Disclaimer: I don't own Neville. Fortunately, I don't own those kids either.
20 years after the war the next generation is going to school. And complaining a lot about their names. Just for fun. Warning: some strange pairings.
The boy was sitting in a compartment alone. He was one of the first children in the train, so he took the most comfortable looking compartment and was waiting with the curiosity for a company. He couldn't wait to see this famous Hogwart. His parents talked a lot about it so he wanted to be able ewentually to say something like "oh yes, the Room of Requirement, a nice place", or anything else to show that he knew what his parents were talking about.
– Hi, can I sit here? – a girl put her head through the door.
– Sure, your welcome. Want a bean?
It usually doesn't take much time for children to strike up.
– …and I so want to see this Hogwart! I hear about it all the time and I feel like a little baby when they keep saying "when you will go to school…".
– Are all the parents the same? So do mine. And they are so proud, because they little son, I mean daughter as for you, eventually is old enough?
She just noded.
– Carol, come here, quickly! – somebody called from the corridor.
– Oh, right. I should introduce myself to you. – the boy remembered his manners.
– Uhum. You don't look eager to do that.
– Neither do you.
– Sorry, it's not about you, it's just…
– Let me guess, it's just your stupid name you don't want to say?
– How did you know?!
– 'Cause it seems we have quite a lot in common. – said the boy grimly.
– Oh, you too? – she asked sympathetically.
He noded.
– I think adults sometimes are really stupid. – stated the girl. – Older, certainly. But wiser? Not always.
– Especially when it comes to their kids. It seems as if they suddenly lost all of the memories from their own childhood.
They just sit together for a while, contemplating their mutual understanding and similarities. He was the first to break the silence.
− And did your parents give you that name because they thought it was so cool?
– No. They thought it would be soo sweet and romantic.
– Oh.
– Well, your one is at least cool.
– No. That my parents reckoned so doesn't mean it is.
– Oh, I see. Please, when you will have a child, just call it John, Mary, or something this simple.
– I will, certainly. And you too. That makes me think.. we should not have a child tohether.
– Why? Not that I'm planning to, but why?
He smiled and winked.
– Because if we have a child, there will be one happy child with a normal name. And apart, there will be at least two normal children.
– So we can as well have two or more kids, then it will be no difference.
– Right, good idea. So if we have children, we'll call them Mary and John, ok?
– Ok. – agreed the girl cheerfully.
Neville put his head into the compartment.
– Everything all right here? – he asked.
– Yes – ensured him the boy. – We were just picking names for our children.
Neville gasped. Youth of today – he looked at them with bemusement.
– Isn't it a bit too early for this?
– No! – said the pair together. – It's too important.
– Wait, you are… – he recalled their names. And understood. – Yes, you are right. It's very important. Have a nice journey. – and so he fled the compartment before he burst out with laughter.
– I'm seriously afraid that eventualluy we'll learn each other's names. – sighed the girl.
– Yeah, would be good to know them before sorting. Maybe we'll just tell them at once?
– Ok. One, two, three.
– Ginius.
– Dramione.