Harry sat in the classroom at Hogwarts, feeling utterly miserable, missing his papa and dad.
His stomach was tense, and he couldn't focus on anything but the discomfort running through him, growing and growing agitated.
Rubbing his lower belly, he tried to endure the pain, but it was too much to deal with on his own anymore.
As soon as class ended, he decided he needed help and wrote a letter to his father and papa, asking them to come get him and bring him home, explaining the pains.
Rabastan Lestrange was in his study with his fellow Death Eaters when Harry's letter arrived. Alarmed, he stood up and turned to his brother. "Rodolphus, we need to get our son. Something is wrong."
Rodolphus nodded, quickly making his way to the fireplace. They Flooed to Hogwarts to speak with the Headmaster, insisting on taking Harry home with them.
The Headmaster, seeing Harry's distress, reluctantly agreed.
As they Flooed back home with Harry, the journey exacerbated his pain, causing him to throw up as soon as they arrived home.
Rabastan swiftly cleaned up the mess and then knelt beside Harry, concern in his eyes.
Rodolphus asked, "Harry, what kind of pain are you feeling right now?"
Harry clutched his lower stomach. "It's tight… my lower stomach. Oh no," he huffed, bending over in agony just like in class.
Rodolphus took Harry's hand, trying to calm him. "Breathe, baby. In and out. You're going to be okay, I promise."
Harry whimpered, "I don't feel fine. This hurts so much, like so much pain and a tight feeling around me."
Narcissa Malfoy, who had been called over to help, observed Harry with a worried look. "Harry, when did this pain start?"
"This morning," Harry replied weakly. "It didn't seem bad, but now…" he moaned.
Narcissa's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Could you be pregnant, Harry?" she exclaimed.
Rodolphus frowned, looking at Harry. "Baby, have you had sex recently?" he asked worriedly.
Harry frowned and looked down. "Um, Ron Weasley kind of guilt-tripped me into it. He said he was a virgin and didn't like it because of my habit of, as he said, 'putting out,'" he scowled. "So I gave in. Definitely made him suffer though," he added with a chuckle.
Rodolphus's frown deepened. "Seriously, Harry?" he sighed. Rabastan chuckled, then laughed. "Only you would do that. Let me guess, a blond Slytherin hacked him black and blue?"
Harry grinned. "It was the best. Like he was so mad someone let me have him," he said with an eye roll.
Before Harry could respond again, he gasped in pain. "This hurts so much." He rolled his eyes at the thought of having a Weasley child, but the pain was evident. It was affecting him.
Rabastan held his hand tightly. "We're here for you, baby. I promise."
Rodolphus held him close.
A while later, the pain became unbearable for Harry. He screamed in both rage and agony, desperate for it to be over. "Make it stop! Good God!" he moaned.
Narcissa took charge. "It's time to push, Harry. So push."
Harry gripped his papas' hands, trying to stay calm. Rodolphus held his hand, whispering words of encouragement. "Just a bit more, baby. You got this," he said, rubbing his back.
Rabastan stood ready with a towel, prepared to catch the baby.
Harry pushed with all his might, tears streaming down his face from the intense pain. Finally, the baby slipped out, and Harry collapsed back, exhausted but relieved at the pain being gone.
"You did it," Rodolphus whispered, kissing Harry's forehead. "I love you."
Rabastan gently wrapped the baby in the towel, smiling down at his new grandchild in awe.
Harry looked up at them, tears of relief and joy mingling with the exhaustion in his eyes. "It's over," he whispered, a small smile forming on his lips. "Thank Merlin, it's over," he said, falling asleep with the baby.
