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The Rise of the Drackens	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 769600 -:- Recommendations : 73 -:- Currently Reading : 221
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Last Time
Nasta made sure the twins’ bottles were within easy reach, that both baby monitors for both nurseries were on and registering noise, and he turned off the lamp that Harry had left on. He eased onto the bed, growling reassuringly to try and keep Harry asleep.
He shifted and made himself comfortable and then let out a breath. He curled up behind Harry and carefully slipped an arm over him and onto Blaise’s back. It felt good to touch them both when they’d been up here, away from him, for four hours. It felt good to touch them both, to smell them and reassure himself that they were both fine, despite their respective issues.
Nasta fell to sleep himself, content in the knowledge that his family were safe and that tomorrow, the first of November, everything would be fine and back to normal. All of them were due a good block of complete normalcy after everything they’d been through.
Chapter One Hundred-Eighteen – Court Talks

Harry was nervous that morning, and he knew that his mates could see it. It was now November, and all morning they’d kept shooting him looks, though they hadn’t actually said anything yet, but it was only increasing Harry’s nervousness. He hadn’t said anything to his mates about what he’d planned for today, because he didn’t want to mention it and then back out of it, which was looking increasingly likely as he picked at his lunch, his stomach tied in knots.
He leapt out of his skin and his breath hitched audibly when someone touched his back and he flinched away from them. Max, the one who had touched him, sat next to him, looking worried. Harry couldn’t meet his eyes, instead he stared at the table top.

“Harry, honey, are you feeling okay?” Max asked. “Did you have a nightmare last night?”

Harry nodded truthfully, looking at his plate before dropping his fork and pushing it away. He turned and wrapped himself around Max and thought about what he was planning to do. He knew he needed to do it, he knew he needed to tell them, but that didn’t make it at all easy and it didn’t make him want to rush to tell them either.

“Oh, love, why didn’t you say sooner?” Max asked him gently, clutching him tightly in his big, safe arms. Harry tried to burrow in deeper, squashing himself impossibly closer.

“I don’t want to talk about it just yet.” He said quietly, trying not to disturb his eating children.

“The kids will be going down for their naps soon.” Draco pointed out, trying not to push him, but giving him options if he needed them.

“I know.” Harry replied, keeping his face pressed against Max’s chest.

“Nas, get Harry some tea, please?” Max asked.

“No.” Harry said, and that really worried his mates, as he rarely ever refused tea.

“Harry, you’re worrying us now.” Blaise said, abandoning his own lunch in favour of Harry.

Harry shook his head. “Soon.”

“Soon what?” Draco asked.

“I’ll tell you soon.” He said desperately. “Just not right now.”

“Okay, I think everyone needs to back off.” Blaise said, making a conscious effort to control the urge to smother Harry. “Just…let’s calm down, finish lunch and get these kids up in their cots and down for their naps.”

“No naps.” Braiden took that moment to interject. “Daddy, no.”

That even made Harry peek out from Max’s chest and he managed a very small, weak chuckle.

“Well, I think the after lunch routine just got a little harder…and longer.” Draco said.

“Speaking of last night…” Max trailed off lecherously.

Harry managed a giggle at that and Max actually puffed up a little at managing to make Harry feel even slightly better.

“We won’t have to struggle to put them down today.” Harry said, resting himself back on Max.

“Are you planning on leaving them awake, or have you slipped them some sleeping draught?” Max teased.

Harry snorted. “Neither. Your parents are taking them off our hands for the afternoon.”

“They never said anything about it to me.” Max said, and Harry could actually hear his eyebrows lowering in confusion.

“I told them not to.”

“You wanted to surprise us.” Nasta said.

Harry sighed and looked at the clock. Myron and Richard would be here soon to collect the kids. It was now or never, he was committed and with the nightmare, his mates would be too curious to hide this any longer. They’d want to know why he’d had a nightmare out of the blue, they’d want to know what it had been about, or if anything had set him off. It was already too late to turn back now.

“It’s not so much a surprise, it’s more that I just couldn’t bring myself to say anything.” He admitted.

“Well, you now have our undivided attention. What is playing on your mind?” Draco asked him.

“Our attention is divided still. The kids need us, at least for a little while longer.”

“Do you need the nappy bags packed up?” Max asked by way of a distraction.

“I’ve done it already.” Harry said.

They were all silent, listening to the kids shriek and laugh as they ate their lunches, and played with their food, but they were interrupted by the floo chiming and Harry breathed deeply to calm himself as his heart automatically lurched in his chest.

“Boys?” Richard’s voice called out.

“Ganda!” Tegan shouted out.

“Ganda Itch!” Braiden joined in and Harry had to laugh as all the kids started clamouring.

Richard came jogging into the kitchen, his arms wide and he started making a fuss of the kids. Myron was calmer, but he was smiling at his mate.

“We’ll get them quickly over to ours so you can finish your talk.” Myron said. “Once they’ve finished eating, Richard.” He added as Richard went to take a fussing Calix from his highchair.

“He’s not going to finish eating now.” Richard said, as he undid the straps and Calix immediately got to his feet and stood up so that Richard could pick him up.

“I’m still a little confused.” Max said, still frowning.

“Oh, care bear, that’s not difficult to manage, is it?” Richard teased.

“Don’t call me that.” Max sighed heavily.

“What are you confused over?” Myron asked. “Harry, have you told them why we’re taking the kids this afternoon?”

Harry shook his head, still buried in Max’s chest.

“Do you still want to go ahead with this?” Richard asked as he held Calix securely on his shoulder. “You can change your mind, you know. It’s completely up to you.”

“Now is the right time, but that doesn’t make it easy.” Harry said.

“Is this about the court proceedings?” Nasta asked perceptively.

Harry nodded. Immediately Max held him tighter and his large hand stroked over his back, comforting him.

“I couldn’t say before…I…if I’d said anything about it, I might have backed out. I didn’t want to do that. So I…I sorted this out and set it up so that I could hold my nerve.”

“Right, we’ll get these kids gone now and you can say what you need to. We’ll have them back by seven in the evening.” Myron said authoritatively.

“Just remember, Harry, they’re in prison. They can’t hurt you anymore.” Richard told him as he picked up Tegan and then, with a smile, he left to floo them over to his home, where Ashleigh was waiting.

Myron went for Farren and Braiden, their two biggest boys, and then it was like a production line as Richard came back to collect Eva and Ave, then Myron was back to take Regan and Leolin, while Richard came back a final time to get the nappy bags. He was carrying a large folder and he handed it to Harry with a soft touch to his cheek and a kiss to the forehead.

“Remember your strength, Harry. I know that you can do this.” He said, before shouldering the bags and flooing out, leaving Harry still snuggled into Max, but on the settee in their living room and not in the kitchen.

“Do you want tea now, Harry?” Nasta asked. “Or do you want to just jump right in?”

Harry swallowed hard, which ultimately made up his mind for him as his mouth was so dry that his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.

“Tea please.” He forced out, as he clutched the folder in his hands in a white-knuckled grip.

Nasta nodded and went to sort out tea for everyone while his mates all settled around him on the one settee.
Their top dominant came back far too soon with a tray of tea and Nasta forced all of them to take a deep drink, which clued Harry in that he’d given them all a dose of calming draught for this talk. Once they had all settled, putting him in the middle so that they could hear him, and see the folder in his lap, they looked at him expectantly.

“I never wanted anyone to know about this.” Harry said softly.

“They deserved what they got for what they did to you.” Max told him.

Harry nodded. “Now on the other side of the court case, I’m glad that I sought justice. I wanted to forget about it, and about them. I never wanted it all dragged up again, I never wanted to relive those memories, it was painful enough the first time, without doing it all again. But I’m also glad that I’ve seen them punished for what they did to me, for everything they’ve caused me to suffer through during the fifteen years I was with them.”

“When you’re ready, Harry.” Draco told him when he’d fallen silent, reaching out to lay a comforting hand on his knee.

Harry nodded and reached out for his tea, so that he could wet his mouth a little so that he could talk. His mates were patient with him, even though he could feel the anxiousness all but oozing from them, and he was grateful to them for waiting for him to be ready. Or at least a little more settled as he would never fully be ready to do this. He knew the anger was about to seep in and he hated it, but at least telling them the truth of what he’d been through would go a long way to settling his mates and stopping them from thinking of all the awful imaginings that Harry knew they were doing when they thought he couldn’t hear them.

“I’m not really sure where to begin.” He admitted. “But the court case started with…with the bedroom.”

“Wherever you want to start is fine, Harry. We’ll keep up.” Nasta assured him.

They were sat so that they could each have the best view of him and the folder in his hands. Draco and Blaise, as the smaller dominants, were sat to either side of him. Nasta was beside Blaise, and Max was beside Draco.
Richard had told him that he’d left the folder in the order that it had been shown in the court, so Harry thought it would be best to follow the same order.
He opened the folder with a slow, shaking hand, and no one reacted as they saw the perfectly ordinary house. Harry flipped through these pictures quickly, showing all the lavish furniture, the five TV sets, the computers and the three perfectly ordinary bedrooms. He knew what was coming though, and as he flipped the page again he felt all four of his mates stiffen as they saw the door with the large padlocks and deadbolts attached, a little cat flap in the bottom.
Harry flipped the page again after a small pause to let them take it in and he could all but feel the tension in his mates as they saw the large, glossy photo of his plain, carpeted bedroom, so at odds with the rest of the luxurious house. His furniture was obviously second hand, his bed was clearly meant for a toddler and there were odd stains on everything; the carpet, the battered, worn furniture and even the walls. The bed was much too small for a teenager, the pillow was so old and used that it was flat, and he had a thin, ratty blanket for a duvet which wouldn’t have done anything to keep him warm…in fact it hadn’t, which was likely why he insisted on being near the middle of the bed, his mates around him to share body heat, with a nice, heavy duvet over him.

“They had a four bedroomed house, and I only got this spare room when I was eleven, and my Hogwarts letters started arriving.” Harry explained softly, breaking the tense silence.

“It’s too clean.” Nasta said. “It’s been bleached. You can see the paler marks on everything where the bleach has removed the colour.”

“The police saw it right away.” Harry nodded. “Apparently the room smelt so heavily of cleaning fluids they had to open the windows, but…they knew what to look for, and how to look for it. Just…please be calm.”

“I put calming draught in the tea.” Nasta told him. “We’ll be calm.”

Harry sucked in a breath, he could sense Nasta glaring at the others above his head, a silent warning to hold their tempers in check, just in case their emotions overwhelmed the potion in their systems.
Harry sighed and slid his finger under the edge of the page of the folder and turned it slowly to show the same photo that had been put up on the screen for the court. The one of his bedroom with all the carpet ripped up, with all the rust brown spots that had yellow numbered plaques by them that went up to twenty-three. Twenty-two of the marks were bloodstains, the twenty-third was the large stain in the one corner, that he’d been forced to urinate in. He could feel his face flushing with shame as he showed his lovers this picture. He wanted to slam the folder closed and hide from them.
He could see his mates’ eyes flicking through the stains, seeing the numbers going up to twenty-three, but it was the bloodstains that were the most numerous, they were all over the room, and Nasta’s hand reached out to take out the piece of paper tucked in to a plastic sleeve on the page opposite.

“What is this?” He asked, his voice very forcedly calm.

“Results of the independent court forensics.” Harry said quietly. “They dated the blood spots and found that they were all between nineteen-ninety and nineteen-ninety-six.”

Nasta read the report himself and Harry could almost see him checking off each documented numbered plaque and looking at the photo to see where it was located…and how big the stain was.
Richard had written under some of them, for his own benefit, the details of what had caused the bloodstains for the injuries which Harry had remembered. It was less than half, as he had been injured so often that they had all really blended into one, but having them forensically dated had helped him to narrow it down, especially the earlier marks, as the injuries back then had been few and far in between.
Harry touched his growing baby belly. He was almost at the end of the second trimester currently and his son was growing steadily, he wanted it to remain that way and this devolvement back into stress and upset was not going to help his little thunderer, who had already been having problems with his heartrate because of the stress of going through the court case in the first place. He wanted to get this done though, and he really hoped that it was only the one day of upset, he didn’t want this to drag on anymore.
He took the report from Max, who had read it with Draco and he slid it back into the folder before he turned the page.
This picture was of the closed cupboard door, it had a lock on the outside and Harry sighed.

“There’s no need to rush, take a breath.” Nasta encouraged him. “Or a drink of tea.”

Harry nodded and breathed deeply. He repeated the deep breath before he turned the page to show the opened cupboard door, how small and cramped it was, his filthy nest of hand-me-down clothes from Dudley and the one ratty blanket.

“They kept you in there?” Draco demanded, utterly horrified.

Harry nodded. “Until I was almost eleven. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t…when I didn’t sleep in the cupboard. I spent ten years in here and…and it is the one thing that has always stuck with me most. It’s why most of my flashbacks and nightmares are about the cupboard.”

“Seeing this, no one blames you for that.” Max said, an edge of a growl in his voice.

Harry gave him a worried look, but Max reached out and cupped his chin, stroking his thumb across the skin of Harry’s cheek. It made Harry smile softly.

“They deserved more than they got.” Blaise exclaimed harshly.

“They were brought to justice. They will now lose thirty years of their lives, of their freedom. That’s enough.” Nasta said sternly.

“It’ll never be enough for what they did to Harry.” Blaise argued. “An innocent child.”

Harry turned and kissed Blaise.

“I don’t need more justice, or even revenge.” Harry said. “They did what they did, and it made me who I am today. They have now been brought to justice and I want to bask in that for a bit and then forget the bastards ever existed. I’m better than they are, Blaise. I’ve always been better than they are.”

“You always will be.” Nasta declared. “You have your faults, everyone does, but their faults include child abuse and overall vileness. That automatically makes them worse than most ordinary people.”

Harry breathed out harshly and hunched his shoulders. “I don’t like thinking of any of this, but…I’m glad that you four stuck with me through everything. I don’t think I would have ever gone through with the court case if I never had you to come home to.”

“We would have done anything, given anything, to have supported you through that court case.” Draco told him. “I think that we all wish that we could have done more.”

“You did as much as I needed you to.” Harry told them firmly. “But for the most part, I had to do it on my own and I’m glad that you allowed me to do so, on my own terms.”

“We understood why you wanted to do it on your own. Sort of facing up to your past demons, but we were at least glad that you let us help you when you came home to us.” Nasta told him.

“I needed you all.” Harry said, looking at all four of them seriously. “I needed to come home, shrug off the court proceedings, and just…I don’t know, I just needed to be home, with my lovers and children. I needed the comfort and the normality of being home. You let me do what I needed to do in the courtroom, but you were here at home when I needed you to be too. I appreciated that more than you knew, I should have said more how much it made me feel better, and how it helped me through the long days in court, knowing that you were here for me at the end.”

“We wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else.” Max told him.

Harry took a breath and he knew what was next. “Please be calm. This next part is the worst. It…it details the physical injuries done to me over the years. There are photos.”

At once, his four mates all stiffened and he heard one of them swallow painfully, another was breathing fast and hard and Harry kept his eyes on the folder on his lap, trying to work up the courage to turn the page to what he knew was the first of the injuries. The hideous bruise over his little belly when he was six and the small holes in his back after he’d been backhanded and landed on a rake when he was eight years old.

“It…the physical abuse didn’t really start until I was eight and the…the food being withheld started when I was seven.”

“You’re stalling, Caru.” Nasta told him pointedly.

“Sorry, it’s just difficult. I’m trying to gather up the courage to turn the page.”

“You can do it, Harry.” Max told him, rather grave and serious for once.

“Take your time.” Blaise insisted, laying a hand to his lower back. “We’re here with you, and we love you.”

“Ti amo.” Harry said softly. He smiled when Blaise did and he took a breath and turned the page, showing the first of several dozen injuries he’d received as a child and young teenager.

“How did you get that bruise?” Blaise asked him.

“I was six in this photo. Almost seven. It was June, and it was Dudley’s birthday. He’d gotten a new cricket bat and he tested it out on me. I was thrown in the back garden for crying, and ruining Dudley’s day. I was trying to tend to my own injury when…when the neighbour saw me.”

“Wait, someone saw you? When you were six? Why the hell weren’t the police ever called, Harry?” Nasta asked him.

“She was very elderly, she’s the one who took all of these photos. I think that she was too scared to confront the Dursleys, or to get involved. Instead she told me she was collecting evidence. She died of a brain aneurysm before anything was ever done.”

Harry sighed, shaking his head, and he turned the page to show the next injuries and bruises, all of them caused by Dudley, until he got to the photo of his eight year old self, with four holes in his back, closer to his left side.

“What caused those?” Max asked him, making a conscious effort to sound calm.

“A garden rake.” Harry said.

“They hit you with it?” Draco demanded furiously.

“No. I was backhanded and I fell over onto it. It was the first time that I was ever physically hit by them, not Dudley, and it ended up worse than expected, because of the rake.”

Harry flipped through the court folder, clinically telling his mates what had caused his injuries in the photos displayed, or simply saying that he couldn’t remember what had caused it, which was true for most of the pictures.
They’d had to have a break twice throughout the pictures, where tea was refreshed and Harry was held tightly between two mates, while a third played with his hair.
It felt like a relief to get through all the photos of the injuries done to him. It had been hard and it had been difficult, but he had managed it, and now he felt better and his mates were finally in the know about what had happened to him.

“What happened next, Harry?” Nasta asked, after retaking his seat.

Harry sighed, swallowed a gulp of tea and put his cup back down. He laid his hands over his belly and tried to remember what came next.

“Richard made a point of mentioning the room in detail, of mentioning my clear criminal record. Apparently Saint Brutus’ is an actual facility for criminal boys, I should have known it was real, those people didn’t approve of imagination. But Richard told the court that he’d contacted them, and that they never would have accepted me there, when Vernon tried to use the threat of that to defame my character.”

“So he tried to claim that you were a threatening, intimidating criminal again?”

“Oh, absolutely. It was the only paper thin defence they had. That I scared them, that I was violent and unhinged.”

“As if that would have ever stood up in court.” Max scoffed.

“Especially with your Dad at my side.” Harry smiled at him. “But he pointed out that I had no doctor, dental or optician records, and when Vernon tried to say that I was violent and liked hiding myself in a cupboard, he rightly pointed out that I was four, and Vernon was twenty-six, and could have easily just picked me up and took me to a doctor’s appointment. It was also mentioned that if I was so violent and unmanageable, how come I never had a criminal record, why were the police never called?”

“Obviously because nothing of the sort ever happened.”

Harry bobbed his head and reached out for his cup, swallowing some more tea.

“Exactly right. I was never a violent person. It was never me intimidating them, or threatening them. It was all lies and when it came to the pressure and duress of the court, being questioned and watched for every minute movement, those lies crumbled like a house of cards until all that was left was the truth. That I had been locked up and forced to live off of soup, bread or fruit as a teenager without any proper meals. Being forced to…to use a corner of my room as a toilet because I was locked up like an animal.”

Several hands touched him as his voice hitched and words failed him. Two thumbs, Draco’s by the feel of them, run under his eyes gently, to catch the tears from his lashes.

“They abused me, and I never found out why. They refused to answer me in court when…when I asked.”

“They were just evil people, Harry. They didn’t need an excuse. They hated you, perhaps for your parents, for your magic, maybe both.” Max said gently. “But they didn’t need an excuse to hurt you, and they didn’t think twice about it, and for that I’ll never forgive them.”

“I will.” Harry said after a lengthy pause. “I will because I want to forget them. I don’t want anything holding me back and if it’s one thing that Healer Vasey has taught me, it’s that holding onto the past will keep the wound open. I’ve done what I needed to do, I went through the court case, I saw justice being meted out, and now that all is said and done, the wound can be closed and I can move forward with my life. That’s what I wanted most out of this. I wanted to move on. I wanted to forget what happened to me and forget those people. I never wanted to go through the courts, but I realise now that I needed to and now that it’s all over with, this is the final page in this chapter of my life. This was the proper way to do it, and I feel now that I can heal from what they did to me.”

“We’ll help you in whatever way you need, Harry.” Nasta told him seriously.

“Just being here, in our home, with our family. It’s enough for me. It’s perfect. Just be yourselves, let our kids be themselves, and I can forget and I can move on. It’s strange to think about all of this, to talk about it all, but I’m happy. I’m honestly, truly happy.” He said, looking at them all, two at a time, to either side of himself, smiling.

Blaise reached for him first and cupped his cheeks and pressed a kiss to Harry’s smiling lips. That only made Harry’s smile widen.

“We love you.” Draco declared. “We want you happy and we’ll do everything we can now to make sure you’re happy.”

Harry closed the folder on his lap and looked at all four of his mates.

“Then I want to put this behind us. Those people never defined me as a person, and this court case will not define me either. I am stronger than any of them.”

Harry put the folder on the coffee table, picked up his cup and drained the remaining inch of tea. He gave his mates a sly smile and looked pointedly at the clock.

“Now, my wonderful mates. By my estimation we have two whole hours before Myron and Richard return our babies. Does anyone want to come to bed with me?”

“But it’s soo early, Harry. I don’t think I could sleep right now.” Blaise teased.

“Oh, I can think of a few ways to wear you down and make you sleepy.” Harry grinned, kneeling up and reaching for Blaise.

Harry was snatched backwards with a startled gasp, and he giggled and grinned up at Max, who’d picked him up.

“I don’t need to be asked twice.” Max rumbled, his voice noticeably deeper and it tightened Harry’s gut, caught his breath and made his blood start to pool south.

“I was getting a snog then, Max!” Blaise complained furiously.

“Gotta be quicker than that, lover!” Max laughed as he ran from the living room and took the stairs three at a time with his long, powerful legs.

Harry laughed and heard his three other mates giving chase. This was what he wanted more than anything else. This was normality to him and as his back gently hit the bed, Max crouching over him, his big, safe arms wrapped around him as he bent for a passionate kiss that Harry readily gave, all thoughts of the Dursleys and of his court case were wiped from his thoughts. That part of his life had been dealt with and was now over. It was time to look to the future, and as he was surrounded on all sides by his four mates, his immediate future looked like it was going to be extremely, toe curlingly pleasurable.
He wouldn’t have wanted it any other way as he wrapped his arms around Max’s neck, both hands cradling the back of his mate’s head, stroking through the short, bristly hairs as he returned the impassioned kiss. This was his life now, not the one he’d had before, and he could get over what had happened to him, because of these four men around him would help him, and they would always be here with him, as he would always be with them.

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A/N: A short chapter because this chapter ended up being a spur of the moment addition. Chapter 119 was the original chapter 118, but I realised that I needed to wrap up the court business and have Harry tell his mates everything first, before moving onto the Christmas chapters.
The upside to this is that chapter 119 is already finished, and is at a more healthy, more average 12,000 words and will be posted in a few days, after editing. I’m hoping that chapter 120 will follow soon after too, but I am still very, very side-tracked by my unposted crossovers. I’ve worked out that I’ve written approximately 350,000 words for just three unposted fics this year, so even if I have been a bit sparse with updates, I have very much been writing and I’m hoping that 2019 will be much better update-wise.
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