Why Potter? O, be some other name!
                              
But what's important in a name? 
                              
If we call a rose by any other name,
                              
It would smell as sweet and look beautiful,
                              
So Harry would, were he not be a Potter,
                              
Would retain that dear perfection of confidence,
                              
Which he projects so well
                              
But without that title, he would be fault,
                              
Harry, if thou doff thy name,
                              
Though that name which is no part of thee,
                              
I'll take you all for myself.
                              
HARRY
                              
I take thee at thy word:
                              
Call me, love, and I'll be new baptized;
                              
Henceforth I never will be Potter, or a wizard,
                              
If that be your will, Draco. 
                              
I will take any name that you wish.
                              
DRACO
                              
What? art thou a villain stalking in my garden,
                              
Screened by night and spy on me?
                              
You have stumblest onto my musings. 
                              
HARRY
                              
But I heard thy exclamation. 
                              
My apologies... I couldn't wait until tomorrow. 
                              
It is a only name, Draco. Just like yours.
                              
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
                              
But my name, I hate it now,
                              
Because it is an enemy to thee;
                              
Had I the chance, I would renounce it!
                              
DRACO
                              
I'm not that drunk to imagine this, 
                              
Art thou not a Potter and a wizard?
                              
HARRY
                              
Neither, fair angel, if either thee dislikes.
                              
DRACO
                              
How the hell did thou get in here anyway?
                              
The garden walls are high and hard to climb, 
                              
We have magic detectors! But Harry...
                              
If any of my guards find thee here, 
                              
Considering who thou art, they will kill you!
                              
HARRY
                              
With love's wings did I scale these walls;
                              
For stony limits cannot hold love out, 
                              
Nor guards, magic disruptors or guns,
                              
And true love can do anything, Draco;
                              
Therefore thy guards are no threat to me.
                              
DRACO
                              
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
                              
HARRY
                              
Alas, there's more peril in what thou will say, 
                              
Than twenty of their guns!
                              
DRACO
                              
I would not for the world want them to see thee here.
                              
HARRY