Chapter 0

The moment we are conceived within our mother's womb, is the moment our name begins to create itself in her mind. All her hopes and dreams for the future forming into a set of letters and words that no one person could have ever imagined mattering as much as it does then. In that one moment, she just knows. No one mother can explain it… It just… Fits.

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Dursley! As of 12:30 P.M. on the 23rd of June 1980, you've brought a healthy baby boy into the world!" pronounced the nurse as she hands the fussy and wiggling newborn to his parents. "Oh Vernon! Look at him, he's perfect!", the new mother whispers exhaustedly. A soft chuckle answers, as her husband stares at their son, "Right you are Pet, right you are" he mutters in awe. Smiling at the new parents, the nurse, though reluctant to interrupt the tender scene, calls to them softly, "Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, pardon me for intruding, but if you wouldn't mind filling out the rest of his Birth Certificate. All that's left is his name and your signatures." "Oh! Of course! We've agreed to call him Michael, after-" the soft clearing of his wife's throat cutting him off short. "Actually, Vernon, Darling… Would you mind terribly if we didn't? It just doesn't seem to… Fit anymore…" mumbles a slightly annoyed Petunia Dursley. "Well, if you feel that way Pet, what do you feel like suits him?", and as Petunia stares at her baby boy's face, it clicked. "Dudley." States Petunia with a gentle smile. "Dudley… Dudley Dursley… It has a strong ring to it Pet!", he proclaims with a proud grin as he rubs his finger tip over his son's cheek. "Yes, I think so as well Darling. It's a perfect name for our perfect baby boy."

Though the Mundanes no longer remember the how our names are formed, not all have lost the knowledge of the beauty behind it. For the Wizarding Society, which hides themselves for their non-magical counterparts, the naming for a child is full of wonder. A wild magic embedded into their very core, which shapes them into who they're meant to be. Blesses as well as Curses them with all that comes with their name…

"James Potter! I'm never letting your sorry ass touch me again!", screeches Lily Potter at her increasingly frightened husband. "Focus Mrs. Potter, it's almost here! Just. One. Last. PUSH!", and with one final pain filled grunt a bright new life was brought into the world. "Well Mr. and Mrs. Potter! Congratulations are in order! At 11:59 P.M. on the 31st of July 1980 you've been gifted with a lovely baby girl!", exclaims the Medi-Witch as she places the infant into her mother's waiting arms. "We'll just leave the naming form with you and send in the god-parents so that the naming ceremony can commence.", explains the witch as she leave the birthing room, only to be replaced moments later with an anxious Sirius and a beaming Alice. "So? Go on Prongs! Tell us! Is it a boy or a girl for ol' uncle Paddy to spoil rotten?!", yells an excited Sirius as he rolls an equally restless Alice towards the glowing parents. "A girls Pads! Do you know what this means?! With my dastardly good looks and my darling Lily-pads unparalleled beauty, we'll be blasting those grubby little shits away with every hex and jinx we know!", James whines in an undignified manner while Sirius pales, nodding frantically in agreement.

"Oh James, do be quiet!", sighs an exasperated Lily as she tries to smooth the already messy dark red locks on her baby's head, "Seems she already has your messy hair! The poor dear…", teases Alice as she gently twirls the baby's fine hair around her pointer finger. James answers with a pout and runs his fingers through his untamable mane, "can we start with the naming now?", he huff and then brightens as he asks, "What's her name my darling Lily-flower?", coos James, and as if drawn to consciousness by her fathers voice, the child opens her eyes and matches her mother's green gaze with her own. Her mother smiles as the name clicks into place, "her name will be Rose. Rose Thorn Potter," she hums happily as her darling Rose snuggles into her mothers warmth. "Well… At least her name is sharp…" mumbles James as he realizes that he really just might have to blast the boys from her. "Looks like we'll need to start making plans James.", stated Sirius with a disturbingly serious expression on his face, "I am NOT letting any boys near her! She's adorable now, I can just imagine what trouble her name will bring us…". As they make eye contact and give determined nods, they begin to silently plot. No one was going to take their little Rose-bud from them. Alice snorts and rolls herself towards the doors, "I'll just go grab Frank and Remus."

As they sit around Lily and Rose, the name magic begins to take. While she was with them she was loved… So very loved, until her parents were torn fro her by a man who was never meant to become an enemy, but as we all know… What's a good love story without a little tragedy…