"She's so beautiful," Bill whispered, gazing down at their tiny daughter who was swaddled in a blanket and cradled carefully in Fleur's arms. "You're so amazing." He switched his stare from the tiny girl with the blue eyes to his beautiful wife and kissed her temple lovingly.
"Merci…" Fleur breathed, snuggling further into his arms. "What she we call 'er?" As Bill opened his mouth to answer, the Weasley family – plus a few others – crowded into the small room. Unsurprisingly, they didn't all fit and the tiny baby in Fleur's arms frowned around at them and then sneezed delicately. The women in the room all began to coo excessively.
"Oh, she's just beautiful," Hermione breathed, peering at the bundle in Fleur's arms from her precarious position on Ron's lap – it being precarious because Ron was seated right on the edge of the bed so as to avoid crowding his niece and her parents, and so he wouldn't knock Harry and Ginny off.
"Do you have a name picked out yet?" Luna asked lightly from the edge of the room where she was standing with her husband Rolf. Unnoticed to the others, she was resting a hand lightly on her slightly less-than-flat stomach. The two had met only a year before when Rolf had come to her new home to question her about an article in the Quibbler – which she had taken over the running of so her father could enjoy a somewhat quiet retirement. They had fallen in love the moment Luna opened the door and a week later Luna had dragged him to the Burrow to meet the family she wasn't actually related to, a ring shining happily on her finger.
"We were actually just about to discuss that, Luna, before everyone barged in through the door and interrupted," Bill replied teasingly. "Does anyone have any ideas, while the topic's open for debate?" There were various muttered suggestions from around the room, all of which were kindly declined, and then a moment of silence. Harry fiddled with Ginny's fingers and then looked up at the new parents.
"Well, today's the second anniversary of the war… How about something in honour of someone who was lost?"
"That's a good idea, Harry. You could call her…" Ginny fell silent, a look of sad reflection upon her pale features. Harry let go of her hand only so he could wrap a comforting arm around her shoulders. She leaned against him, turning to hide her face in his shoulder. Everyone was thinking of those who had been lost, and Harry knew that Ginny was thinking about Tonks; who she'd been particularly close to. He kissed her head.
"How about, instead of mourning those we lost, you call her Victoria, like victory, in honour of them?" George suggested quietly from the chair beside Bill. The baby gurgled softly and reached towards George. Upon seeing this, George's previously despondent face lit up brighter than a Hand of Glory and he very happily took her from Fleur's offered arms.
"I like zat idea…" Fleur mused, looking up at her husband. "But 'ow about we call 'er Victoire, the French for victory – eet eez prettier, no?" He smiled and nodded.
"Victoire Isabelle Weasley," he tested the name out and nodded again. They'd been decided on the middle name for quite some time.
Fleur beamed up at him, and then leaned forward so she could press a soft kiss to the forehead of her daughter.
