Harry and Ginny were sitting by his parents' graves, like they did often. Harry was twirling his wand absentmindedly, creating lilies and petunias on his mother's grave. Ginny was deep in thought.
"Harry." She said suddenly.
"Yeah, Gin?" Harry yawned.
"I have something to tell you." She said quietly. "I wanted your parents to hear."
"What is it, love?" Harry asked worriedly.
"I'm pregnant. I've already checked, and I think it's a boy."
Harry kissed her. "I finally get the family I never had."
"I was thinking James-"
"-Sirius."
