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Yes, she does.

A few days later, Rose gave birth to a new son for the Voldemort army. She's got to hold her firstborn son for only ten minutes until a death eater takes the child away. Taking him to the farm, where a select few mind-control muggles are taking care of the growing babies.

Rose looked at the crying newborn as he reached toward its mother. The muggle nurse standing next to her looked blank. "Congratulations... You can go rest. It's better to sleep your pain away and let him rest with the other kids." The mindless human servant said it in a monotone voice.

As her son is taken out the door, tears stream down her eyes. The quick hormonal changes she has faced the last couple of days on top of having the child. Rose waved bye to her son with a weak oath. "I promise I'll see you, my son. Don't worry. You will grow up to be a powerful young man. You won't grow up like your old man." Her whisper is quiet, but a sharp scream rips through her body. Knowing this, she is talking about herself.

Trying her hardest not to let out another gut-wrenching howl, Rose closed her legs together and shivered in anguish. She covers up, never expecting her life to turn into whatever the hell this is.

The following week...

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