Author's Note: I do not own Harry Potter. This is just fanfiction.

16 June 2004

The door to the restricted section of St. Mungos swung open, and a raven-haired man with a Popsicle grin and ecstasy in his emerald eyes appeared to be greeted by a waiting room full of family. Before he could manage to speak a work, a rather plump woman engulfed him into a hug, enthusiastically rambling, "Oho, she's had it already hasn't she? A boy or girl? Are they both healthy? When can I see my newest grandchild?"

Normally, he would've been overwhelmed by the constant questions, but he could only smile and chuckle at how a small newborn could have everyone wrapped around its finger before they had even met it. Returning the hug for a minute, he eventually broke free, gazed over the lot, lingering on his bestmates- Ron and Hermione-, and locked eyes with the curious grandmother.

"At seven thirty-two this evening, Ginny gave birth. The baby, who is six pounds and three ounces, is a small, but very healthy boy and Ginny is tired, but just fine." He paused for a moment, for acknowledging the unasked question that glistened in everyone's eyes: "We have a name picked out, but to keep it out of the public's eyes for as long as we can, Ginny and I have decided to wait and tell you guys till- in turns- you guys go back to the room to see them. In there, it's a closed area, so it being leaked out is less likely than in an open waiting room."

"Don't blame you there mate, I wouldn't want those uncover writers leaking out my kid's name, that is if I ever give into Hermione's persisting that-" mumbled Ron, as his smile faltered to a half-smile and his face went crimson.

Glancing over at the redhead man she was married to, Hermione sighed, "Just shut up, Ronald and focus on Harry and Ginny right now. Alright?" as George snickered, "Aha, ickle, Uncle Ronniekins is expanding his word choice, isn't he Freddie?" to his son, who was sitting on his lap and giggling. It wasn't the same as his late twin, but it was someone to share the jokes with, though it'd never be the same.

"Don't call me Ronald, and oi, shut it George," Ron snapped quickly, before slouching farther down in his chair.

"I'll call you want I want and stop acting like more of a baby than normal," Hermione insisted, as she sent him a forceful glare.

After a second, she turned back to Harry and wondered, "So, who gets to see the baby first?"

Amused by the familiar bickering, he replied genuinely, "Well, we are allowed four back at a time, so of course, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, you two are coming back first, and you and Ron, Hermione."

Despite years of telling Harry that he could call them Dad and Mum, he rested with the formal way, not really wanting to give away those meaningful words to them. Not that he didn't think they deserved it, he had called them it once and immediately felt as though he was replacing his own late parents, something he would never do. So, he stuck with the safe Mr. and Mrs.

At the sound of her name, Molly had never moved faster, as she burst through the doors with Arthur at her heels, saying something like, "She gets more worked up with each new one," before disappearing down the hall.

The Golden Trio followed not far behind.

"I've always wanted it to be you…"

"Do you not listen to what I say? I'm telling you this is not a wise idea," Hermione mumbled quietly, as she looked at Ron with concern.

"Blimey, I know what I'm doing," he told her, before turning back to Harry and turning an even darker shade of red than in the waiting room:

"You know, who knocked Ginny up- I mean, married her too like ended up with her… yeah… you…"

"Er… thanks?" He arched his eyebrow over at the redhead, trying to figure out exactly what he was going on about.

"No, I'm not done yet. It's just, I knew that you'd take care of her and the kid, and well, I'm sorry for punching you when she announced you two were expecting. I just- I lost control… I'm sorry…"

Ron looked at the pictures on the wall as they walked, ignoring Hermione's rolls of her eyes and Harry's looks.

Harry nodded, "Well, thanks for letting me know and I already knew you didn't actually meant to give me a black eye and that it was just an instinct."

There was a drawn out silence, before he stopped and added, "This is Ginny's room," and opening the door to reveal Molly and Arthur huddle around the hospital bed that Ginny laid in, holding a wide-eyed baby, who was wrapped completely in a blue blanket, with brown eyes and puffs of black hair, in her arms. He didn't hesitate to rush over to the bed and kiss the top of his child's head, as he muttered, "Hey there, little fellow."

"No hello to me, I see how it is, Potter," muttered Ginny, as she leaned back in the bed and adjusted the position she held the baby.

Blushing slightly at his mistake, he pecked her on the lips, despite Ron's groans of disgust, and wondered, "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, just incredibly tired," she spoke, as she yawned some, before gazing back down at their miracle.

"How was the delivery?" curiously questioned Hermione, who was now the only one in the family who hadn't experienced it.

Ginny did something between a chuckle and groan, before stating, "Don't get me started on it, I'm just happy he's finally here, which reminds me that you lot probably want to know his name."

They all answered excitedly, but none were louder than Molly, which didn't really surprise anyone in the room.

Ginny playfully peered at Harry and nodded. It was barely a second afterwards before Harry, wearing a broad smile and admiration twinkling in his eyes as he looked from his beautiful wife, to his son, to his family, exclaimed, "James Sirius Potter."

There was a hushed silence, before Molly squealed and begged to hold the first Potter child. Laughing, her daughter gleefully handed over her sixth- practically seventh- grandchild, who she immediately started cooing at and cuddling. Arthur stood over Molly shoulder, gazing down and making silly faces at the boy.

"It's such a wonderful, powerful name. It's perfect for him," mumbled Molly, as she delicately kissed the top of his head.

"Thanks," both young parents said in unison, before turning over to the other two, as one was laughing hysterically and the other slapping his arm and telling him to grow up.

"Why are you even more of an idiot today?" Ginny shook her head at her brother, who was now trying to gain his breath again.

"You actually named them after them? Just think, you guys have doomed yourselves! He'll be the prankster, rule-breaker, proudest Gryffindor- not to mention Quidditch player- in a century! Or perhaps ever! Oh, I'm gonna look forward to the outcome of this!" exclaimed Ron, who clasped the shoulder of a pondering Harry.

"He's been a good baby so far," protested Ginny, folding her arms across her chest.

"And he's what? Been out of you for like an hour?" stated Ron, not backing down.

"I hate to say this darling, but he has a point," Arthur added.

"You two could have more on your plate than you registered for," Molly chuckled, as she hugged James closer.

"What do you think, Hermione," the redheaded witch, turned to the brightest witch of their age for answers, like most did.

Debating for a moment, the brown haired witch shrugged, "I'm not positive, Gin, but I mean, isn't giving a child a name like that almost fate?"

And as though it was cued, the tiny baby already managed to tangle its hand in his mother's hair, which had slipped out of her ponytail. And after untangling everything, Ginny gave into the thought and read her husband's mind:

"And I wouldn't care if he was, because they were both great men that the world truly misses. Everyone needs some excitement, right?" She said the last part to the bundle in her arms.

And from that day forward, the most common phrase spoken to the first of the Potter child was "You're just like your namesakes," which he always took with somber pride, because after all, it was what everyone excepted of him. From birth, he was meant to be James Potter and Sirius Black- a replica of them- combined into one person, if only that was who he was actually turning out to be…

Author's Note: These may turn into potential stories, I don't know yet. This was originally a prologue to a story, but I wasn't ever going to continue it, so I'm changing this into a bunch of drabbles about everyone. Yeah. (:

–xXxLasting-MemoriesxXx (formerly randomgirloutthere110)