Hello! I hope that you guys like this!

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling...stupid defective Polyjuice potion, now I'm walking around as Lindsay Lohan...

Here it is...

Chapter 1: First Name

"YES! LILY, IT'S A BOY, IT'S A BOY! OH, THANK YOU MERLIN!"

James was still screaming and leaping around in joy, giddy of the news he heard two hours ago.

"OH, LILY, IT'S A BOY, IT'S A BOY! I'LL TEACH HIM HOW TO PLAY QUIDDITCH, AND HE'LL GET IN GRYFFINDOR, AND HE'LL MARRY SOME GIRL AND WE'LL BE GRANDPARENS! OH MERLIN, LILY WE'RE GOING TO BE BLOODY GRANDPARENTS!" James screamed.

Lily laughed at the excited look of shocked realization that spread across her husband's face.

"Don't you think you're getting too far ahead of yourself? How about we deal with our current situation? Like deciding a name?"

"Psch, I already know what name he's going to have!"

"Oh, really? Like what?' Lily asked, her almond-shaped, beautiful green eyes amused and twinkling. "James Jamesie Junior? Or how about Jamesinson Jamesen Junior? Or maybe-"

"Harry." James said simply.

"Ja- wait a minute, what?"

"Harry." he replied again.

Lily blinked. "Why Harry?"

James sat on the couch and motioned Lily to sit next to him.

"It's kind of a long story... we were in the middle of First-Year, and I was walking to the Quidditch Pitch to get some practice in before the next game. All of a sudden, I heard your voice. You and Mary MacDonald were playing by the lake, some kind of game where you would ask one person a question, they would have to answer truthfully, and then the other person would ask you a question, and so on. As I was walking towards the Pitch, I heard Mary ask you "If you had a kid, what would you name it?" You answered "Harry." That's when I halted to a stop. That's what I would've named my kid, too! Lots of people say that Harry is such a stupid name. "Who could name a kid something that sounds like hairy?" They would say. But I didn't care. I took one look at you, and I knew. I swore to myself that I would marry Lily Evans one day, have a kid, a boy, with her, and name him Harry. I knew it was my destiny. 'Harry' was the start of my love for you."

By the end of the story, Lily was in tears.

"I-I nev-ver kn-new... Oh, James, that's s-s-so sweet!" Lily cried/squealed.

"Then we'll name him Harry, a symbol of the love between us." James said. He read that with pregnant women, sappy romantic stuff would make them yell at you less. Hopefully it was working.

Soooooo what did you think? Middle name is coming soon!