The Name Game

Summary: A quick oneshot about how Fred II got his name. GW/AJ. DH Compatible

Disclaimer: Of course it's not mine. Do you think Fred would have died if it was mine?

The door burst open with a loud bang.

'I know I'm late! I'm sorry, but I was in the middle of these great ear enlarging potions and the time got away from me and then by the time I realised I had to pack up and then I knocked over the whole sneaky-oh!-scope display and that took forever to fix and...Hello darling I'm sorry.'

Angelina grinned. Used to her husband's excuses she simply gave him a patient kiss hello and patted the couch beside her. George returned the kiss, sat down and then leant over and dropped two kisses on Angelina's massive stomach.

'And hello Roxy and son. Being nice to your mummy?' When George and Ange had first found out about their baby being two babies, it had been a bit of a shock, but now, with the twins due any day, they were ready to go!

'George, stop calling him son! You sound like an old man!'

'Well what am I meant to call him?'

The name debate had been going on for a while now. Roxanne had been easy to pick, flipping through the baby name book it had jumped out at them, but a perfect boys name was proving more difficult. Angelina coughed and looked at her husband, was now the right time?

'Um George?'

'Yes my darling beautiful wife?'

Ange hit him on the shoulder. 'Be serious! I have something important I would like to discuss with you. I don't really know how to say it.'

'Angie you know you can say anything. Go for it.'

'Ok.' Angelina paused and then blurted out, 'I want to call him Fred.' She looked down at her hands and waited, having no idea what reaction was coming.

There was a silence.

'You want to call our son after my dead brother?'

Ok, so now hadn't been the right time.

'George, I think Fred would get a kick out of it. You know. It's a way to make sure he is always here.'

'He is dead. He isn't here.' George replied flatly, all humour gone. He stood up and left the room.

Angelina held her breathe. She and George hadn't spoken about baby names again, and now was the time. Holding a sleeping Roxy in her arms, she watched as George held their newborn son. He was the spitting image on George, apart from his slightly darker skin ton. The baby was a tuft of red hair, sparkling eyes and a laughing mouth. Angelina realised what George could see. Himself. Fred.

George looked up at his wife with tears in his eyes. 'Why are you always right?'

Angelina laughed. George looked at his son and whispered, 'Fred.'

A/N: Shameless Plugging: Please read my other story, Errors from the Past. Hope you like it! - Jade