Harry looked at Rabastan. "Is there a problem, Rab? Are you jealous of your brother?"
Rabastan huffed. "No."
Severus* "Okay then."
Tom* "Well, Harry, I'm taking you off battle duty until you have that baby."
Harry huffed. "Of course," he muttered, glaring at Severus. "My Lord, I can still do easy missions. I'm pregnant, not dying."
Tom* "It's for your safety. You can help around here. Besides, you've got to keep the lower Death Eaters in line," he said with a smirk.
Severus rolled his eyes. "My Lord, please don't say that. Harry gets worked up," he said, glancing at Harry with concern.
Tom frowned. "Severus, can you explain?"
Harry huffed, glaring at Severus. "Don't."
Severus* "The healer said to stop using his magic as much. It's causing stress to his body."
Tom* "Well then," he said, looking at Harry with worry.
Harry* "I'm fine. Please leave it be, Sev."
Rodolphus* "Harry, they have a right to be worried about you. Please take it easy."
Time Skip*
Harry was now close to his due date, feeling agitated just by sitting next to Severus. He growled.
Severus moved away from him.
Harry huffed and lay down on the couch they were sharing.
Severus frowned. "Harry, is everything okay?"