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.
