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Dumbledore looked at Holly over his half-moon spectacles sceptically. "You say you are a girl, but I see a boy," he explained. "And you were a boy when you were born."
"No my mum lied to you to protect me and she put a glamor on me. Lily Potter's ghost came to me in the last night and told me I am really Holly Lasagne."
"That sounds like a cheese dream."
"NO!" Holly screamed. "I am a girl and I was always a girl, I thought I was but I looked like a boy and I was scared but now I'm a girl so call me that!"
"Okay, Holly," Dumbledore vowed placatingly. "But should you not be called Holly Potter, rather than Holly Lasagne?"
"I don't know, that's just what Lily Potter said. If my dad's not James Potter, it was probably Mr Lasagne."
"I'm so confused," Dumbledore admitted. "Look, I have nothing against you choosing to be called 'Holly', Harry, but you can't just rewrite your entire history due to a dream about your mother, no matter how realistic it was. You can choose to change youreself not without denying your entire history and heritage-"
"You can't make me be his son if I don't want to be!" Holly screamed.
Then Holly stormed off in a flash of Magnificent Rage.