The screaming cries of a newborn baby echoed through the operating theatre at Mount Alvernia hospital in the wee hours of the morning. At this, the atmosphere instantaneously changed from tense to complete relief and joy. A nurse handed the infant to her mother, who, already weak from the strain of delivering, cradled it lovingly in her arms. Back in the maternity ward, a fast recuperating Mrs Evans was with her husband and older daughter, Petunia Evans discussing a name for the newest addition to the Evans family.
Petunia was, at that time, only a little five year old, but she knew she would be proud of her little sister once she caught sight of the fiery red headed baby in her mother's arms. She had always wanted such a vibrant colour as a hair tone. Fingering her own meek brown locks, she gazed in envy at her sister's red curls.
"Mom, what are gonna name my little sister?"
Petunia felt so proud at the term 'little sister'. It was something she had never expected to have, and overjoyed to be privileged with.
"Daddy and I are deciding now, Pet. Would you like to help?
"Can she have a flower name, like me?"
Mr Evans had been thumbing through a book of baby names. He looked up and smiled at his wife and daughters. His wife looked at him expectantly.
"Since Petunia is a purple and outstandingly striking flower, she can be Lily," said Mr Evans, showing his wife the baby book.
Lily: Blossoming Flower
Lily. Lily Evans. Petunia turned the name over in her mind. She smiled happily. She had a sister, at long last.
St Mungo's
The healer closed the door of the ward and strode purposefully away. To her, it meant another job completed. In the ward however, it was a total scene of chaos. Mr and Mrs Potter were jubilant over the birth of their newborn son. Known in the wizarding world as the perfect couple of outstanding aurors, this little baby was a lucky one.
"Call him James," said Mrs Potter, with tears in her eyes. It was what her late father had always wanted his first born son to be named.
The Potters gazed fondly at their newborn son. They were going to spoil him, and they knew it.