|The Tomboy Who Lived
Author: Azura Rey PM
Interesting how the smallest of changes can have the largest repercussions. "James darling, tell me that name isn't on the birth certificate!"Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Humor - Harry P. & N. Tonks - Chapters: 4 - Words: 5,389 - Reviews: 27 - Favs: 75 - Follows: 128 - Updated: 10-25-10 - Published: 09-19-09 - id: 5388709
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The Tomboy Who Lived
Wherein James is an Idiot
Left-two-three-four, right-two-three-four, left-two – Remus' eye twitched involuntarily. "James, the mediwitch said that everything is fine," the werewolf scolded. "Will you please quit pacing?"
James paused. "Easy for you to say, Moony. It should be good enough that I'm not like Sirius there." The young Black scion was indeed worse off, Remus noted. He hadn't uttered a sound in over twenty minutes and appeared to be in shock. "Besides," James protested, "Lilyflower's giving birth! Have a heart, will you?"
"Lily's fine, James. And even if she wasn't, you wouldn't help her by pacing." James sighed wistfully. Grimacing, the more ragged brunette looked around the room. It really was too white, he thought.
In the far corner, Sirius paled and shuddered. The clock's ticking was obnoxiously loud, but a silencing ward prevented the Marauders from hearing the birthing room. Out of the corner of his eye, Remus observed Peter leading James to a chair.
Sirius whimpered pitifully and Remus fixed his gaze carefully on his shoes. The clock echoed in their ears.
"Mr. Potter?" James was out of his seat before his friends could blink.
"Is she- they- err… alright?" The nurse frowned.
"Your wife and child are both fine, Mister Potter." She pulled out a pristinely white quill, "I assume you've agreed upon a… Suitable name?"
James sagged relieved against a wall and responded. "Harry. Harry Potter." The nurse's visage transformed into a magnificent scowl, but she penned in the name.
"Mudbloods," she muttered loathingly, exiting the ward.
They entered the birthing room. Lily held the newborn close, her hair falling over her shoulders. Remus could see the captivated look on his friend's face. He locked eyes with his wife. "James," she sighed, "I can't begin to say how much I could trap you in here with me like the muggles do." He smiled nervously.
"So, this is Harry?" Peter asked leaning forward.
"Harry?" She gave her husband a horrified look. "Darling, tell me that's not on the birth certificate!"
James set his shoulders defensively. "What? Harry is a perfectly good name. A Potter name. You said you liked it, earlier."
Lily smiled forebodingly. "Remus, Peter, could you take Sirius and leave us a minute? I need to talk to my husband in private."
Peter skittered out the room and Remus politely excused himself, dragging the still vegetative Sirius behind him. The sound of the baby crying as the door closed woke him from his stupor. "Wait Remus! I didn't see my new godson!"