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Albus Severus
Ginny stared at her sleeping husband as he slouched in the uncomfortable beside chair.
When their second child had decided to put in an early appearance, Harry had been out of the country consulting with the Bulgarian Ministry. After a frantic search by a good portion of the Weasley family, he had been found…and arrived just in time to watch as Albus entered the world.
Looking down at her sleeping son, Ginny smiled softly. "Well, at least your dad made it here when it counted, right?"
Though Harry received quite the blasting when he'd arrived in the delivery room, Ginny couldn't bring herself to blame him for resting now. The dark circles under his eyes were well earned, and if possible, he looked even more exhausted than she did at this moment.
An spattering of outbreaks of dark wizarding events in central Europe had everyone on high alert, and for the past several weeks, he'd spent more time than he cared to at the office. He had, however, always been home for breakfast, even cooking for James and allowing Ginny a lie-in as she neared the end of her pregnancy. And she was pretty sure that after they'd eaten dinner together and she's gone to bed, he'd put Kreacher on watch and returned to the office until the late hours of the night.
If Harry slept now, she wouldn't hold it against him. Instead, she'd take the opportunity for a few moments alone with the tiny boy in her arms.
She smiled as she remembered the first time Albus had surprised them. While he was loved and wanted from the moment he was known of, he was not quite planned.
Ginny was certain her fatigue was only the result of chasing a very actively crawling James around the house, so she was quite shocked when the healer informed her she was once again expecting. Harry, however, was not surprised at all. Instead, he whirled Ginny in his arms announcing, "Albus Potter is on his way!"
The name, of course, stuck. And to tell the truth, Ginny was quite pleased. It was a very esteemed name and a wonderful way to remember a beloved man. Even if it was a bit old fashioned, it was a name the boy could be proud of.
But, of course, that once again led to the discussion of the child's middle name. Harry had not spoken again of his wish to honor Professor Snape, but Ginny, as always, knew what was in her husband's heart. Looking first at her husband and then her new son, she sighed.
He was so beautiful…and he was so certainly Harry's. The healer remarked that she could already see the beginnings of dark, straight hair, and Ginny couldn't help but agree. Then the little boy opened his eyes wide for the first time. Brilliant emerald green stared back at her.
Ginny realized that all the books, the healers, and even her mother said that babies' eyes change, but she knew Al's wouldn't. He had his father's eyes.
His grandmother's eyes. The eyes that Severus Snape had loved, protected, and even died for.
And then Ginny knew.
When her husband woke, she would introduce him (again) to his son: Albus Severus Potter.
