Luna opened her eyes sleepily, and wrinkled her brow in confusion. She was in an unfamiliar room, oddly bare and filled with strange noises. She tried to sit up, but pain shot through her entire body. "I'll just stay here, then… but where is here?" she wondered.
As if he could read her thoughts, her husband, Rolf, quietly entered the room. "Hello dear… how are you feeling?" he inquired, looking very concerned.
"In an uncharacteristically hoarse voice, Luna rasped, "I'm fine." But she wasn't fine. She ached all over. She looked around the room once more, then softly asked, "But where are we?"
Rolf smiled sadly at her. "You're in St. Mungo's, dear," he replied. Before she could ask anything else, he said, "What do you remember?"
Luna frowned, and thought. She was still very sleepy. Clearing the haze from her head ("Must be Nargles," she thought) she called back her most recent memory. It was of her and Rolf enjoying a quiet evening at home, reading and talking after a wonderful dinner of Freshwater Plimpy soup. They had that a lot nowadays. She had seemed to want it more and more often, ever since… she gasped, and looked down her body. It was strangely smaller than it had been in months. "Where are our babies?" she asked worriedly. "What happened?"
"Shh, dear, shh," Rolf said soothingly as he settled down gingerly on the end of the bed. "Everything's all right."
"But where are they?" Luna asked frantically. She was not to be assuaged. "What happened?"
Rolf took a deep breath. "Three weeks ago, on the way up the stairs after a quiet evening, you fainted. I caught you, and immediately took you here, to St. Mungo's. You were in a coma for a week and a half, before the Healers decided it was best to deliver the baby, as you had started early labor but they didn't know how long you would be unconscious. As they're not sure what is wrong, they didn't know what would happen to the boys."
Luna gasped. "Oh, Rolf… and they're okay?" Then she took in what he had said. "We have twin boys?"
For the first time yet, Rolf smiled. "Yes, and they're beautiful. I've been waiting until you woke up to name them."
Luna smiled softly at him. "Thank you, Rolf…" She closed her eyes for a moment. "Luna?" Rolf ventured. "Are you still awake?"
Without opening her eyes, Luna nodded. "Lysander…" she whispered softly. "I would like the first child to be named Lysander… for the strength of the Greeks, and for love like the love only Shakespeare could explain…" Rolf tilted his head, considering. He loved the name, even more so for it being from one of the plays he and Luna so loved. "Of course, my Luna," he whispered to her. "And the second?"
"Lorcan… she again whispered, saying the name so softly he had to strain to hear it. "And he will be brave and fierce…like all those who died in the war, and like you for helping me through this."
Rolf smiled at his wife, then leaned in and kissed her. "I love you, my Luna…"
Written for the Anything You Want to Write Competition. My mentioned character was Lorcan Scamander.