Disclaimer: I come before you with empty hands - not that I know how one could carry the Harry Potter universe, anyway.

"I'm sorry, 'Rill," said Harry, "but I just can't quit school to run off and marry you. I mean, there's Ginny, and there's N.E.W.T.'s…"

"It's not fair, Harry!" the American half-siren snapped, her eyes gleaming indigo with thwarted passion. "Do you know what it's like, having a name like Amaryllis Dreamstar? Do you know how many nights I've lain awake and dreamed of a man who could give me a nice, sensible surname like Potter?"

Harry blinked. "Is that what this is about?"

"Yes!"

"Oh." Harry considered. "What about Zacharias Smith?"

Amaryllis wrinkled her nose. "Well, I'm not that desperate."