Okay, I know a few people said that I could make this into an actual story, but, instead, I decided to make it a series of one-shots to 'describe' everything that Harry told the Gryffindors… and maybe their reactions. I'll see if any plot bunnies come to me anytime soon.
Thusly, I will begin with James and Sirius naming a young Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I (still) do not (it's very unfortunate) own Harry Potter anything, although I do have a sweatshirt that I bought, but I didn't make is sooo…. Yeah….
James snorted as Sirius began crooning a song to his (currently sleeping) godson. Well, what's supposed to be his godson.
It really depends on whether Sirius decides to screw everything up sometime within the next few days.
Which he most likely, probably… definitely would… somehow.
The raven-haired father wasn't sure if he wanted to know how, when, and where Sirius would screw up. And Lily would find out. One way or another…. He should probably get a speech prepared for his best friend's funeral. Maybe he'd like to be buried… "Hey Sirius," James called out, only one way to find these things out, "Where would you like to be buried?"
"I want to be cremated," the man answered promptly, looking up from the sleeping child to see James playing with a sleeping Lily's hair, "and have my ashes scattered amongst the sky… preferably Hogwarts… or something… I dunno, you choose, why?"
"I'm planning out your funeral."
Quirking an eyebrow, he swept his hair out of his eyes as he gave the man a strange glance, "Any reason why…?"
James, deeming not to answer, continued toying with his Lily-flowers hair.
A small silence descended upon them.
Sirius turned grey eyes onto his godson as he began to count each of the child's toes to be sure that the child, did, indeed have ten toes and ten fingers. If the Healer was lying Sirius would figure out a way to bring the man to the courts.
But the child did indeed have ten fingers and toes. So to celebrate, he promptly picked the child up.
And man did the kid have lungs.
"Padfoot!" James hissed, horrified. He spared a quick glance to the woman lying on the bed, relieved when she didn't even twitch, and hurried over to the crib. "What are you doing?"
"I didn't mean to!" Sirius stared at the kid in morbid fascination. "I didn't mean to!" Holding the kid out for his father to take seemed to be the best idea at the time, and, thusly so, he thrust the child out for James to take, having no idea what to do himself.
James, obviously didn't either, as he held the child in the crook of his arm and stared at him while the kid was bawling his eyes out. He sent a panicked look at his friend as the kid didn't seem to show any signs of relenting.
"How is she not awake?"
"Don't question our good luck," James snapped as his friend stared at the red-head, fascinated.
"She just went through seven hours of labor," an old nurse, who neither James nor Sirius had seen enter the room (causing them to jump and spin around, James nearly dropping his son before the nurse took the kid from him with an evil eye – the "little alien" as Sirius called him shut up), "She's bound to be tired."
James sheepishly ruffled his hair, "Err… yeah…." He said as the woman placed the now quiet baby back in the crib. "Sorry."
"I was wondering if you wanted to take care of the birth certificate now," the woman straightened out her maroon robes, which announced her to be one of the minor healers, or, as the marauders called them, nurses. She appeared to be in her mid-fifties. "We've just finished filling out our parts of the form, and if you'd wish to fill in the name then…"
"We can do it," Sirius told her rather bluntly, "we're not little two year olds who can't write."
She shot him an evil glare, "It was more of a suggestion of waiting until the mother woke up from–"
"We've already decided on a name," James told her, "and what if – what if," and the horror stories that Remus always managed to make under the canopy's of the Forbidden Forest came to his mind, those campfire stories that they'd told nearly everyday that fifth year suddenly came to his mind, "MY BABY CAN'T STAY WITHOUT A NAME A SECOND LONGER!" He suddenly cried.
If asked, he didn't know how the baby in question managed to stay quiet after that racket and how Lily did not wake up from that racket.
Although he did manage to get a whack to the head and a telling off from the nurse that had brought the birth certificate.
And, finally, after about twenty minutes, the woman left, leaving the birth certificate and quill and ink bottle on the table near the door. James and Sirius stared each other down for all, but five seconds before pelting towards the incriminating evidence.
Deftly beating Sirius to the table (James had been significantly closer as Sirius had to run, and stumble, and attempted to be quiet on his way around the bed), James managed to neatly write the words, Harry before the quill was yanked out of his hand.
Staring at his quill-less hand, he belatedly noticed Sirius spelling out his own name after Harry, and his eye unintentionally twitched as he tore the beaten, overused, and over-rough-housed quill away from the man after he'd finished the last 's'. He wrote Potter down, as neatly as he could in case Lily asked to see the certificate (James didn't know how he'd explain the kid having Sirius as his middle name… Lily would kill him… probably both of them).
And Padfoot was still looming over his shoulder.
He hadn't expected his to pick up the fallen quill after he put it down beside the piece of parchment.
And Sirius quietly writing Black as part of his last name… Harry Sirius Potter-Black.
"You do realize," Prongs said once a sliver of ink leaked out onto the table, "that Lily is going to murder us if she ever finds this out…."
"More than less likely," Padfoot responded, placing the quill next the certificate.
Neither of them mentioned the significance of Sirius adding Black to Harry's name. In fact, neither said a word until the newly named Harry cooed at the bars surrounding him.
And James laughed, Sirius quickly joining in afterwards, their loud guffaws finally breaking through Lily's sleep as she peered up at the two of them through half-lidded eyes, and James, managing to quell the urge to laugh slightly, walked around the bed to pick up the baby boy, their baby boy, and smiled at his wife.
"I'd like you to meet Harry James Potter," Lily's emerald green eyes found her son and she smiled a soft smile, silently sitting up with slight help from James as she took the child from her husbands arms.
Of course, she didn't notice James gesturing frantically to Sirius to take out the parchment, nor Sirius picking up the parchment and quill and racing out of the door like the devil was on his heels.
If she had then, well, maybe she would've questioned their odd behavior… but at the moment.
"Oh, Harry," she cooed softly, peering into the child's face, "it's rather upsetting that you've got your father's genes, but it can't be helped."
"Yeah, I – Lily!"
