James Sirius Potter: Birth Story

Party planning & Sibling rivalry

Ginny couldn't exaggerate enough how much her husband, her love, her everything meant to her. She had known deep down it would be what Harry wanted for their children to be named after the people who gave their lives to give him one. Not only did Harry want their baby named Lily or James, but she did too. After seeing the harsh childhood memories of Harry's compared to her bright and fun ones, it was obvious what was missing from Harry's life was parents. She wanted to ensure that Lily and James Potter had an even better legacy than they already did.She was aware that it could be tough on the children in the long run, but she also knew it probably would have been one of the proudest moments of  James or Lily's lives if they were still around, just like when Percy and Audrey named their child after Molly. Molly was in floods of tears, probably equally, if not more proud and pleased than when her other grandchildren were born. Ginny wanted to hope that if Harry's parents were here they would feel like that, and she was sure they would have done.

The moment after Ginny released the news, Harry's green eyes lit up sparkling like coins, his iris glowing, his lips went into a grin stretched right across his face before they reached hers. He never felt so relieved, he too wanted his children named after his parents, but he just wasn't sure how to ask Ginny the question, without stuttering or bad memories popping up, memories of which he wasn't sure were even real.He felt relieved as he knew himself and Ginny were on the same page, in the same chapter, of the same book. Of course, he would be equally happy with a Martha or Henry. Having a child was more than enough. But having that child named after the people who were the sole reason he was here today felt like an achievement. He couldn't wait to cradle little James or Lily in his arms, teach Lily or James how to walk, talk and feed themselves. He couldn't wait to bring them up in a safe and happy world, so they could live without a care or a threat dangling above their heads. He wanted them to have proper parents. Unlike his Aunt and Uncle were towards him. Even though he wanted his children to be independent like himself, he didn't want them to have to fend for themselves their whole lives, have to wake up cold and hungry every morning, have to cook breakfast, lunch and dinner to not even eat it themselves or to feel so alone to even consider the thought of running away. No, no child of his would have to go through that.

"Thank you," he whispered softly into her ear, kissing it soothingly "thank you."

Ginny smiled, her cheeks hot and red, sparkling as the sun shone on them. "thank you, I can't wait to build this family, even more, everything is so perfect and-" she looked down at her small stomach and Harry placed his hand on it, rubbing in a circular motion "everything seems like it is about to get even more perfect."

"I know," Harry agreed "but this means the world to, knowing that" his voice broke off a bit and a small tear fell out of his eyelid, he thought to wipe it away immediately, but these weren't sad tears, or tears because you are hurt. They were happy ones, "knowing that this baby wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for both of them, and I'm so grateful."

Ginny took his hand "I know" she said softly "they were amazing people and would be so proud of you, you know that right?"

Harry nodded. He looked across to see Teddy with a muggle colouring book. He scribbled away, ignoring the lines and producing numerous pieces of paper full of messy lines. His hair was white. Harry knew what that meant.

"Let's go, shall we? Ted's hair looks like ice, I think that tells us it's time."

Ginny beamed at him. "Let's,"

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"I missed you gwandma," exclaimed Teddy Lupin running as fast as his little legs could take him into his grandma Tonks' arms. He giggled as she heaved him up into his arms. You could see the appreciation and joy when she was with Teddy, excluding the Malfoy's, he was the only blood family she really had left. Although the Weasley-Potter family saw her as one of their own, she certainly felt like an outsider.