Translation
Die Bürde eines Namens
Names
Names are a verbal access index to a set of information about an individual. They are therefore information assigned to a person, an object, an organizational unit or a term, which are intended to serve for identification and individualization.
That's what it says in one of my aunt's books. But are names really just something we use to address each other? Would it be the same if we didn't just have a number so we know who is meant and not everyone onHey you there!have to react?
A name is a name. Not more, so many say. But isn't there always an expectation associated with a name?
Fred is a simple name. Just Fred. No more. Four letters in a row. Just like James, Albus, Molly and Lily. They are nothing more than names. Any letters strung together.
But what do you think of when you hear these names? Certainly not me or my cousins or my cousins. No.
You think of a prankster, an incorrigible do-not-good, a part of two. You see a red-haired, young man with a cheeky grin on his lips. That's what you think of when you hear the name Fred Weasley.
You think of a hero, a man who gave his life for his family because he trusted a fake friend. That's it when you think of the name James Potter.
You think of an old, wise man. The greatest magician of all time. The best headmaster Hogwarts ever had. You think of Dumbeldore when you hear the name Albus. You don't think about my cousin Albus Potter.
You think of a small, plump woman who combines the spirit of a hippopotamus with that of a saber-toothed tiger. Of incredible food and care and love. That's what you think about when you hear the name Molly Weasley.
You think of an incredible woman who cast the most powerful spell on her son to protect him from Voldemord. You think of someone who has spent years trying to save a friendship that was doomed until her boyfriend left her heart in ruins. That's what you think of when you hear the name Lily Potter.
Names are more than just something that makes us more than just numbers. Names are associated with expectations. Expectations that his indolence cannot meet because he is someone else.
I'm Fred Weasley, and I'm sure you'll think of my uncle again, you don't have to deny it, I understand. It has always been like that. But I'm not him just because I have his name. I would still be me if I were number 587.493. But nobody sees it because it is not, because I will always bear the burden of my name.
It's not that I'm not proud of that name. It's an honor, but I can't live up to the expectations behind those four letters. I'm not the joker with the red hair, it's not his grin that creeps onto my lips when I've done something.I am not the second half of my father. I can't finish his sentences, nor can I put his heart back together. I am not his brother, I am not his twin. I'm just his son who doesn't even look like him.
That's what it says in one of my aunt's books. But are names really just something we use to address each other? Would it be the same if we didn't just have a number so we know who is meant and not everyone onHey you there!have to react?
A name is a name. Not more, so many say. But isn't there always an expectation associated with a name?
Fred is a simple name. Just Fred. No more. Four letters in a row. Just like James, Albus, Molly and Lily. They are nothing more than names. Any letters strung together.
But what do you think of when you hear these names? Certainly not me or my cousins or my cousins. No.
You think of a prankster, an incorrigible do-not-good, a part of two. You see a red-haired, young man with a cheeky grin on his lips. That's what you think of when you hear the name Fred Weasley.
You think of a hero, a man who gave his life for his family because he trusted a fake friend. That's it when you think of the name James Potter.
You think of an old, wise man. The greatest magician of all time. The best headmaster Hogwarts ever had. You think of Dumbeldore when you hear the name Albus. You don't think about my cousin Albus Potter.
You think of a small, plump woman who combines the spirit of a hippopotamus with that of a saber-toothed tiger. Of incredible food and care and love. That's what you think about when you hear the name Molly Weasley.
You think of an incredible woman who cast the most powerful spell on her son to protect him from Voldemord. You think of someone who has spent years trying to save a friendship that was doomed until her boyfriend left her heart in ruins. That's what you think of when you hear the name Lily Potter.
Names are more than just something that makes us more than just numbers. Names are associated with expectations. Expectations that his indolence cannot meet because he is someone else.
I'm Fred Weasley, and I'm sure you'll think of my uncle again, you don't have to deny it, I understand. It has always been like that. But I'm not him just because I have his name. I would still be me if I were number 587.493. But nobody sees it because it is not, because I will always bear the burden of my name.
It's not that I'm not proud of that name. It's an honor, but I can't live up to the expectations behind those four letters. I'm not the joker with the red hair, it's not his grin that creeps onto my lips when I've done something.I am not the second half of my father. I can't finish his sentences, nor can I put his heart back together. I am not his brother, I am not his twin. I'm just his son who doesn't even look like him.