Rodolphus hummed softly, his daughter's giggles filling the room, her joy contagious even though she couldn't see. Hope had just turned one—a milestone in a year filled with parenting alongside Harry Potter. The war with Tom Riddle was over, and the focus was now on family.
Rabastan suddenly staggered out of the bathroom, pale and trembling, collapsing onto the bed. Rodolphus rushed over, concerned. "Rabastan, are you okay?" he asked, his tone laced with worry.
Rabastan groaned, clutching his stomach. "I don't know, Rod. I feel awful."
Frowning, Rodolphus flicked his wand to cast a diagnostic spell. The results appeared in glowing letters, and his jaw dropped. "Rab… you're pregnant."
Rabastan's head snapped up, his expression frozen in shock. "I'm what?"
Rodolphus couldn't help but laugh nervously. "You're having a baby. Harry's baby, no less."
Rabastan's wide-eyed stare turned to anger. "I'm going to kill him!"
"Relax," Rodolphus said, still chuckling, though his own surprise lingered. "It's not that bad."
"Not that bad?!" Rabastan exclaimed. "I watched you go through this, Rod! It was a nightmare."
"Well, I had complications," Rodolphus said with a dismissive wave. "You'll be fine."
Rabastan didn't look convinced. "Fine? I'll believe that when I see it."
"Let's tell Harry," Rodolphus suggested, though he couldn't resist smirking. "But let's make it dramatic."
Rabastan groaned but agreed, muttering, "This better be worth it."
They walked back to the group, both trying to suppress laughter. When Harry saw their odd expressions, he raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," Rodolphus replied too casually, sitting beside Harry and resting his head on his shoulder.
Rabastan mirrored the gesture, his voice strained. "Harry, do you think you're ready for another baby?"
Harry blinked, confused. "Wait… what?"
Rodolphus grinned mischievously. "Rabastan has something to show you."
Rabastan sighed, casting the charm again for Harry to see. The glowing letters confirming the pregnancy made Harry's face drain of color.
"I—wait, what?" Harry stammered, his voice rising in disbelief. "You're pregnant?!"
Rabastan glared at Rodolphus. "This is your fault."
"My fault?!" Rodolphus shot back, indignant. "How is this my fault?"
Before Rabastan could respond, Harry suddenly fainted, collapsing into Rodolphus's lap.
Rabastan snorted. "I guess he wasn't ready for that news."