"Harry, are you kidding me? James Sirius Potter? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard, and I grew up with Percy Weasley, the freakin crowned king of stupid. I just don't see why we can't come up with our own damn names," Ginny shouted. She was pacing in front of Harry on a rainy Saturday four months before their baby was due, arguing about what to name their first son.

"Because, Gin," explained an exasperated Harry, "A name is a powerful thing, it might as well mean something to us."

"To you, not us. Besides, who wants to be named after someone who was locked up in Azkaban for twelve years. Oh yeah, sign me up for that," Ginny whined sarcastically. Harry had an obvious problem with baby name books.

Walking up to ashelf lined with various volumes on the far side of the sitting room, Ginny sighed, "There are plenty of good names in here." And she pulled a small paperback picturing a cute baby on the fornt of the top shelf.

"This is how I got my name ... so it's perfectly okay. Let's see," Ginny mumbled, thumbing through the pages pf the book, "Ahh, see? How about Johnny, or Brandon? Or ... nevermind, I'll never name my child Micheal ... See though! Normal, functioning, real names!" Ginny reasoned, forcing the book into Harry's hands.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes, but wouldn't it be an honor to have someone name their daughter after you?"

"'Cept of course, your dad and Sirius aren't around to appreciate the sentiment," retorted the red head.

Saucily, Harry snapped, "Would you prefer Ronald George?" Ginny laughed.

"As if! Well, I suppose we can settle on James Sirius ... I mean, we can always call him Jamie or whatever. Just don't name our next boy Albus Severus or something ..."

Harry laughed, "That's exactly what I had in mind!"

"Y'know," Ginny thought aloud, "Maybe Ronald George isn't half bad." Harry laughed, rolling his eyes, and Ginny giggled contently.