This just popped into my head when I was waiting for my GCSE result (for anyone whose interested I did GEOGRAPHY one year early and got an A) and I just had to write it down. It can be read as a prologue to my story, 'Anything From The Trolley Dears?' but can be read alone. Enjoy!

Disclaimer- If I owned Harry Potter Snape wouldn't have died without his happy ending.

Names

There he goes, my second son off to Hogwarts. Seeing him walk away holding James' hand makes my heart swell with pride. It makes me remember the day he was born, the day we named him.

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"Come on Harry we still don't have a name. He's going to be born tomorrow." Harry and Ginny were sitting in their apartment arguing about their son's name. Their first born, James, was flying around the room on his miniature broomstick.

"It'll just come, I know it."

Ginny glared at him. "He has to have a name. You were set on 'James' before he was even born."

"Yeah, but I only have one male parent to honour. If you'd had had a girl…"

"Shut up. You make me…" She suddenly looked down. A puddle had formed on the sofa. "But he's not due in till tomorrow!"

Harry leapt up and said, "I'll take James to Ron and Hermione's." He promptly left.

A few minutes later Harry was carrying the 'Birth Bag' and holding Ginny's hand.

They arrived quickly at St Mungos. "My wife is having a baby. Help me!" Harry shouted.

A small pointy nosed witch walked up to him. "Harry Potter! Your son will be born in style. It's the least us humble healers can do." Ginny laughed inside, Voldemort had been defeated but Harry was still recognised – something he hated with a passion. A gasp of pain escaped her lips. Maybe it was a good thing that he was loved by everyone, this baby wanted out.

15 hours later the small witch emerged from the maternity ward. Harry swiftly rose from his chair. "Is she alright? Is the baby alright?" The witch said that they were both fine and that he could go in now. Harry almost ran to his wife.

"Look at him." Harry picked up his son. "He looks exactly like you." When he looked the child did look like him. As he looked into the babe's eyes he realised the perfect name, the names of the two best Hogwarts headmasters.

"Albus Severus"

"What?"

"That's what we will call him. He's destined for big things; he needs the names of two of the bravest wizards who ever lived."

"I like it." Ginny smiled. "I like it a lot."

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He has a brilliant name, strong and brave. Just like his father.

Ginny Potter took her husband's hand, slipped her arm into her best friend's and the four walked out into the muggle world, content. Their names, Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Ron would someday be used for their descendants as all worthy, strong and brave names are.

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