1"Look at Mommy, sweetheart!" Ginny crooned to the infant in her arms. Harry peered over her shoulder to smile at the baby, his eyes twinkling with love from behind his glasses. The infant stared at her parents with a rather bored expression on her chubby face. Harry stuck his tongue out and crossed his eyes, grinning stupidly. The baby laughed and smiled, showing her gummy mouth. Ginny smiled.

"That's better! What's so funny, honey? Huh? What's so funny?" Ginny cooed. Then she noticed Harry's head on her shoulder. She turned to look at him and he kissed her quickly on the lips while she was still surprised. She laughed and swatted at his head, but he ducked out of the way, grinning widely as he left the room.

"Oh, it was just Daddy being silly, wasn't it, darling?" she said to the baby, loud enough for Harry to hear from the kitchen where he was bottling some warm milk for the baby. He walked back into the room and offered up the bottle. Ginny set the baby in Harry's arms.

"Here it is!" he said triumphantly. Ginny's heart warmed at the sight of her husband feeding their daughter, cradling her in his muscular arms. She looked so tiny there, in comparison to Harry's tall, strong figure. Ginny sat down beside them on the sofa, leaning against Harry's solid shoulder.

"Harry... you know everyone thinks we're insane," she whispered seriously. Harry looked at her.

"I know, I know. We should have had a name picked out for her long before she was born. But we didn't. I know, it's crazy of us," he replied routinely, stroking his daughter's tiny head affectionately.

"We need to name her. Now," Ginny said firmly. Harry knew she really meant it this time. There was no little chuckle or sheepish grin to soften her words this time. It really was time to name the baby. After all, the baby was a year old (yesterday had been her first birthday). What kind of daft parents waited this long to give their child a name? Apparently we do, Harry thought sadly.

"So what shall it be? We had a list somewhere around here, didn't we, Harry?" Ginny was saying. She was searching the room. Harry hadn't felt her get up.

"I-I think it was in the bedroom, dear. On the bedside table, next to the alarm clock," Harry called to her from the couch as she wandered into the bedroom to search. He saw the light go on in that room and he sighed, knowing she would find it there. He read the list every night before he fell asleep.

It was his fault they'd waited this long to name her. Harry knew it was his fault. He'd purposefully put it off for a year. He wanted to procrastinate longer, but he knew that Ginny would never allow it. He was terrified of giving his daughter a name. He feared that is he gave her a name, Voldemort's followers would be able to track her more easily. For even though he had fought and destroyed Voldemort in his seventh year at Hogwarts, there were still Death Eaters out there, seeking revenge on Harry and his family. Ginny and Harry could fight them, he knew it, she knew it, and the Death Eaters knew it too if they were smart enough. But their daughter was only a baby. She could not fight.

They would kill her.

The Death Eaters, though they were hardly human, knew what love was. They knew that to take away the Potters' child would be far worse than killing the Potters themselves. And the baby being named would only make it easier for them to track her down. Harry feared more than anything losing his daughter to the Death Eaters. The thought made him shudder. He pulled the baby to his chest and hugged her tightly.

She blinked and yawned into his chest. Harry could feel her quick, soft heartbeat against his own. His heartbeat gave a leap as he looked into his daughter's mismatched eyes. One as green as his own, the other amber like her mother's. Harry and Ginny had been surprised when she was born to see that when their baby opened her eyes, they were so oddly-hued. They found it beautiful and unique to look at, and though a nurse suggested that a spell might be able to fix it if they performed it soon enough after the birth, Harry and Ginny declined. Now Harry regretted not having the spell performed. Surely that would make her even easier to track. How difficult could it be to find a child with different-colored eyes?

"Found it!" he heard Ginny yell from the bedroom. The light went off and she came into view.

She plopped herself down beside him again and they looked at the list together.

Baby Names

Milly

Eva

Harriet

Jennifer

Ella

Remula

Mione-Jane

Viviett

Jamie

Nevilla

Luna

These were the girl names, of course. They knew that if they had a boy, he would automatically and without question be named Sirius. Most of the names had significance, being tweaked versions of the names of people the Potters really cared about.

They narrowed it down eventually... Harriet, Jennifer, Mione-Jane, Viviett, Jamie, Nevilla, and Luna were out of the question, being either too plain or too strange for this first little daughter of theirs. So now they had to choose between Milly, Eva, Ella, or Remula.

They chose Milly Eva Potter.

"My dear little Milly...," Ginny said lovingly, a relieved smile on her face. Harry knew that this was a huge weight off Ginny's shoulders. Unfortunately, the weight only got heavier for Harry.