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Thanks for the A2A. Not in your case, i suppose, since you say you have already given your parents' names. Those orphans or those children separated from either of the parents and living in the custody of either of the parents, and in whose case mother or father has been declared as a legal guardian by a court of law(family court or so), have to mention it.

Mrs. Weasley is the closest thing Harry has to a mother at this point, but she is not his parent or guardian and is also not in a position to override Hogwarts rules. Harry asks the Dursleys first since they are his legal guardians, but they of course don’t sign it. The other two people Harry asks are Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic who could possibly have the authority to override a rule at Hogwarts, and Professor McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress at Hogwarts who was the one who sent him the form and Head of Harry’s House. Sirius ends up giving Harry permission, and since Lily and James named him Harry’s guardian before they died, his permission is “good enough for Dumbledore”. Harry probably never even thought to ask the Weasleys since they are not his parents or guardians and are not in a position to override rules at Hogwarts - and even if they could, they probably still wouldn’t (based on Molly’s reactions to Fred and George getting in trouble at school).

From the earliest age my parents were in lock step in their message to us as children. My father wrote in the frontispiece of a Bible he gave me (one of only two things he ever gave me in my life: the other was a gun) a verse from Sirach which I have committed to memory: “Have regard for your good name for it will remain for you longer than a thousand storehouses of gold. The days of a good life are numbered but a good name remains forever.”My parents were about honesty, character, integrity and kindness. Those were the things that were drilled into us from our earliest life. My father’s motto to us, every single time we left the house was “Let your conscience be your guide.” It’s hard to do “bad” (which we sometimes wanted to do) with those words ringing in your ears. And if we ever really did something bad there was holy hell to pay in the form of severe beatings and punishment.But my parents didn’t just give words of advice - they lived it. Both of my parents were the most honest people I have ever met. And everyone knew it. Everyone. People I didn’t even know, who were told my name would say things like, “Bazzinotti? That’s the gold standard for integrity.” I rode through school and life on a magic carpet laid for me by my parent’s integrity. It’s really, really hard to turn away from that sort of life when the expectations of you by everyone you meet are so high because of your integrity.And let me tell you, it makes you no friends among the “criminal set” or those more “flexible” in their morals. Throughout my life I have been tormented by the demands of my training to be honest and forthright and the exigencies of cutting corners or hurting people for my own immediate gain. I have passed over many, many one night stands with women, for example, because fucking and leaving “wouldn’t be right”. Many times my friends would call me an “idiot” and laugh with derision and I have many regrets of lost passion and so on. But I don’t regret not hurting those women’s hearts… or maybe they just wanted to be fucked? See? It can be confusing too, to even know what the “right thing” is.But in the end my father was completely right. “The saddest thing a man can own is the thing he had to hurt someone else to possess.” And I have never, ever strayed from that advice.