Louis Weasley: July 16th, 2006
Mr. Weasley's desire for more grandsons was answered sooner than he expected. 3 and a half weeks after Lucy's birth, Fleur went into labor for the third time. The requisite Patronus sent out did not even begin to deliver its message before everyone else scrambled to reach St. Mungo's. The process was old hat by now. Hours ticked by in the waiting room, but the family kept themselves busy: the adults doing paperwork for their jobs, the 7 grandchildren (including Teddy) occupied through a flurry of bottles and coloring books. When a haggard Bill finally arrived from the hall beyond, he had an almost insane smile on his face and let out a whoop that made the rest of the family shriek in surprise.
"It's a boy!" Bill's wish for a son had finally come true. He led the horde of relatives back to see Fleur, who looked tired but happy as she stared down at the blue bundle in her arms. The name, predictably French in origin, left some puzzled, however.
"Louis?" Ron asked, scratching his head. "How are we supposed to differentiate him from Lucy? Are you trying to make us all tongue-tied, Fleur?"
Everyone laughed, except for Hermione, who felt the need to scold her husband for such a "juvenile" comment, and that he had better not complain about their child's name when she arrived in a matter of weeks.