We strolled down the eerily quiet Diagon Alley, Tonks and I had bonded in the weeks since I had been told about her pregnancy, and since she was a member of the order Fred seemingly had very little to fight our meetings over. Since I was a few months ahead of her and was showing now, we would talk about what we were each going through and laugh at our respective partners reactions.
"Have you started thinking about names yet?" she asked to fill the growing quiet between us following a discussion about Fred's tendency to worry.
"I have, though I haven't told Fred that because he would start giving stupid suggestions and I need to practice saying no to whatever atrocities he has planned." I chuckle with my hand resting below my protruding stomach. "And because I'm basing it entirely on the idea that it's going to be a boy and I haven't told him that either." My hand was now making small circles around where my belly button was.
"It's weird really," she stated. "A name is something that will define them for the rest of their lives and we pick it for them, and any time I think of it I just feel like I'm labelling this person I haven't even met yet." An exhausted sigh escaped her once she had spoken, her usually vibrant pink hair had faded to a more tired looking hue which made her seem older and seemed to draw back her features.
"Guess we'll just have to wait and see then won't we," I tried my best to give a reassuring smile though I wasn't entirely sure how it came across.
"Any particular name you were thinking of?"
"Oliver." A smile crept onto my lips, now staring down at my stomach, "I don't know, it just feels like he's an Oliver."
"I like it." The statement seemed to ease me a touch, though I wasn't quite sure what I had to be nervous about.
It was then that I saw a spark of red light fly into me a second too late, and my whole world went black.