As they reached the corridor leading to the hospital wing, Snape paused. His usual sternness was replaced by an unusual urgency. He pulled out his wand and quickly cast a spell to send a message.

"Stay close," Snape instructed Harry, his tone gentle but commanding. He kept a steady hand on Harry's back, guiding him forward.

The message he sent was brief but to the point: *Sirius and Regulus, urgent. Harry has been injured. Please come to Hogwarts immediately.*

Once the message was dispatched, Snape led Harry into the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was already bustling about, her sharp eyes widening as she took in Harry's distressed state.

"Professor Snape, what happened?" Madam Pomfrey demanded as she began examining Harry.

"There was an accident in Potions class," Snape explained, his voice strained with concern. "Someone threw an object into Potter's cauldron. He's injured and in need of immediate attention."

Before Madam Pomfrey could respond, the door to the hospital wing swung open. Sirius and Regulus hurried in, their faces etched with worry. They quickly moved to Harry's side.

"Harry!" Sirius exclaimed, his voice trembling with concern. "What happened?"

"Some Slytherin threw something into my potion," Harry said weakly, his voice quivering. "I'm okay, really."

Suddenly, Harry's face contorted with a sharp, unbearable pain. He gasped and clutched his side, tears streaming down his cheeks. "It hurts so much…"

Regulus immediately knelt beside Harry, his eyes filled with alarm. "I'm here, Harry. Just breathe."

Without warning, Harry felt a sudden, uncontrollable rush of fluid. His eyes widened in shock. "My water broke—" he managed to gasp before his breath hitched in a sob.

Madam Pomfrey's face turned pale as she quickly assessed the situation. "Oh no, Harry, the shock must have triggered premature labor. We need to prepare for this to take a while."

Harry's breaths came in frantic gasps as he gripped Regulus's hand. "It's too early. I can't—"

"You're going to be alright," Madam Pomfrey said soothingly, though her expression was serious. "We'll take it step by step. I'll do everything possible to keep both you and your baby safe."

Sirius, struggling to contain his anxiety, turned to Regulus with a determined look. "I need to contact the Headmaster. We need additional help."

Regulus, his face a mask of concern, kept a steady hold on Harry's hand. "Just focus on Harry and the baby. We'll handle the rest."

Snape, his usual composure slipping, stood by with an air of resolve. "I'll take care of the situation with the Slytherin. For now, focus on getting Harry through this."

As Madam Pomfrey worked swiftly to prepare for the delivery, Harry continued to cry softly, holding tightly to Regulus. The hospital wing was filled with a tense but focused energy, everyone committed to ensuring the safety of both Harry and the baby.