Lumos ⤳ sirius black

Chapter 89, Names.

*Lucys POV*

I said goodbye to Sirius as him and James went off to an abandoned house near the forest. There in the sky, was a full moon.

"Poor Remus," Lily said expressing her feelings next to me. "Can you imagine doing that every month?"

"I wonder if its different for women. Has a woman ever..." I looked for the correct word, "...transformed, during pregnancy?"

"Do you think she kills the baby?"

"No. Werewolves may be dark creatures and, you know, savage, but I don't think a creature would ever kill one of its own. For sport, I mean."

"No, yeah."

We stayed silent until a topic came up. "I want some Chinese food. You want some?"

"We can't apparate remember?"

"Ah, fuck me."

By the end of the second trimester, the third trimester started of course. About two weeks left for the start of it, but we couldn't apparate away as much as usual as it could hurt the baby. So we could, just not much which was a misfortune.

"Stupid third trimester," I grumbled, "How's it going with finding a name for a baby?"

"It's a very weird progress. You find out how many people you hate," She laughed, "But you find people that you like but then realize you can't name your children after them because...well they'll be honored, but it'll probably just be weird. But there's the names we actually like. We talked about Jonathan, but Harry is also in mind."

"Harry? I like Harry."

"James also had a preference to Harry. About 300 people in his family were named Harry. They also had a preference to Harry as well," She informed me.

"Really? My family names are all weird. I can't remember one at the moment because, life, but I can remember how weird they all were. They were old. Like Arlene, and...Frances. I had an great great aunt called Talisha. My family had an odd choice for names."

"Mine were a bit more...normal I guess. They were like Victoria, and Toby, and maybe Minnie, Alice, normal-ish."

We sat and talked more when Lily decided to go to sleep. We did this thing of staying at each other houses on full moons as to not be completely alone.

"I think I want ramen noodles," I muttered to myself as I went to look in the pantry.

Bingo.

"Aha!" I said in victory. "This oughta do it. Wow I'm so smart."

I walked to the oven and started to boil water when I threw it in the microwave instead because I was hungry.

Walking over for a bowl, I noticed a letter sticking out from several petals on a flower.

"Well that doesn't look comfortable," I muttered as I got it, "That wasn't either."

Albus Pericival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Mr and Mrs Black

Always so formal, I thought.

Dear Sirius and Lucy,

At 11 o'clock 21st of April, 6th years will be taking an exam in Hogsmeade. The Three Broomsticks is a great place to grab some butterbeer don't you think?

Dumbledore

Fucking Dumbledore. Always with the next to no clues. Who the fuck speaks in riddles anyways?

The microwave began to ring if that makes sense, but it snapped me out of the little trance I was in.

But still, I wondered.

What did it mean?

~*~

Sirius arrived at about 8 in the morning with Peter, Remus, and James. They all looked tired as hell with Remus bandaged up.

Fixing up some breakfast, Padfoot turned out to be an amazing cook. I mean, he'd cooked food before but nothing big.

Lily eventually woke up to eat and they all left.

"Dumbledore sent a letter," I told him.

"What'd it say?"

"That we should meet in The Three Broomsticks at 11 on Saturday," I said, "Seemed important."

"Probably is," Sirius responded, "Hey."

"Yeah?"

"We never quite agreed on her name," He gestured to the hump.

"Well, we agreed on Aries," I said, "But..."

"Knew it," He mumbled with a smirk on his face.

"Well, remember on Christmas day when you caught me outside I was looking at the sky and saw Lyra."

"So you're suggesting Lyra?"

"...yeah."

"I like it. Can we have her middle name as Aries? I think it's important for her to have a middle name," Padfoot smiled.

"Well..."

"Don't tell me you want her to have a different middle name?"

"Not necessarily, just more middle name."

"Why?"

"I want her to have your name."

"That's...interesting," He hesitated.

"It is. Which is why I want her to have it," I told him.

"Look," Sirius started, "It's bad enough that we're giving her the name 'Black'. I think giving a child three names borders as child abuse."

"If we gave her three last names, perhaps. When would she need to say all of her names? The most she would use of them would be the initials."

He looked at me with a knowing look. "Merlin I hate it when you're right," He grumbled.

"So always?"

"Shut up."