Lord Voldemort paced frantically outside of the delivery room in his top-secret lair. "WORMTAIL!" he shouted, "WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG?"
Wormtail, better known to most in the Wizarding World as Peter Pettigrew, came running over, his face contorted with anxiety. "M-m-master, the birthing process takes time, you see..."
"MY WIFE IS A WEASLEY!" Voldemort shouted, "They're known for their ability to reproduce with ease...a fine pure-blood family..." Sweat began to form on his undead brow. "Pettigrew, what if my love dies?"
Peter shuddered at the very thoughtsuch an event would unleash anger terrible to beholdbut as the Dark Lord leaned in for a hug, embraced him anyway. "There, there, master," he said, patting Voldemort's back, "all will be well, in time."
