(A/N: sorry if this is not the accurate account of how a multiple birthing goes… I've never had or witnessed a Multiple birthing more less a regular birthing. If you know any improvements to be made, please do tell)

"Albus, I don't think I can do this!" She said exhaustedly.

"Yes, You can, Love! Come on! You've given birth to three children already. The worst is over, only two more to go," he said lovingly pushing the sweat soaked hair away from her face.

"Oh please, Albus," she pleaded, grasping his hand close to her face, "I don't think I'm going to make it,"

"What makes you say that? Stop speaking like that, of course you'll make it," he replied calmly, "Here, drink some more of this,"

"No, I can't,"

"Come on, dear," he said supporting her neck to the liquid.

The veins in her eyes were shot and purpley with the stress, she was sweating horribly and there was blood everywhere, yet to him. she was beautiful right now, in the middle of birthing his five children. The first had been the hardest for her, like birthing a firstborn is. The rest had been coming easier, but she had been losing blood. They had wanted to do a cesarean, but she didn't feel it was necessary. Healers would be there, and with magic, it would be rare if impossible to lose a mother, even in a situation as this. Now in this pain, she wished she could have been asleep.

It hadn't been the best pregnancy ever. She had stopped teaching late February as she had begun to show. As was mentioned before, few knew who she was married to or that she was married at all so she stopped teaching before anyone knew about her pregnancy. Anyone who knew Minerva McGonagall (Dumbledore) would never believe it anyway, except perhaps Poppy who actually was here in the delivery room, watching her best friend give birth to five healthy children. She was not really supposed to be there, but she had been over visiting her friend when Minerva's water broke and had no choice but to help her arrive at St. Mungo's maternity ward safely.

Minerva screamed as the fourth was pulled from her womb.

"Oh please, Make it stop!"

"As great a wizard I am, I don't believe I can do that dear,"

Poppy shot him a glare. Dr. Dunlap looked up from his work. Poppy smiled gently and squeezed her hand.

"It's alright dear, one more, one more, you can do this,"

"One more… one more…" she breathed.

"We're losing her!"

"Minerva, come on baby, stay with us,"

"I'm here, I'm here," she said weakly.

"Come on, this is the last one and it's almost out. I can see the head!"

She collapsed in exhaustion as her fifth child was being cleansed. They feared she may have gone into a coma with all the blood loss, but the blood replenishing potion worked wonders. She fell into a deep sleep.

She woke up the following night, a full twenty-four hours later, terribly weak and incapacitated with the pain. She winced as she moved on the bed. The pain was unbearable and she passed out once again.

Her eyes opened to the beaming face of her beloved husband who was holding one of the sleeping infants in a nearby chair.

"How did I do?" she whispered weakly.

"Oh, my dear, you're awake!" he said gently, "Wonderfully!"

He looked at her tired, blackened eyes under a mop of hair that was pasted to her forehead. It reminded him of a time, during their seventh year, when she fell from her broomstick.

"What are they?"

"Humans,"

She smiled a bit.

"Please Albus, what are they?"

He kissed her on the forehead.

"Two girls and three boys, all healthy," he said smiling broadly.

"Oh," she sighed, "Three… boys…"

"Disappointed?"

"No… just… so… tired,"

"Mmm, wish you had had a cesarean?"

She shook her head, "Never,"

She looked at the sleeping child in his arms, "May I hold him?"

"Yes, yes of course," he said gently placing the infant in her arms so as not to wake it.

She kissed it, sighed and leaned back on the pillows contented. She began purring.

"Oh don't do that," he said.

She opened her eyes, "What?"

"Purr. It's what got us into this mess you know… it drives me wild," he said with a boyish grin.

"Albus… Dumbledore… How can you possibly… be… thinking…"

"I know dear… don't stress yourself, come now," he said taking the infant from her arms, "Go back to sleep"

"Oh please… don't take him so soon… I… just… met him,"

"Don't worry… we have the rest of our lives dear… the rest of our lives," he crooned as he watched his wife… drift… off… to sleep.