Harry and Ginny were extremely glad that there was a wedding being pieced together around them, otherwise everyone's focus would be on them. However this didn't mean that every so often people would either pat Harry on the back or look at Ginny as though she had been given a death sentence. This started to seriously infuriate Ginny and after about the tenth time someone had looked at her pitifully she snapped. "Okay, just because I am pregnant at a young age doesn't mean that my life is over, I am overjoyed about this! Yes, it was an accident, but I am going to love and cherish this baby as much as it deserves!" This speech, as truthful and empowering as it was, probably wasn't the best thing to do as Arthur had not yet been told of his daughter's little accident. He walked up to Harry and Ginny and said calmly, "Harry, can I speak with you in private, for a moment?" of all of the times that Harry had been in life threatening danger, he had never felt more scared in his life. As Harry was following Arthur out of the room into the hall he heard an ominous cracking of Arthur's knuckles. When they finally reached the hall,after what seemed like a walk that seemed like it lasted forever, Harry hoped they were out of ear-shot of the others, as much as Harry was scared, he didn't want Ginny to hear her dad yelling at him. Harry tried to calm himself down by thinking about how Arthur is not a violent person. This didn't help. Harry opened his mouth to defend himself in a dignified and strong manner but all that came out was "I'm sorry it was an accident! We didn't mean for it to happen! Please don't hurt me!" Arthur was so amused by this outburst that he burst out laughing. "Hurt you? Why would I? How could I? You heard my knees cracking all of the way here!" A knot quickly untied itself in Harry's stomach. "All I wanted to say to you was Congratulations! And you had better marry my daughter, but other than that, just the congratulations!" This made Harry so relieved. "I have been meaning to talk to you about that for a while actually..." Harry revealed. Arthur listened intently as he was told of how Harry meant to propose to Ginny after all of this bad stuff was over. He pulled out a large diamond ring and showed it to him. Arthur was so happy at this point that him pulled Harry into a gruff hug. "You have my blessing!" Arthur mumbled between sobs of happy tears. Harry smiled so much from this point forwards that for a while his cheeks started to really hurt. A little bit later in the day Harry told Ginny that her dad wasn't going to try and murder him and that everything was going to be amazing.
The wedding was drawing closer an exited atmosphere was starting to engulf the house and its many inhabitants. Not only was the wedding getting closer but Harry's birthday was too, he insisted that everyone should focus on the wedding and the more important things that were going on in their live. Not to anyone's surprise, Ginny was not having this and announced that they would make a birthday cake and bring it out at the wedding reception.
There was precious little time that Harry and Ginny could spend alone together but when there was a window of opportunity that they could curl up on the sofa together and relax, they took it. Two days away from the wedding they were doing just this when Harry said, "What gender do you this the baby is going to be?" Ginny thought for a moment and then chuckled. "I know what gender my mum wants it to be! But it's going to be a boy!"
"How do you know that?" Harry asked. "You do realise there are spells that you can use to find out the gender of a baby, right?" He felt slightly stupid after this. Of course there is a spell for that! There's a spell for everything else! "What are we going to call him, then?" Ginny said, reading the atmosphere and changing the subject. Harry thought carefully for a moment, "Definitely not Tom." He said jokingly. A couple of names floated through his head many times. "Albus or Sirius." He said finally. Ginny hugged him hard at this point as she knew that he still felt that the deaths of them both were his fault and could have been prevented. "James." She said quite quietly and quite suddenly. James. His father's name. It hadn't even popped into Harry's head and yet it just seemed so right. "James," Harry repeated softly, "It's perfect." He kissed her gently on the forehead before getting up as Molly called them all into the dining room for dinner.