A Family Tradition

Chapter 1

A Baby Boy Named James Potter

"Hermione, I swear we have the most amazing baby I have ever seen. All the nurses agree, The 'New Potter' is the talk of the whole hospital," said Harry with the most proud-new-father grin on his face.

"Hmm, well tell the hospital for 18 hours of labor I'm very glad to hear our son is amazing, because his mother here amazes herself with what she went through," Hermione sighed, and tried too keep herself upright, because she was falling asleep with her eyes open, tired from all that labor.

"You know I think you and James are the most amazing people I know. I can't believe you've just noticed how amazing you are!" Harry said leaning over and kissing Hermione's forehead remembering the sweat that had dotted it not but one hour ago

Hermione smiled as Harry's lips brushed her forehead," Have you finally decided on James, oh Harry I think that's absolutely wonderful."

"Well," blushed Harry, "I decided to take you up on what you screamed at me not two minutes before he was born." And in a very mimicking tone of a women in labor, repeated", Dammit Harry you can name our baby whatever you want, just make all this bloody pain stop." He remembered like he was there again what had happened next.

After Hermione said those words, she screamed, the nurses gasped (as if they'd never seen a baby born before), and all that met Harry's ears after that, was the sound of his baby's cry. Shortly after that his son was placed in his arms by the doctor. Still fresh from his mother he was tinged pink and his little mop of hair, already jet-black, was shown as very untidy on his small head.

"Well," said Hermione, bringing Harry back from his reverie, "he still needs a middle name. What goes with James?"

"You know I forgot about that, it took me a whole 40 minutes of walking through the hospital and standing at that window looking at my beautiful son sleep that it really never crossed my mind. I guess I was so happy I thought up James, even though it was an obvious choice, I got too excited to remember I had a whole other name to think up."

"I can help you if you'd like," said Hermione jokingly, "you know he's my son too and you already thought up the most important name." Thinking that Harry was a little thick not to think of asking her.

"Will you? I am really having a hard time on this," Harry said almost feeling relieved.

"Harry, your acting as if you think I depend on you to do this all yourself," Hermione giggled a bit, "of course I'll help you."

"Right," said Harry, "I guess I was being a prat, I mean really it's just a name right?"

"I guess, but remember we can't give our child a name that can easily be made fun of or anything. Names get really important to children at certain ages," said Hermione rather exposing her know-it-all tone that came from her job most likely.

"Now who's being a prat," said Harry simply smiling. That ended up earning him a well-aimed pillow in the face.

"I think we should give him a name that has meaning to us, like using someone who's always been important to use' name or something," said Hermione with a dreams look in her eye.

"Well, with that in mind how about James Albus Potter?"

"No, it just doesn't flow well, though Dumbledore is very important to us," said Hermione still thinking.

"Okay, James Remus Potter, or James Sirius Potter perhaps?"

"No, though that would be a total marauder name, yes, nice thought, but it just isn't clicking. Besides you know the fight Sirius would pick with Remus if we used Remus' name instead of his, we'd never hear the end of it. Try someone who's dead or historical," said Hermione trying to avoid hurt feelings.

"This one's ancient, James Nicholas Potter," said Harry a hopeful gleam in his eye.

"Well, close, but wait I've got it!" squealed Hermione feeling quite pleased yet surprised, "Harry how could we have missed it, as with James, it's just so obvious!"

"Come on you know I can't stand suspense, what is it," said Harry now looking at Hermione as if was going to announce the King of the World.

"James Godric Potter," said Hermione, "'it's just perfect," with a self- satisfied smile plastered across her face.

"Wow, that was obvious, Hermione, it is truly perfect," said Harry slapping his forehead then kissing Hermione.

"Nurse," called Hermione as she threw some blue powder in a little hole in the wall and rose out of it the nurse's hologram, "I have some great news about our son," Hermione quite happily for a women who was dead tired after all her labor, even though she took a very short half hour nap before Harry returned.

"Yes," replied the nurse getting out a paper and pen to take notes, "and what is the news about your son Mrs. Potter?"

Hermione smiled even brighter as she was addressed as Mrs. Potter at the ministry she was Mrs. Ganger because of work issues with two Potters in the same building, "Well you asked us about the announcement of our son's birth for the Daily Prophet, and it is my pleasure to tell you that you can call and say his name is James Godric Potter born 2:46 AM at St. Mungo's hospital on August 31, 2015." (I have changed Hermione and Harry's year of birth to coincide with mine, which is 1989 so I can relate the time period to my own for less confusion on my part. Point being they are 25 not 35).

"No need to call really, the 100 downstairs will be delighted to relay the message to all of wizarding Europe I presume," said the nurse smiling, "oh and once again congratulations, and the nurse obviously left the blue-powder-call because her hologram disappeared."

"Herm, I'm going to go owl Ron and Lavender to get their arses over here pronto to see our new son. "As Harry started to leave he kissed Hermione and magically refilled her water glass and pitcher for her.

As Harry left the room she called out, "Harry are you sure Lavender isn't down with the other 100 reporters from the Daily Prophet, and also are they really going to be up, it's 4 in the morning?" Asked Hermione.

"No, she's already on Maternity leave from the Daily Prophet, I think that she only has 6 weeks left or so, and I'm sure Ron's already up getting ready for work. Even if he isn't he will be getting his arse down here, I think James is more important than his beauty sleep, bye." And with that Harry left.

Hermione had completely forgotten for a moment that Lavender was also going to have a new baby of her own soon. Lavender had also spread the word very quickly that she was expecting a baby girl. Hermione hoped Lavender hadn't already painted a room in her house pink, with frills, and bought 1,000 Barbies. Hermione had made it clear to her doctors even though they could tell her first check-up the gender of her baby, that she didn't want to know. Hermione then rolled over and slept, dreaming longingly of her new family. James playing with Ron and Lavenders daughter in their yard, James leaving for Hogwarts, seeing the fatherly-pride-smile that would glow over Harry's face as he watched his son play quidditch. She dreamed of how wonderful James would be and how wonderfully complete her life felt at the moment. With that she moved a bit in her deep slumber as someone walked into her room