A/N: Just a small story that I wrote in about ten minutes.

The nurse at St. Mungo's Hospital watched in amusement as the couple- no, parents, argued over a name. The mother, young Ginevra Weasley, had a very successful delivery. A beautiful baby girl was born, and now Ginny and the father, Harry Potter, were disputing over a name.
"Rose?" the pretty but exhausted mother suggested.
"Rose? That's only four letters. That's barely a name at all!" the father argued. The mother sighed.
"What about the name Mary? I like the name Mary."
"That name has been around since Jesus was born. I want something new, something that hasn't been used before. Like…Haddaria..nna…belle."
"Haddariannabelle. Honestly Harry, the child who is named that would be scarred for life!" Ginny scolded.
"It was just a suggestion! How about…Fleur? Okay, okay, jeez. Only a suggestion." Ginny glared at him.
"Well, I like the name Scarlet."
"Like a scarlet woman?" Ginny grumbled in frustration.
"Well, then no Scarlet. How about…Violet?" she asked.
"You like your colour names, don't you? I don't like that name," Harry replied.
"Well…I have a good name for your daughter," the nurse said, cautiously. The parents looked at the nurse with disbelief. They hadn't even noticed she was there.
"Well, what is it?" asked Ginny, with a bit of hope in her voice.
"Well…Rowan. It means little red-haired one." Harry smiled.
"Rowan. Rowan Potter. Do you like it, Gin?" Ginny thought for a moment.
"Rowan Potter. I love it." Harry smiled. The nurse grabbed a quill and wrote the name down on her birth certificate.
"Now, what is her middle name?" she asked. Ginny and Harry looked at each other.
"I like the name Rose."
"Rose is barely a name, only four letters!" The nurse sighed. This was going to take a while.