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The Name is the Thing by thisheidi

Format: Novel
Chapters: 2
Word Count: 1,645
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence

Genres: General, Humor
Characters: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, OC
Pairings: Other Pairing

First Published: 05/01/2011
Last Chapter: 05/09/2011
Last Updated: 05/09/2011

Summary:
A name is a very important thing, it defines who someone is or what something is.


Chapter 1: The Birth of a Legend
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A young woman, heavily pregnant with her first child, stumbled down a long, curving, dirt path. She had to find shelter soon. The pains in her stomach were growing stronger with every step she took. She was running out of time and she was frightened. The wind whistled through the forest around her. She had no knowledge of where she was or how long she had been walking. The forest was growing darker and the woman was grateful that it was not raining as it had been for several days before. At least the weather was on her side.

The path curved several more times before the woman saw a small cottage with smoke rising from the chimney. Thankful tears swam in her eyes as she quickened her pace, desperate to reach it before her legs decided they could carry her no further.

Pounding on the door, she screamed, “Help me, please, I need help!”

Within moments, the woman heard someone moving about behind the door, and a candle had been light, the light from it flowing from the window.

“Who’s there?” A male voice asked from the other side of the closed door. “What do you want?”

“Please,” the woman cried out anxiously, “you have to help me. I’m pregnant and the baby is coming.”

The door flung open reveling a man in this late twenties, with a thick beard, wearing nothing but some wore slacks and holding a sword. His eyes widened when he saw the woman, who was now doubled over in pain, holding her protruding stomach. He scanned the area around the woman making sure that there was no one laying in wait for the opportunity to attack.

Seeing that the woman was alone he quickly picked her up and moved into the cottage, kicking the door shut behind him. He gently placed the woman on the bed, and then went to heat some water and gather a few pieces of cloth and some towels.

When he returned, the woman’s face had paled considerably. He dipped one of the cloth pieces in a bucket of cold water, squeezed the excess water out, and placed the cloth across the woman’s forehead.

“What is your name?” The man asked in a gentle voice.

“Tamara,” she answered through gritted teeth as another, fiercer, pain rippled through her body. “Tamara Gryffindor.”

“My name is Pierce Bangalore,” he said with a smile. “I’ve never done this before, help bring a child into the world that is. Though I have watched my mother help my aunt. We may be in for a long night. Just get as comfortable as you can. You’ll get through.”

As the night went on, the pains became stronger and stronger. Then just as the sun broke the horizon, the cottage was filled with the cries of an infant boy.

“Well, he has certainly got a set of lung on him,” Pierce said laughing. “Here you are Tamara, here is your son. He sounds very healthy.”

“He is beautiful,” Tamara said softly, taking her son into her arms and looking at him for the first time, tears of joy rolling down her face.

“He looks like you, he has your nose, and you both have very blonde hair,” he said smiling broadly as he watched the new mother rock her son. “What are you going to call him?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t really thought about it. He needs a good name, a strong name.” speaking slowly, as her mind raced with possibilities.

“Well, maybe you should name him after his father, most men name their first son after themselves.”

Tamara laughing, “I’m not doing that, his father’s name is Dronic, and he’s a right prat, if you ask me.”

“Dronic? Really? What kind of a name is that? Who would do that to their child? That’s a horrible name. No, definitely not, Dronic is out of the question.” Pierce gestured for Tamara to hand him the child.

Smirking she handed her baby to him, “Well, what do you think?”

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to put him back in until you think of a name,” he said jokingly as he moved from the bed, lifting a corner of the blanket.

“You can’t put him back. It hurt enough going the other way!” Trying hard to control her laughing. She thought it crazy that they had only just met and already she felt much more comfortable around him then she did most her friends, including her son’s father.

“Fine, have it your way then. He still needs a name though, something that goes good with Gryffindor,” he paused thinking, walking around the room with the baby trying to comfort him, muttering names under his breath. “How about Brattice, what do you think, son?” The baby answered by crying louder. “I don’t think he likes that one. Okay, how about Donald, Donald Gryffindor? No, that doesn’t sound right.” All at one Pierce had a look of awe on his face. “I know, tell me what you think Tamara, how about Godric.”

“Godric Gryffindor,” Tamara repeated the name to herself, holding her arms out to take the baby. “What do you think of that little one?”

The boy gave a small hiccup and settled in his mother’s arms.

“Well, I think that answers it,” Pierce said “Godric it is.

 


Chapter 2: His Long awaited Daughter
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Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter; I just play with the people when I get lonely.

Gabrielle Ravenclaw sat holding her youngest daughter for the first time. This labor had been the easiest and shortest of all her children. She was exhausted but there was no time to rest yet.

“Glenda,” she called out.

“Yes my lady,” the servant answered promptly, scurrying into the room.

“Could you tell Lord Ravenclaw that I am ready for him?”

“Yes my lady,” Glenda answered before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.

Gabrielle sat up straighter on the bed, using her free hand she brushed the sweat dampened hair out of her face. This birth may have been easier than the previous four but it was still quite painful and extremely tiring.

“Love?” Derrick Ravenclaw poked his head around the now slightly cracked door. Gabrielle smiled at her husband, beckoning him into the room. Seeing her smile, his mind, body and heart began to relax. “Oh love, I was so worried. I didn’t hear her cry like I did with the other children. Are you all right? Is the baby all right? Are you well? Is the baby? Is it another boy, or do I finally have a daughter?”

“My Lord.”

“Yes dear?”

“You’re rambling.”

“My apologies.”

“It’s quite alright Derrick. Would you, would you like to hold her?”

“Her?”

“Yes, her darling.”

“I, I have a daughter? I have a daughter! Yes, yes I would love to hold her!” He gently took his infant daughter in his arms, examining her facial features he proclaimed, “She looks like me.”

“She is almost a perfect copy of you. The only difference so far is the shape of her eyes.” Gabrielle said smiling. Derrick had been hoping for a daughter since their first son, Darren was born. Three children later, he finally had one.

“Have you any names in mind for her?” Derrick questioned.

“I was thinking of Emma, but she just doesn’t look like an Emma. She cried when I called her Sarah, or Beatrice. Do you have any names?”

“Well,” he sat down on the bed next to his wife, “we could name her after my mother.” The little girl opened her eyes, looking at her father, as if she was suddenly very interested in her parents’ conversation. “What do you think my daughter? How do you like the name Rowena?”

The little girl gave a small smile and waved her arms in the air. Her father placed his hand on her stomach, and the girl wrapped her tiny hand around his forefinger. “I think she likes it love.” He leaned closer to his wife so she could see the look on their daughter’s face.

“Yes, I do believe she does. Happy birthday Rowena Ravenclaw.” Gabrielle smiled at her daughter in her husband’s arms, and tried to stifle a yawn.

“Tired my lady? You didn’t get much sleep last night, and you were doing some incredibly tiresome work.” Lord Ravenclaw asked, already knowing the answer.

“Very, you wouldn’t mind if I rested a bit before we announce her?”

“Not at all, I will send one of the chamber maids to help you back to our bedroom, and I will also instruct one of the children’s nurses to come sit with Rowena, only waking you if she needs to be feed.” He handed the child to his wife, placing a kiss on both of their foreheads, before turning and striding out of the room.

“You know Rowena, if your father wasn’t so dignified I bet he would have skipped out of this room shouting at the top of his lungs that he finally has a daughter.” Gabrielle said to her once again sleeping baby.

A voice sounded from the hallway, “I heard that!”

Chuckling Gabrielle placed her daughter against her chest and slid down to a laying position in the bed, waiting for the servants to come take her to her bedroom where she could get some well deserved rest for the first time since she found out she was with child.


A/N My beta is my fiancé, who is in the military. The reason I am saying this is because she works several days at a time with out coming home and with little contact besides emails and a few text messages. When she is gone is when I write, but when she’s home it’s all about us spending time together. Please understand that there won’t be updates when she is home.

 


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