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This was a fanfic i made while i was bored...I just can't seem to get read of this particular plot bunny...so yeah…
HARRY'S DILEMMA
He smiled at her and continued rubbing his palm over Luna's protuberant stomach.
"Have you thought of a name yet?" Harry wondered.
"What? Oh, for the baby...Well, I was thinking of naming him or her after the creature that brought us together," A ghost of a smile played on Luna's lips as she reminisced about her first date with Harry. (A/N: I'm still having second thoughts about making a separate fic about this one o_0)
"Wrackspurts!?" Harry spluttered, his eyebrows rising in disbelief.
"Yes, why ever not?" Luna inquired, her wide silver orbs completely oblivious to Harry's reaction.
"Well, don't you think it'd be...," Harry trailed off, not wanting to hurt his wife's feelings. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't shake off the dread that he felt when he imagined the ridicule that their unborn child would have to endure would he be given such a name. Honestly, Wrackspurt Potter?!?
"Odd?" Luna paused, seemingly lost in thought. Harry sighed inwardly, relieved by her apparent indecision.
"I'm decided," said Luna, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "If he is a boy, we're going to call him James Wrackspurt, in honor of your dad," she beamed at the gaping Harry, "and if she is a girl, we'll name her Lily Wrackspurta for your mum. What do you think, Harry?"
Harry felt his jaw drop. He stuttered as he tried to explain to Luna the consequences of naming their first-born after a wrackspurt, "Bu- but Luna, you can't! What would...our child...Wrackspurta??? "
To Harry's intense surprise, Luna erupted into a fit of laughter. "Oh, Harry," she glanced at him with an amused expression on her face, "you should've seen your face. I was joking, dear! i surely couldn't name our child after a Wrackspurt!" She managed to say all this in between her giggles.
"Oh, I...I knew you wouldn't." Harry lied, suppressing yet another sigh of relief.
"Hmm, it's a shame, though. I've always liked that name. It's too bad that we can't use it." She mused, lost, yet again, in her own world.
Harry, in spite of himself, gave Luna a questioning look. He learned long ago that Luna would say things that he would really rather not know...
"Well, I wouldn't want our baby to be hounded by wrackspurts throughout his or her life, as they would surely do if we name our baby after them...They're quite narcissistic creatures, wrackspurts. They wouldn't want anyone to have a name similar to them. They'd be thoroughly insulted!"
"Er, I guess?..." Harry ventured, totally bewildered.
The blonde witch hung her head dejectedly. The frown that now marred her face, belying her usually cheerful personality.
"But, i bet you couldfind a way." muttered Harry, absentmindedly.
Her eyes brightened a bit, "You're right. I will, won't I? Maybe if i appease them by offering a cauldron of boomslang skin and salamander intestines...maybe, then, they would permit us to name our child after them!"
Harry listened to his wife as she excitedly enumerated ways to appease the imaginary creatures.
Harry's only thought? Oh, no.
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