Author's note: To anyone who took the time to read this, thank you! Ok, well, umm, this is my first Harry Potter story (its really the first story i've published here) and I have to say that it was made at Midnight on a cold Tuesday while I had a fever. I am a rabid HP fan and this came to me while I was browsing the search engine. Please read and review and I think flames are amusing so write them if it sucks!

DISCLAIMER: I'm American, an average kid and not J.K. THIS MEANS THAT I DON'T OWN IT PEOPLE! IF I DID THEN FRED WOULDN'T HAVE DIED! runs into room and mourns over Fred's death


"Please, Madam! You have to push! Once more…one two three…" The midwife stated calmly.

Ginny Potter was in labor with a baby boy. Harry was looking at her with kindness and support as she pushed to get the baby out. After moaning and screaming from his wife, he heard a small whimper and then a baby's cry. He looked and saw that a small, fragile boy was in Ginny's arms.

"What should we name him, Harry?" Ginny whispered weakly.

Harry thought for a moment, and after a few minutes of silence he said,

"James Sirius Potter, welcome to the world."

In the same room, two ghosts floated, invisible, behind Harry. Their names were James Potter and Sirius Black. Sirius was digging in his pockets and grumbling while James was grinning like a mad man.

"That's right, ten galleons, Padfoot. Don't grumble, you made the bet! And I got the first name! Now cough up!" James said with a sly expression on his face.