Don't own Harry Potter, and I most likely never will.
I was supposed to be asleep, after four hours of labor that's what everybody expected. But as it was two in the morning, and I was awake, I was enjoying watching such a father son bonding moment.
The first child is always the hardest, that's what they say. Fleur and Mum told me that it gets easier. Hell, I'm just glad that I'm not Angelina with twins. She's in the room next door.
Anyway, at the foot of my bed was my husband, Harry James Potter, holding our brand new, four hour old son, James Sirius.
The second he was clean the nurse let Harry hold him. He was still famous, of course, after seven years. I smiled as I remembered the way his face lit up, his joy at having a son he could teach Quidditch and show pranks and be a boy with. The moment we saw those hazel eyes and the black tufts of Potter hair, we turned to each other and said the same thing.
"Can we name him James?"
Harry was delighted at this choice in name, and I thought of another name that might mean just as much to him.
"How about Sirius?"
James Sirius Potter. It has a ring to it. Unfortunately, the boy is named after two of the greatest pranksters the world has ever seen, and combined with Fred Weasley II, Hogwarts is in for one hell of a seven years.
I smiled watching Harry cradle James, rocking him back and forth, chuckling as the baby laughed and waved tiny little fists in the air. I really laughed aloud though when James Sirius snatched Harry James's glasses right of his face, and hurled them against the wall, shattering them to pieces. Harry turned with a startled expression to me, perhaps realizing I was awake, or just shocked that such a small child had so much strength.
Laughing, I repaired the glasses and summoned them, handing them back to Harry. Just mere seconds after they were back on his face, they were off again, being hurled towards the wall a second time.
James Sirius Potter. Named after two of Hogwarts's greatest men. Named after half the Marauders. Named after two fantastic pranksters. I was in for a time with this one on my hands. James Sirius Potter. What the hell was I thinking?
