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James

Harry stared at his wife. His wife. Even after more than three years of marriage, that simple word still made him smile. And only hours before she'd given him the best news he'd ever received. They were going to be parents.

"Harry, you're doing it again." Ginny's slightly annoyed, yet mildly amused voice broke into Harry's thoughts.

"And exactly what am I doing, Mrs. Potter"?

Narrowing her eyes at her husband, she replied, "You know exactly what you're doing, and I'm asking you to stop it."

With that, Ginny went back to the Quidditch magazine that lay open in her lap. The pages fluttered, however, as Harry grabbed it, tossed it away, and took his startled wife in his arms. She couldn't even pretend to be angry, however, when she saw the joy in her husband's eyes.

"And why shouldn't I be looking at the beautiful woman who has just made me the happiest man who ever lived?"

Ginny echoed Harry's playful tone and replied, "You know, I can't argue with that…especially the beautiful part."

Behind her light banter, however, a deeper realization dawned on Ginny. Most of the true happiness in her husband's life had been tempered with pain. When he finally left the home where he'd spent a truly miserable childhood and come to the school he thought of as home, he was only to be pursued once again by Lord Voldemort. He discovered his godfather and almost had a home with him, only to have Sirius ripped away once more…first by the need to go into hiding and then by Bellatrix. And then Harry voluntarily gave his own life to save the wizarding world, but was unable to celebrate this great victory because he was too busy comforting and mourning with others.

Since their marriage, however, Ginny had watched him smile more easily and relax more often. Ever since the moment she told him her news, joy seemed to radiate from every part of his being. And Ginny was determined to keep it that way.

Snuggling into her husband's embrace, she asked, "So, what are we going to name him?"

Harry sputtered, "Him? You know it's a boy!?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I'm a Weasley, Harry. It's going to be a boy."

He lowered his hand to cover her still flat stomach. "A son."

"We'll call him James, of course," she whispered.

Emotion choked Harry's voice. "I'd really like that, Gin."

Kissing her husband lightly, Ginny said, "That settles it, then. In about eight months, we'll welcome James Sirius Potter into the world."

Harry's face became somber when he turned so that he could look into his wife's eyes. "Actually, I was thinking of something else…"

Ginny interrupted, "You weren't serious that time when you suggested Severus for a potential name, were you? I mean, I know how much you claim we owe him, but there's no way I'm saddling my poor child with a name like that!"

Harry stifled a laugh. Yes, early in their marriage when he and Ginny had talked of children, he'd brought up the name as a way to honor the man he felt he owed so much. In fact, if they indeed named their firstborn "James Severus," it might be worth it just so he could go and introduce his son to the newly completed portrait that now hung in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts. Now that would be an entertaining visit.

Seeing Ginny's mutinous face, however, he decided that it might be a battle best fought later on…in the long life he planned for them. Instead, he replied, "No, I was thinking more along the lines of James Arthur Potter."

Ginny's expression softened and she lowered her hand to cover her husband's. "I think that's a brilliant idea, Harry."