At 10pm precisely on July 31, 1980 a rather exhausted Lily Evans Potter lay in a hospital bed at St. Mungos holding her son who had been born moments earlier. The mischiefous look she caught in the eye of her husband James who had apparently recovered from the shock he had been in throughout the entire birthing process didn't bode well.
"Aaaaaand he escapes from the womb in two hours and twenty five minutes. Let's give it up for..." James Potter began before his wife cut him off.
"James, we are NOT naming our son Houdini." Lily yelled.
"What about Harry then?" James asked his wife in a somewhat petulant tone.
"Fine." Lily sighed. She was too tired to argue any further.