::: Chapter 15 :::
"Come on dearie, just one last big push and you're there," a hunched, grey-haired woman sat at Bella's feet. The wrinkles on her face were prove of the many years that she has lived through. Regardless of the experience that she must have gained through the years of her life, she was still susceptible to Voldemort's Imperius curse. She had been brought to the Riddle Manor in the middle of the night while sitting alone by the fire sipping on butterbeer in front of her fireplace. She was a retired nurse, having gained much of her nursing experience while working at St. Mungo's.
"D—on't call me dearie!!' Bella said in between the breathing. 'What's happening?! What's happening?!" Bella screamed. The veins on her hands were threatening to burst as she gripped the sides of the bed tightly.
The woman did not answer to Bella's question, she merely repeated herself, "Come on…one big push."
"Arghh!! Get it OUT!! GET IT OUT!!!!" Bella screamed her lungs out as she propped herself on her elbows, trying to see what was going on down south. With a final push, Bella suddenly felt a moment of relief as the sound of a baby's cry reverberated through the room.
"It's a boy." The old woman said.
"It's a boy?" Voldemort suddenly appeared in the room.
"It's a boy," Bella echoed him.