The Naming of Names

Disclaimer: I own nothing; never have, never will.

Summary: These are little ficlets that explain how the next generation received their names.

Author's Note: I am so not even gonna try to write Fleur in dialect. Let's all assume living with Bill had made her "Eenglish" perfect.

Victoire

Bill stared at his wife. He didn't think it possible, but pregnancy actually made her more beautiful.

She caught him staring. "You are looking at me as if I were going to explode. Certainly I am not that big." She sighed and added, "At least not yet."

Standing behind his wife, Bill wrapped his arms around her and rested them on her seven months pregnant belly. "No, you still fit perfectly."

This seemed to content Fleur as she turned in her husband's arms. "And will you still be saying the same thing when I am as big as a hippogriff?"

He nodded. "You'll be the prettiest hippogriff in all of England."

Bill laughed as Fleur swatted him playfully with the parchment she held in her hands.

He was fortunate that pregnancy agreed with his wife. Even though she made the occasional complaint about her supposed fading beauty, she couldn't be happier or more radiant.

Their courtship and marriage had not been an easy one, first with his family's reaction, and then Greybeard's attack, the disastrous wedding, and then the terrible war. But now, as they continued their blessedly quiet life together at Shell Cottage, he felt nothing but peace.

Leading his wife to a chair, he pointed at what he now saw was a letter in her hand. "Which one sent us that?"

Fleur attempted to control the annoyance in her voice. "It is more 'helpful' ideas from my mother about our daughter's name. Apparently, she and your mother have been corresponding. This list is from them both."

Understanding perfectly, Bill took the parchment and scanned it. The child Fleur was carrying was to be the first grandchild for both families, and in their excitement, each side had been very vocal with suggestions on everything from names to childcare. "So, anything good this time?"

Fleur shook her head. "Thank goodness we had decided her first name before we told anyone."

Instantly, Bill was taken back to the day a little over a year after the war ended. Fleur had met him at their cottage door with the news. As they celebrated their wonderful blessing that night, Fleur suggested and Bill quickly agreed that their daughter (as Fleur assured him her first child could only be a girl) be named Victoire.

While all their family members loved the name and felt it appropriate that this child who would grow up in a world without war should be named so, they were a bit put off that they hadn't been included in the decision. So the process to find a middle name for the child immediately began…and Bill held evidence of it in his hand.

He sat beside his wife and noticed a pensive look on her face. Suddenly concerned, he asked, "Are you alright?"

Fleur touched his scarred, yet handsome face. "Don't worry, I am fine. But I think I have her name, and I wonder if you'll approve."

Bill thought of all that the woman beside him had given him, and he knew he would never deny her anything. He nodded for her to go on.

Beginning tentatively, Fleur said, "Though I realize we didn't know her long, I feel…she helped me more than anyone ever knew." She had to pause before her voice was strong enough to continue. "I never told you, but that night, that first full moon when we weren't sure…how you'd respond, she stayed with me. She held my hand and let me cry like a child. Even though she knew she'd spend the rest of her life waiting out every full moon, she comforted me that night."

Understanding dawned on Bill's face. He began to rub slow, comforting circles on his wife's stomach. "She and Remus were amazing people. I would be proud for my daughter to share her name."

Smiling through tears, Fleur looked down at her swollen stomach. "I can't wait to meet you, Victoire Nymphadora Weasley."