Harry woke with a start. "Sev, what—" he began, but his words trailed off as he bent forward, trying to ease the pain. "This hurts," he muttered.
Severus glanced at Rodolphus and Rabastan. "Can you get everything ready?"
Rabastan nodded. "I'll be back soon."
Severus took Harry's hand gently. "Harry, try to rest until your next contraction, love."
Harry nodded, closing his eyes as he tried to relax.
About an hour later, Harry woke with a groan. "This hurts, Sev," he whimpered, his voice strained.
Severus held his hand tightly. "I'm here, love."
Rodolphus took Harry's other hand. "I'll be here for you too."
As the day wore on, the contractions came closer together, and Harry groaned with each one, their intensity growing stronger. Severus, growing increasingly worried, kept a close eye on him.
After a particularly strong contraction, Harry looked at Severus, his face contorted with pain. "Sev, I want to walk, please."
They walked slowly, but soon Harry's water broke with a gasp. A contraction hit him with even greater force, and he cried out in agony.
Rodolphus squeezed his hand reassuringly. "You're doing great, Harry. Breathe through it—you've got this."
Harry huffed and struggled through the relentless contractions. The urge to push became overwhelming, and he cried out in pain.
"Push, Harry. You're doing so well. You've got this," Severus encouraged, his voice filled with determination.
As Harry pushed, he cried, "I can't, it hurts too much, Sev. Please, make it stop." He pushed again, his cries mingling with the exertion. Finally, with a cry of relief, he felt the baby come out.