Ginny's point of view
I sat next to the sleeping body of my daughter. She had one tiny hand clutched against her chest and the other on her hip as if she was about to start singing – the perfect rock star. I couldn't believe that I had only found out that she would be coming into our world three days ago, and neither could Harry. It was truly unbelievable. I thought about the last four days of my life and a million images flashed across my mind. A TV show that Hermione told me about – I didn't know I was pregnant. It was true; I had no idea that I was pregnant four days ago.
My legs felt sore after standing for so long so I went to sit on a chair. Harry came in and asked me if I was alright. "Yes I'm fine; you have asked me a million times!" I answered hotly. My hormones still seemed to be playing up. My baby stirred and I realised that I had woken her up. Harry walked over to her and picked her up. She started crying and I immediately stood up and walked over to her. She looked so fragile in her little pink jumpsuit, like a little angel. The staff at St Mungo's said that we were very lucky because she was born so early and any earlier and she could have died. They also said that they would keep her birth a secret but it is pretty obvious that 'The Boy Who Lived' has a child will be a secret for very long.
The phone rang so I summoned it with a casual flick of my wand "Ginervra Weasley, how dare you not tell me that you were pregnant!" my mother screamed down the phone. I moved the phone further away from my ear as I thought a ruptured eardrum wouldn't be a very good start to motherhood. "I explained to Mum everything that had happened and in the end managed to get her to calm down a little. She asked to speak to Harry, so I swapped the phone for my baby. She had stopped crying and was staring expectantly. "Yes little one!" I asked her. "She smiled and a little laugh escaped her tiny little lips.
After half an hour Harry was able to get my Mum off the phone. He put the phone down and turned to me and said nervously "Molly says that the whole family is coming round." I cursed at him, "Well I'm sorry but she said that she has to see her granddaughter. Anyway at least we can see Ron and Hermione!" "I guess" I mumbled angrily. I gave our child back to Harry and went upstairs to go and get dressed. Just as I finished getting dressed I sent numerous amount of spells downstairs to go and tidy the living room.
I sat next to Harry on the sofa and told him about what had been bugging me for a while. Unlike most parents we obviously didn't have loads of time to prepare ourselves with names. So I told him straight "We need to think of a name, and I think we should call her Lily." He shook his head. "Why not?" I asked confused. "As a middle name maybe but I couldn't live with it, I'm sorry! I was thinking maybe Madeline?" "Well that's settled then, welcome to the world my little Madeline Lily Potter!"