Harry lay on the couch, his breathing quick and shallow as contractions intensified. Orion stood at his side, his face a mask of concern but his presence calming. The healer, a calm and experienced professional, moved efficiently around the room, preparing to assist with the birth.
"Alright, Harry," the healer said gently, positioning herself to help. "We're almost there. Just a few more pushes and we'll have your baby here."
Orion gently squeezed Harry's hand, offering words of encouragement. "You're doing great, Harry. Just focus on the healer's instructions."
Harry nodded, his face contorted with pain and determination. He took a deep breath and pushed with all his strength, a groan escaping his lips. The healer worked with practiced precision, guiding Harry through each contraction and ensuring everything was progressing smoothly.
After a final, intense push, the room was filled with the sound of a newborn's wail. The healer quickly cleaned and wrapped the baby, then handed him to Orion, who took the tiny, swaddled form with tender care. Orion's face softened with a mix of relief and awe as he looked at the baby.
Orion glanced at Harry with a relieved smile. "You did it," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "You did so well."
Harry, exhausted but beaming with joy, looked up at Orion. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice weak but full of gratitude. "We'll name him Regulus Black."
The healer continued to check on both Harry and the baby, making sure they were stable and healthy. Orion held the baby close, sharing a quiet moment of pride with Harry, who watched with a tired but content smile.