I`d give you everything and more and that`s for sure
for your love
I`d bring you diamond rings and things right to your door
for your love

to thrill you with delight, I`d give you diamonds bright
double takes I will excite, make you dream of me at night
for your love
for your love
for your love

The Yardbirds - For your love

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Prologue

I think tonight's dinner was a good thing. We all had a chance to sit down and eat and catch up with each other's lives. Hermione and Ron looked happy, I think they are happy, they're always quite happy – I think it's the new baby. And he loves his wife very much. I always knew they'd be thrown together because they always had such a good time together and they fought all the time. Everyone from Hogwarts could agree.

But I didn't know for a fact I would marry Ginny.

We discussed some names for the new baby tonight. Hermione said that if it was another girl she would name her Ellie. But Ron argued saying it could be a boy and they should call him Bill. Hermione didn't take it very well. She even got teary about it and she ran into the bathroom. She came out half an hour later saying she wasn't feeling very well.

'I discussed this with Ron at home and we decided he wouldn't be called Bill!' she insisted, sitting on the couch, almost gasping for breath. 'We had already decided that! I swear we had!'

'Calm down, Hermione please, it's just the hormones. You're just too sensitive,' Ginny said trying to soothe her.

'Mione, please don't be upset now, I just think Hugo is a silly name for a boy…' Ron countered, standing helplessly by the door.

'And why is Hugo a silly name?! Do we have to name all our children after your family?!'

'What are you talking about?! Rose is not a Weasley name! And what's wrong with my family?'

Watching Ron waving his glass of water in his hand and trying to explain that to his wife made me feel very uncomfortable. Ginny was kneeling by Hermione's side, glaring at her brother. Why was he to blame? I don't understand why women are always right.

Then I suggested that they name him some other way. Not Hugo, or Bill. I proposed Matt. It would be something neutral.

'Are you serious, Harry? You're not helping,' Ginny muttered at me. 'This is not a time for your suggestions.'

I sat down on a stool in the living room and looked at her with a blank face.

We had two children, two boys to be specific. One was called James, the other one Albus Severus. We named them without thinking much about it. Years afterwards I realized I had made a big mistake, at least with the second.

I had never planned on these names. It just seemed natural to honour the memory of the dead. The ones that had died for us, the ones that had made a big sacrifice. And I knew about that and I knew the frustration of being honourable without a cause. They had to get some form of appreciation in return, besides our feelings.

But they were dead, weren't they? Names wouldn't save them, wouldn't bring them back to life, wouldn't help them at all. They would make their memory a joke, people would get sick of hearing these names, the kids would be bullied at school.

I think I felt all this.

But only now, after Ginny snapped at me, after seeing Hermione cry in my living room, did I realize the absurd moment I was living. And I realized what shitty names my children had.