The soft crack that sounded in the living room told Ginny Potter that her husband had come home after a long day at the ministry. She waddled through the doorway from the kitchen, her round stomach, full of baby, slowing her progress somewhat. She was, therefore, completely astounded to see Harry sitting on the floor, a large ball of black fluff sitting in his lap.
Harry looked up when he heard Ginny approaching. He grinned nervously at her.
"At the risk of sounding like a five-year-old… can we keep it?" Ginny started to say no, but then the ball of fluff turned around to look at her. It was a Labrador puppy. It stared at her with big, blue eyes. She hesitated, then gave in. No-one could resist eyes like that.
"Well… alright. What were you thinking of calling it?" Harry ducked his head, and mumbled something.
"What was that?" Ginny asked him.
"I…I was wanting to call him Padfoot." He admitted.
"Oh, Harry." Ginny sighed. She walked over to where he sat, and eased herself down slowly, using the couch to help. She put her arm around him.
"I thought we agreed the baby was to be named after him and your dad?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah, I just… he was in a box in London, out on the street, and he reminded me of Sirius. I miss him, Ginny. He was… he was the only thing close to a father that I can ever remember having." Ginny sighed, softly.
"Don't worry about it, Harry. We'll call him Padfoot. I'm sure the baby will love having a dog."
