Teenage Rodolphus Lestrange stormed out of the healer's office in a huff, barely keeping his temper in check. His frustration simmered beneath the surface as the healer's endless questions and probing left him on edge. Across the room, Rabastan, his younger brother, sat next to their mother, Ginger Lestrange. Rabastan's eyes flicked nervously between Rodolphus and the healer, while Ginger kept a watchful eye, her posture rigid.
"Rodolphus, sit back down," Ginger commanded, her voice sharp and authoritative.
"No," Rodolphus snapped, his jaw tight. "I've had enough of this."
Without waiting for further protest, he Apparated away with a crack, the sterile healer's office disappearing from view. Moments later, Rodolphus landed clumsily in the Dark Lord's meeting room, stumbling slightly as he regained his balance. The sudden change in atmosphere was jarring. Death Eaters lined the long, dimly lit table, their conversation halting at the unexpected arrival.
"My Lord, apologies," Rodolphus mumbled, eyes widening as he realized he had interrupted a meeting. His heart raced with embarrassment and frustration.
Lord Voldemort, seated at the head of the table, raised a single eyebrow. "No worries, Rodolphus," he said, his voice deceptively calm. "But you look... off. What's the matter?"
Rodolphus ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "My mother dragged me to a healer for a check-up," he muttered, irritation clear in his tone. "It was pointless. I left before she could finish."
Voldemort's gaze sharpened. "Why a check-up? What's wrong?"
Rodolphus shifted uneasily, avoiding eye contact. "I've been feeling sick. She thought it was serious, I suppose. Doesn't matter. It's probably just nothing."
The Dark Lord dismissed the rest of his followers with a wave of his hand. "Leave us," he ordered, his voice low. Once the room cleared, he turned back to Rodolphus, eyes narrowing slightly. "You don't look well. I'm summoning my family healer. They'll check you over."
Rodolphus opened his mouth to argue, but the look Voldemort gave him silenced any protest. Reluctantly, he sat down, his mind still racing with anger and confusion.
Minutes later, the Riddle family healer arrived, wand in hand. Rodolphus sat stiffly as the healer murmured diagnostic spells, his patience wearing thin. Suddenly, the healer froze, eyes wide in disbelief.
"What?" Rodolphus demanded, his stomach twisting.
The healer looked up, their voice trembling slightly as they spoke. "You're... pregnant, Mr. Lestrange. Congratulations."
Rodolphus's world tilted on its axis. "Pregnant?" His voice was barely more than a whisper, shock and disbelief warring on his face. How could this be happening to him?
The healer nodded, oblivious to the whirlwind of emotions surging through Rodolphus. "I'll send the results to your family's healer immediately."
Rodolphus sat there, stunned, as the weight of the news settled in. This was the last thing he had expected.
