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How Harry's second son got his name

Harry paced the living room of the burrow. Ginny had insisted that each of their children be born in her childhood home, with the help of her mother and sisters-in-law, and so here he was, waiting. Waiting. Waiting. What was taking so long?

"What is taking so long?" Harry asked again, aloud. The other Weasley males were gathered around him.

"Relax, Harry, it'll be over before you know it," Bill tried to comfort him.

"It didn't take this long with James," he fretted.

"It hasn't been anywhere near as long as it took for Dominique to be born," the man raised a brow, "and just be glad you weren't around when the twins were born," his smile gained a hint of sorrow, as all Weasleys' expressions did when Fred the First was mentioned. "I think Mum was in labor nearly two days before they were both out."

"Two days," Harry squeaked. He couldn't do two days of this. And obviously Audrey and Gabrielle couldn't watch all of the Weasley-Potter children that long, as they were doing right now. Arthur was currently with them.

"It won't be two days," Percy looked up from his book, "from what Mum indicated when you arrived Ginny was fairly close to giving birth."

"Hey, mate, did you ever find out if it's a boy or a girl?" George asked, mischief working its way into his previously distracted expression.

"No, Ginny wanted it to be a surprise," Harry shook his head. Luckily, the wizarding world had color changing charms and painting wasn't too difficult with a wand, so they didn't need to worry too much about decorating the nursery.

"What do you think its gender is?" George continued.

"I think we're having a girl," Harry narrowed his eyes, "Why?"

"I'll bet you naming rights that it's a boy."

"No way," Harry disagreed, "Ginny would kill me, then Hermione, and then Molly."

"Nah, they don't need to know. I can just tell you the names very quietly once we know and you can tell Ginny."

"And if she wants to name him something else?" Harry brought up. The rest of the men just watched.

"Make something up," he shrugged, "come on, you don't think you're wrong, do you?"

"Well, no, but," Harry protested.

"That settles it then," George clapped his hands, "Come on, let's shake on it."

George reached out and clasped Harry's hand before Harry could come up with another excuse.

Harry returned to pacing, and Ron began trying to distract him from his worry.

Finally, Hermione climbed half-way down the stairs and smiled at the assembled crowd, whose attention she had without a word.

"Congratulations, Harry," she smiled at him, "it's a boy. A beautiful, healthy, baby boy."

The assembled Weasley clan broke into cheers and Percy headed out to the back to tell the others.

"Oh thank Merlin," were the first words out of Harry's mouth. Then, internally, he swore. He'd lost the bet. Ron drew him in for a hug, and clapped him on the back.

"May I come up?" He asked.

"Yes," Hermione nodded, "Ginny wants to see you."

"She's okay?"

"Tired, but fine," she reassured him.

As he moved to the stairs, George pulled him in for a hug and whispered into his ear, "Say hello to Albus Severus for me."

Oh Merlin, Harry thought, Ginny is going to kill me.