He was upset, really upset. He was sure that the Hat got it wrong, he was not supposed to be in Hufflepuff. Not at all. He was supposed to be in Gryffindor with his cousin, where the whole Potter family had been. Sure he didn’t want to be known for his last name at all, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to be in the same house. He wanted to play quidditch for Gryffindor not Hufflepuff.
Though he was going to get used to it, he could be a Hufflepuff. He could wear these colors and make himself known as Desmond the boy not with the famous last name. As he was leaving the common room he saw something on the table, it looked like a drink and he didn’t want to have to go to the kitchen to get one. So he took it and drank it.
The next thing he knew he was on his way to Flamel office, why? He didn’t know but he wanted to change his name. Walking to the headmaster tower was a long walk, wouldn’t be that bad if he was in Gryffindor. As he got it open, his family knew ways of getting into things. He walked in just talking. “Headmis I need to change my name to Satan Potter, I can’t be known as Desmond anymore.”