A/N: Just FYI, I did change some timelines to make it fit better in the story. Dumbledore is older(born 1851) and McGonagall is going to be the age we all thought she was in the HP books(born 1935). I'm just going to pretend that the Fantastic Beasts thing didn't exist. If you don't like that, then why are you reading this?
The sound of a baby wailing cut through the air, causing a group of people to collectively sigh in relief from their spots outside of a room in the Labor & Delivery ward in St. Mungo's hospital.
The door to the room opened, and a man with messy black hair and round glasses stepped out. He looked no younger than twenty, but had the air of someone just a bit older. His face split into a grin when he saw all the people outside.
"It's a girl!" he cried.
Everyone cheered, except for one man, who looked around the same age as the first, who mock-gasped in horror.
"James!" he cried, most definitely looking very crushed, "How could you do this to me! I thought you were my friend!"
The first man, James, gave him a Look, "Sirius, now is no time for games!"
"How could you say that, Prongs! You know I'm always...Sirius," the second man said with a wink.
James groaned, "Anyway, I was instructed to let people in in small groups, not everyone at once."
The others looked at one another. All in all, there were nine people waiting. Of course, they all wanted to be part of the first group to go in, and none of them had had the foresight to divide into groups. A few seconds passed of everyone staring at each other, and then they all started shouting, trying to convince James that they should go first.
"All right, all right!" James yelled, raising his hands into the air and effectively quieting everyone down, "I would like Minnie and Lily's parents to go in first. Then, my parents and Remus. And the last group will be Sirius, Peter, and Marlene."
Sirius pouted, "Why don't I get to go first, Prongsie?"
James ignored him, and ushered the first group into the room he had come from a few minutes earlier.
When they entered, they saw an exhausted-looking woman in a hospital bed with brilliant red hair and green eyes holding a baby wrapped in a pink blanket. She had an enormous smile as she looked down at the child, not seeming to have noticed that there were other people in the room.
"Hey, Lils, how you doing?" James asked, hurrying to her side.
The woman looked up at him, her eyes teary, "She's so beautiful, James."
James looked down at his daughter, his eyes softening, "Yes, she is, Lily."
One of the other people in the room, a tall, older woman with greying hair, coughed quietly.
Lily looked up quickly, just now noticing the other three James had brought into the room. Her smile grew even bigger, if that were possible.
"Mum! Dad! Professor!" she cried delightedly.
The woman who had gotten Lily's attention pursed her lips slightly, "I am no longer your professor, you know. You may call me Minerva."
Lily smiled, "I know. It's just a little weird. I mean, you were my professor for seven years!"
Minerva smiled back at her, "Yes, of course. Now, are you going to introduce us to this little darling?"
Lily looked down at the child in her arms, "Mum, Dad, Pro- Minerva, meet James and my daughter, Rosalie Dorea."
The three stepped nearer to Lily, James, and Rosalie.
"May I ask about your choices of name?" Lily's father asked.
"Of course, Dad," Lily said, "We chose Rosalie for the Evans tradition of naming the girls after flowers, and Dorea for James' mum. Usually, the Potters have their parents' first name as their middle name, but we thought Rosalie Lily sounded, well, a little odd, so we went with Dorea."
Lily's mother smiled, "That's wonderful, darling."
Lily's eyes sparkled, "Oh, and Minerva, James and I were hoping you would be Rosalie's godmother."
Minerva gasped, and her hands flew up to her mouth, "Oh, are you sure?" she cried, getting a little teary-eyed.
"Yes, of course. I trust you more than almost anyone to take care of our little Rosalie," Lily said matter-of-factly, "So, do you accept?"
"Do I- of course I accept!"
"Wonderful, that's settled," Lily beamed.
Suddenly, everyone's attention turned to the baby, as she had just let out a little yawn, having been sleeping for the whole conversation. Her face scrunched up cutely, and then she blinked a few times before fully opening her large doe eyes. Lily's heart melted, seeing that Rosalie had inherited her brilliant green eyes. The others let out 'aww's, unable to keep themselves quiet at the sheer adorableness of the child.
Lily cleared her throat, "I think the others outside might be getting a little restless. Maybe we should let the other group in now?"
"Ah, yes, of course," Minerva said, already shooing Lily's parents out the door. Soon, James' parents and Remus had entered, and were also cooing over Rosalie.
"What's her name?" Remus asked, pushing his light brown hair out of his scarred face.
"Rosalie Dorea Potter," James said, looking at his mother as he said it, noting the exact moment her face softened at his daughter's middle name.
"And," James continued, "To get it out of the way, Remus, we were hoping you would be godfather."
Remus looked shocked, "Me? But- James, you know I can't. Not with-"
"Yes, yes, your furry little problem," James interjected, "Moony, it's fine."
"I thought for sure you would pick Sirius, or Peter, but not me, James! I don't think it's even legal for a- for me to be someone's godparent."
James snorted, "Like being a werewolf would impair your sense of judgement."
Dorea and Lily smiled at that, being fully aware that Remus's lycanthropy, if anything, improved his sense of judgement.
Remus sighed, "Okay, James, I guess I'll be godfather. But, if the Ministry won't allow it (and I wouldn't be at all surprised if they didn't), then you ask Sirius."
James shrugged, "Sounds okay to me. Lils?"
"Okay, Remus."
Suddenly, someone outside the room screamed, making all five of the adults turn to look at the door and Rosalie start crying.
Remus coughed lightly, "I think Sirius may be getting impatient, James. Shall I go outside and let him in?"
James laughed, "Yeah. Who knows what else he might do if we don't. He might blow up the entire hospital! I mean, he's already scared someone to death."
Remus smirked and went outside the room, Dorea and James' father, Charlus, following him out. After a few moments, some of which were occupied by scolding and, James was sure, a whole bunch of pouting, Sirius, Peter, and Marlene walked into the room, with Sirius pouting childishly. James tried to hold back a laugh at Sirius' face, but failed miserably.
"Hey!" Sirius cried, giving James a hurt look, "Prongs! How could you do this to me?"
"Trust me, Padfoot, it was easy," James said, "Look at my daughter!"
Sirius, Peter, and Marlene gathered around Lily's bed to look at the baby in Lily's arms. Marlene cooed, overcome with how adorable the baby was.
"Can I hold her?" she asked, looking at Lily, "She's so cute!"
Lily smiled, "Of course, Marls. James, could you?"
James nodded and took the baby carefully out of Lily's arms, transferring her to Marlene, who had sat down in the nearest chair. Sirius and Peter moved over to where she sat, their eyes still on Rosalie.
"What's her name?" Marlene asked softly, not taking her eyes off of the child, who was now sleeping peacefully.
"Rosalie Dorea Potter," Lily answered just as softly.
"That's a beautiful name. It fits her perfectly." Marlene said reverently.