The Greatest Choice
By DarkLady
Disclaimer: If I owned the Harry Potter universe, would I be writing a fanfiction? See answer at ends of story!
The greatest responsibility that is placed upon a person is the choice of a name for their child.
A name reflects a person's personality, their soul, who they are.
It is a delicate process, selecting a name.
Severus Snape paced restlessly up and down the Infirmary of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. He glanced out the windows as he passed, watching the snow falling on the grounds. A few hours before dawn on December 21st, the castle and grounds were almost deserted.
Almost all the students and staff had left for the holidays, now that the threat of being murdered in their homes was lifted. 6 months ago, to the day, the Dark Lord had been killed at last, and the Wizarding World was free to go about their lives in peace.
Especially when their lives included the birth of their first child. A little girl who needed a name to reflect the power she was sure it inherit from her parents, the intelligence she would undoubtedly have, and the gift to the world that she truly was.
Severus walked over to the basinet and looked down at his sleeping daughter. Barely 2 hours old, and she was already the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, excluding her mother, of course.
"Amaris?"
Severus turned his head and raised an eyebrow at the speaker, who was supposed to be asleep. Hermione was lying on her side looking at him, her body showing the exhaustion of 20 hours of labor, but her eyes were bright and shinning.
Severus shook his head as he leaned down and picked up the infant. He walked over to his wife with the sleeping girl and sat down next to her on her bed.
"Raissa?"
Hermione shook her head as she ran her hand over the soft black hair on her daughter's small head.
"Viviana?"
Severus gave a small smile, but shook his head no. He took in the small lips, the slightly chubby cheeks, and the delicate nose and ears of the baby in his arms.
"Caitlynn?"
"Kieve?"
"Sanne?"
"Melisandre?"
"Elysia?"
"Livana?"
Severus smiled. Livana meant Goddess in Greek, and the more he thought about the name, the more perfect it seemed for his little girl.
"Livana Snape."
There was silence for a few moments as the couple basked in presence of their daughter.
"Livana Diana Snape?"
"Livana Iliath Snape?"
"Livana Raea Snape?"
"Livana Erika Snape?"
"Livana Astrid Snape?"
"Livana Feya Snape?"
"Livana Guinevere Snape?"
"Livana Arwen Snape?"
This time Hermione smiled, pleased how the name sounded when he said it.
Severus handed Livana over to her mother, and reached over and took the birth certificate from the bedside table and wrote the selected names in his spidery handwriting.
Livana Arwen Snape
Date of Birth: December 21st
Time of Birth:
12:09AM
Weight:
7 Pounds 3 Ounces
Length:
19 ¾ inches
Mother:
Hermione Jasmine Granger
Father:
Severus Alexander Snape
Severus took stood and took the parchment over to Madam Pomfrey's desk. He placed it on the delicate stack of other parchments concerning Livana's birth, and then made his way back over to his wife's bed.
Hermione had sat up and was leaning against the mass amounts of pillows staring down at their daughter. The look on her face was a reflection of total peace.
About 2 Years Later
"Harry James Potter-Malfoy! You are a dead man!"
("It's Malfoy-Potter..." could be heard from a corner.)
"Really 'Mione, no need to get upset." Harry started backing up towards a wall as Hermione advanced on him.
"And what was it I told you the other day? Not to breathe a word to anyone until I told Severus! Do you recall me saying that to you?" Hermione wasn't upset, she was livid.
"I didn't mean to Hermione. Someone slipped Truth Serum into my drink last night."
"I don't care if they were trying to feed you to fluffy! You promised to keep your mouth shut this time!"
"It tried! It's not my fault Ginny asked how you were doing and I told her that you were pregnant again!"
"Hermione, really, so soon!" Both former Gryffindor's looked at their former Head of House, who had just walked by the doorway.
"Oh Gods. Not again."
A/N: Ok, that was my little follow to It's All Harry's Fault. It was actually gonna be a fluff fic originally, but after the response I got on IAHF I had to add some humor into it. Reviews PLEASE!
Answer: YES! I would still write fanfiction if I owned the HPU…… But I don't own it.