Rodolphus hummed softly, the sound blending with his daughter's infectious giggles. Hope had just turned one—a milestone that marked a year of navigating parenthood alongside Harry Potter. The war against Tom Riddle was over, and for the first time in their lives, family took precedence over survival.

The peaceful moment was shattered when Rabastan staggered out of the bathroom, pale and trembling. He barely made it to the bed before collapsing onto it with a groan.

Rodolphus was at his side in an instant. "Rabastan, what's wrong?" he asked, concern knitting his brows together.

Rabastan clutched his stomach, his expression twisted in discomfort. "I don't know, Rod. I feel awful."

Frowning, Rodolphus flicked his wand, casting a quick diagnostic spell. The glowing results appeared midair, and his jaw nearly hit the floor.

"Rab…" Rodolphus started, struggling to process the words in front of him. "You're pregnant."

Rabastan's head snapped up so fast it was a miracle he didn't get whiplash. "I'm what?!"

Rodolphus let out a nervous chuckle. "You're having a baby. And, uh… it's Harry's."

Silence hung between them for a long moment. Then Rabastan's stunned expression twisted into something far more dangerous. "I'm going to kill him."

"Let's not be hasty," Rodolphus said, fighting back laughter even as his own shock lingered.

"Not be hasty?!" Rabastan exploded. "Rod, I watched you go through this! It was a nightmare!"

Rodolphus waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, please. I had complications. You'll be fine."

Rabastan glared at him, unconvinced. "Fine? I'll believe that when I survive it."

Rodolphus smirked. "Well, let's tell Harry. But let's make it dramatic."

Rabastan groaned, running a hand down his face. "This better be worth it."

Moments later, they returned to the sitting room, both barely holding in their amusement. Harry, who had been playing with Hope, noticed their suspicious expressions immediately. He raised an eyebrow. "What did you two do?"

"Nothing," Rodolphus said far too casually, settling beside Harry and resting his head on his shoulder.

Rabastan mirrored the gesture, sighing theatrically. "Harry, do you think you're ready for another baby?"

Harry blinked. "Wait… what?"

Rodolphus grinned. "Rabastan has something to show you."

With a resigned sigh, Rabastan flicked his wand, recasting the diagnostic charm. The glowing letters confirming his pregnancy shimmered in the air.

Harry stared. His face drained of color. "I—wait, what?" He turned to Rabastan, then back to the floating words, then back to Rabastan. "You're pregnant?!"

Rabastan slowly turned to glare at Rodolphus. "This is your fault."

Rodolphus spluttered. "My fault?! How exactly is this my fault?"

Before Rabastan could respond, Harry swayed… and promptly fainted, collapsing into Rodolphus's lap.

Rabastan stared at Harry's unconscious form, then snorted. "Yeah. He definitely wasn't ready for that."