Harry rushed into the waiting room, Ron at his heels. Dashing to the door he knew concealed his wife, he heard moans and cries of pain. Wincing, Harry slowly took a seat next to Ron, who immediately spoke.
"She'll be fine. She's tough. She's…" but he trailed off, and Potter knew that he was trying to reassure himself as much as Harry.
A nurse walked out of the room and soundlessly gestured to Harry and Ron.
Rushing in, they saw Ginny with a blanket that seemed to sprout jet-black hair.
"He's a boy."
Harry and Ron wordlessly squatted on either side of the bed, each sighing in relief- for Ginny or the baby, I do not know.
Ron was the first to speak of the men.
"He looks just like his father." As Ron looked at his sister and his best mate, husband and wife, his eyes showed nothing but love.
"Let's brainstorm names!" The freckled man said.
"Umm… Neville?" Ginny asked.
"Remus?" Harry flashed back.
"Seamus?"
"Dean?"
"Flitwick?" Ron chimed in, and all three adults laughed.
"How about Albus?" Ginny had spoken. Harry said, "That's brilliant" and Ron "Excellent!"
"How about a middle name?" The father asked.
Ron answered immediately. "How about Flitwick?" The room exploded with laughter again until Harry abruptly stopped.
'What's wrong, mate? Not funny anymore?" Ron sounded concerned.
Harry only whispered one word in response, though.
"Severus."