"Rodolphus, how are you feeling? Are you okay?" Harry asked, his voice laced with worry.

"I'm fine, just tired," Rodolphus grumbled, clearly irritable. "Thanks to the ward magic, I was feeling better until now."

Rabastan let out a quiet chuckle. "Come sit. You can rest while we talk."

Rodolphus reluctantly sank down, resting his head on Harry's shoulder, his eyes slipping shut.

Rabastan gave Harry a pointed look. "So, want to tell me about the other ring?"

Harry swallowed nervously. "Well, I'm a Potter. My magic sees that you both need protection."

Rabastan's frown deepened. "I understand, but are you sure you want two? My brother and I have shared everything all our lives."

Harry gave a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood. "If we were alone, I'd show you just how much I want you with us."

Rabastan's eyes widened in shock. "Oh hell no, not ever," he snapped, glaring at Harry.

Harry chuckled again, but Rabastan's irritation was clear. "Your brother said the same thing."

Rodolphus stirred, his voice thick with exhaustion. "Will you stop yelling, please?" he muttered, squinting at them.

Rabastan mumbled an apology, clearly annoyed at himself.

Harry's hand instinctively went to Rodolphus's arm. "Are you okay?" he asked gently.

Rodolphus winced. "My head hurts."

Rabastan sighed, his voice apologetic but worried. "The wards take a lot out of him, but he's always been hit harder, especially now that he's pregnant."

Harry's expression tightened. "Come on, Rod, back to bed. Rabastan, follow us."

Rodolphus stood, leaning on Harry for support as he moved slowly but steadily toward the bed.

The Dark Lord watched them go, his eyes troubled. "Lucius, get the healer's reports on Rodolphus's pregnancy. He's too tired and sick. I'm worried."

Rodolphus collapsed into the bed, clutching his pillow. Harry whispered to Rabastan, "Show him why you're the top."

Rabastan groaned, his tone serious. "Harry, after this, you better have used protection."

Harry chuckled softly. "I did. No worries there."

But suddenly, Rodolphus woke with a violent cough, turning to be sick over the side of the bed.

Rabastan sprang into action, cleaning up the mess as Harry rushed to Rodolphus's side. "What's wrong?"

Rodolphus groaned in agony. "It hurts." His eyes flickered downward, noticing the wetness on his pants.

Everyone froze as they looked down to see blood. Harry's face drained of color. "I need to get Tom and call for the healer—another healer as well!"

Tom appeared almost immediately, his expression grim as he assessed the situation. "Call for the healer and another one. The first one might not make it tonight."

Tom's frown deepened as he quickly called for help. The new healer arrived, moving with urgency. "What's going on?" she asked, her tone sharp.

Rabastan shouted frantically, "Hurry! He's bleeding!"

The new healer's face blanched. "Move! I need to perform spells to prevent a miscarriage."

She worked quickly, stabilizing Rodolphus before turning to the others with a frustrated look. "Why didn't you say anything? He's been in this condition for weeks. The old healer assured me he was fine."

Tom glared at the old healer, casting a binding spell on him. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice cold with fury.

The new healer focused entirely on Rodolphus, her attention unwavering. "He's stable now, but he needs supervision for at least eight weeks to ensure he's okay. He needs someone with him at all times to make sure nothing happens."

Harry nodded quickly, his heart still racing with worry. "Is he going to be okay?" he asked, his voice tight with anxiety.

The new healer met his gaze, giving him a reassuring, if strained, smile. "He will be."