Lily had her eyes closed. It was a gorgeous day. Spring time had brought a pleasant warm breeze. Feeling the sun on her face she smiled slightly. Her husbands breathing behind her was quite deep; maybe he had fallen asleep? It wouldn't surprise her. He had been exhausted these past months. Lily felt slight irritation that she could not help anymore. As the months had past she had been allowed to do less and less for the Order, despite the worryingly bad situation they were all now in. As of last week they felt it would be best that she stay out of it all together.

It did not bother her too much though, given her circumstances. She let out a sigh as she looked around the little garden she and James owned. Sat against the large tree in the far corner, she and James had decided to take this day and enjoy the sunshine. They had had so much rare moments like this recently...

Lily placed a hand delicately on her stomach, unable to suppress her smile or the wave of excitement that followed. She could not wait to meet this baby. Only two months to go now... they had estimated it would be born at the start of August.

Laid back against James, his legs sprawling out either side of her, his arms around her, she felt oddly safe, even with all the chaos surrounding them.

"James?"

"Hmm?"

Not asleep then at least.

"I've thought of another name for the baby..."

"You have?" she could hear the great amusement in his voice, "Go on then. Give it to me. What's the latest suggestion?"

Ignoring his patronising tone, she announced it. "Harry." she said simply.

"Harry?"

"You sound surprised."

He laughed, "Well...yeah... after things like 'Ogdel' and 'Gobnait' and your apparent fondness of the name Elvendork I'd have to say I'm quite impressed."

She sighed, feeling annoyed, "Just because you have the most boring name in the world, doesn't mean everyone else should as well."

James sniggered, "Yeah, but I myself am fascinating, I make up for it with an endless supply of charisma."

Rolling her eyes, Lily answered back, "James Potter, the second I think you're actually becoming nice you say something like that and I'm assured you're still as arrogant as ever."

"As long as you're still assured, then."

Lily ignored that, "Well? What do you think of Harry?"

"Uh... yeah its OK..."

Lily frowned, "What's wrong with it?"

"I dunno – sounds like 'hairy' really."

"It does not!"

James laughed, "Fine, it's OK. Definitely a maybe." There was a small pause and Lily waited for the inevitable question. "So what does 'Harry' mean then?" James asked.

Lily giggled. He had such an obsession with knowing all the meanings. She thought this would be where she could win him over with 'Harry', a name she'd fallen a little in love with for reasons she couldn't explain.

"Actually, Harry means 'king'"

He went silent a moment. "That's it. We are absolutely, definitely naming our son Harry."

Lily laughed, "James, for the last time – you don't know its going to be a boy!"

"It blatantly is!"

"This is stupid – if it's a girl you're going to get really disappointed!"

"No I wouldn't!" he insisted, sounding offended, "I would love her a ridiculous amount. It's just... I can't explain it. I just really think it's a boy. A boy we are also definitely calling Harry. Amazing choice Lils."

"Right – if it's a boy we'll name it Harry, for sure. If Harry's a girl though-"

"Harry's a boy!"

She sighed and let it drop. They had had this discussion too often already.

"Harry is a nice name though," she said quietly, softly rubbing her stomach, "I wonder what he'll look like..."
James chuckled, "'He' ey?"

"Or she." Lily quickly added.

"If he...or she... looks anything like you – they'll be beautiful."

"What do you think they'll be?"

"World famous quidditch player." James said confidently, without the faintest trace of irony. Lily scoffed, "Do they have a choice in that, Potter?"

"Well... either that or Minister for Magic."

Lily laughed, "Maybe they'll defeat Voldemort for us."

"Oh god... I hope it doesn't take that long."

"Do you think we'll have more than just this one?"

"Definitely more. Growing up on your own's ridiculously boring."

Lily smiled, "How many do you want then?"

"I dunno – five or six?"

She laughed at that, "If you want to push them out of you instead then be my guest."

"You don't want too many then?"

"Um... maybe like three?"

"Three it is," said James, sounding satisfied.

His hand moved to rest gently on top of her stomach.

"Harry Potter..." he muttered, "It sounds good..."

Lily snuggled into James a little more. The world might be falling apart around them, but she had James, and of course, she had her little baby. She placed her hand on top of James's and smiled.

Thanks to people who reviewed! Am majorly unsure about the ending of this one, but kinda thought id written myself into a bit of brick wall - hope the attempt was enjoyable anyways! x