At exactly 12am, a wail goes through the maternity ward in Saint Mungo's.
Ginny Potter's face is bright red and dripping with sweat, but that doesn't matter. The baby is out and that's all she cares about.
The nurses take the baby- their son- away to clean him up, and Ginny releases her husband's hand with a sigh as she flops back onto the pillows. Harry's certain she broke at least two of his fingers during the labour, but at this moment he couldn't care less; all he can do is beam from ear to ear.
Ginny looks up at him with a grin, and gives a shaky laugh. "I'm so proud of you, Gin," Harry tells her, leaning down to kiss her sticky forehead.
The nurse hands Ginny her baby- "Watch his head, love". She nearly bursts into tears as Harry leans over to see their son. He's a little ball of fluff, his little pink face poking through the fuzzy blue blanket.
"Just midnight!" says the nurse, looking at her watch. "You've a Halloween baby, looks it!"
Harry goes stiff. "October 31st," he says quietly, seeing the recognition dawn on Ginny out of the corner of his eye. "Wow."
"Any idea of a name for the wee lad?" the nurse asks, clearly oblivious.
"Well, I think we'll have to call you after him," Harry's voice breaks a bit as he looks down at his son. "Won't we, James?"