I have four names, not counting my surname. Trust me, it's not fun. I can't imagine how all these OCs cope.
Not mine, never will be, etc.Technically also my first serious foray into HP fandom. Hooray?
What Not to Name Your Baby
"So," James said, "we're agreed on Harry, then?"
"Mm-hmm." Lily nodded. "I've had some thoughts about the girl. I wrote it down...where is it..." After rooting through her handbag produced a decoy wand, spare floo powder, various fake identity papers, her purse and a very disgruntled mouse ("just in case," whatever that was supposed to mean), she triumphantly held out a crumpled square of paper folded many, many times in order to cram it in. Papers, in fact, as there were two, both scribbled on in Lily's slightly haphazard writing. James took them, smoothed the creases, and stared at his wife after getting a proper look.
"Lily," he said incredulously, "you can't be serious."
"Of course I am." She ignored the pun they had all gotten tired of by now. Sirius had punched the last person who hadn't been able to resist.
"But...you...did you just grab a book of names and write down every one that didn't make you cringe?"
"I might have gone overboard a bit," she admitted as James flipped over a page and kept reading, "but they were all so good."
"So you want to call her all of them?"
"I don't see why not."
"Okay, let's see...so you want to name our daughter..." here he took in a deep breath, "Lillith Emberlyn Kayla Michelle Alexandra Susan Zoe Rebecca Vicky Jo Lauren Karin Sarah Mia Juliet Ebony Samantha Jessica Emily Dawn Abigail Liza Catherine Elizabeth Serenity..."
"Well, when you say it like that..."
"I don't think that's even legal. Imagine all the forms. She'd grow up hating us. I'd hate me if I had twenty thousand names."
"Fine," Lily sighed, "shall we go with Lily Jr., then?"
And the world was a slightly better place.