30th September 1935
It was a boy. A tiny, black haired little boy.
The child cried in Charlotte Potter's arms and Charlotte felt like crying. The boy had inherited her nose and mouth but he had inherited Henry's eyes. The boy wailed, his long lashes almost touching his red cheeks.
"Fleamont." Henry said softly. "I promised Mum... Are you alright with that?"
"Yes, yes. He's ours!" Charlotte gasped, tears streaming down her face. "He looks like you and he has your eyes. He's a Potter."
"I knew it." Henry said softly, taking the baby in his arms. "Sh, now, it's alright now."
Fleamont stopped crying but instead looked at Henry and Charlotte with those multi colored blue orbs, so like Henry's.
"Middle name?" Henry asked.
"Henry.." Charlotte said softly.
"Why not Harry?" Henry asked.
"Henry was just a suggestion." Charlotte said.
"Harry. He'll need a normal middle name with his first name." Henry said.
"And Henry isn't a normal name?" Charlotte said.
"Not by me." Henry said. "I've never liked my name."
"Fleamont Harry Potter is it then." Charlotte said. "We have a lot of explaining to do when Monty's older."
"Indeed we do." Henry said softly, kissing Fleamont on his forehead, two tiny tufts of raven black hair brushing his face. There and then, Henry knew he'd do anything to keep this little boy happy, healthy and safe from all harm.
He'd do anything. This boy was a blessing and Henry knew this boy- Fleamont Potter- would go far one day.
One day
