The sound of a gun shot cracks through my skull and pain rages through my abdomen. I clutch my stomach and fall to my knees. "H-Harry?" I scream in pain, I look over my shoulder to see Harry's green eyes fading. "H-Harry, h-help my b-baby!" I cry clutching my stomach again. Harry looks down at my hands and he winces, his face drops and his eyes grow red, a single tear slides down his cheek as he steps closer to me. He grabs my frail body and carries me to his car. "H-Harry, help our b-baby, p-please!"