An elf had woken Bellatrix, telling her of the Weasley boy's condition. She grinned maliciously as she arrived to see the boy laying on his side, the baby low in his stomach and water rushing out of his ass. The witch was utterly thrilled as she walked up to the sweaty lad, remembering their deal. She smiled and lay down behind him, seemingly unbothered by her stenchy old cum soaking the mattress. She knew nothing about birthing a child, which is why there was currently an elf there to help. The woman whispered in Charlie's ear as one hand lightly touched his hugely swelled stomach. She could feel his belly button protruding as well.