
Sirius feigned an injured look. “Harold?”
“My grandfather was a well-respected wizard,” James retorted with a defensive sniff.
“Harold, James...?” Sirius repeated, crestfallen. “The kids will tease him…I’ll tease him!”
“Sirius!”
“Ah, now there’s a name. It’s got a kind of dignified ring to it, don’t you agree? Sirius Potter...”

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