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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169453 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
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A/N: This is for Miranda, one of my Facebookers who wanted to see angry Harry and calm Nasta.

Warning – This is a future chapter!

Cruelty

Harry had hardly felt so angry, his body vibrated with the anger and all because some filth had called his Leolin retarded.

“Mummy, what does retarded mean?” Tegan asked innocently, her little face crumpled with her curiosity.

“Why is our Leo retarded?” Farren asked, his little brow creased as he tried to understand if the women were insulting his brother or not.

“He’s not!” Harry hissed, still glaring at the little group of women whispering about him.

“What does it mean?” Braiden asked, copying Harry and giving his best glare to the group of women.

“It means stupid.” Harry said as lightly as he could.

“Am I ‘tarded?” Leolin asked stiltedly, clutching onto his leg and clinging to him as if to hide from the spiteful words spat at him that he didn’t understand. Harry’s anger grew hotter.

“No sweetheart, you’re not.” Harry assured, smoothing his jet black hair from his pale, peachy face gently, his hands shaking almost uncontrollably.

“Of course you’re not!” Tegan huffed. “You’re silly sometimes Leo, like Daddy Max, but you’re not stupid, even if you are an icky boy.”

Harry was so proud of his children as they rushed to reassure their brother, who smiled with his almost full mouth of teeth, he was still missing a couple of his molars, but it wasn’t as noticeable as he had all of his front teeth finally.

“None of my children are stupid, you’re all very smart, very clever little boys and girls and I love you all for the special people you are.” Harry told them seriously.

“I no go s’hool.” Leolin said sadly. Loudly.

Harry crouched down and tried to ignore the giggling from the women and lone man across the playground as they heard Leolin speak in his choppy, stilted, often mispronounced words.

“You don’t go to school Leolin because you’re my special little boy, not because you’re stupid. You’re very clever sweetheart; you know your numbers and your letters, your shapes and your colours. You can even write your name now!” Harry said enthusiastically.

Leolin smiled then and stood a little straighter, even if he was still holding onto Harry’s leg for support, he was refusing to be carried or held like the younger babies. It made Harry’s heart ache for his little Faerie baby. Muggles would never understand how special he really was, how could they?

The school bell rang and all the kids in the playground started scrambling for last minute hugs and kisses from their parents. Calix barrelled back to Harry from where he had been playing with a group of three other boys and Harry bent to catch him in a hug, getting a sloppy kiss on the mouth before Calix was gone again. Harry chuckled as he kissed his other children goodbye, his almost seven year old Braiden looking around before giving him a quick kiss as rushing off, his six year old quintuplets and his five year old twins. Draco was on the nursery drop off today with Taren before he went to work, so he was herding the little monster into the morning nursery class while Nasta, who wasn’t working today, was at home with their youngest ones.

“Have a nice day and be good!” He stressed to their retreating backs. He chuckled and held Leolin's hand. “How about we go home love?” He asked. “I would absolutely love another drawing for the kitchen wall.”

“Mummy want pic’ure?” Leolin asked, his gold eyes sparkling in joy and pride that Harry wanted one of his pictures for the wall.

“Oh yes, I’d love one Leolin, are you going to use your special crayons or do you want to use pencils?”

“Cay’on.” Leolin nodded decisively.

“Okay, I’ll get you lots of paper and your crayons out for you, but remember if Macie wants to draw too, you have to share.”

“No share with Macie.” Leolin pouted, stamping his tiny foot in his tiny shoes. “My pic’ure, my cay’on!”

“You have to share with Macie, Leolin.” Harry told him sternly.

Leolin pouted, but he nodded sullenly. Harry knew if Macie actually did want to draw with Leolin though he’d have a hell of a fight on his hands. He was almost glad for Nasta being home with him today.

“How do you cope with him?”

Harry’s shoulders tightened automatically and he turned to see the evil face of one of giggling women.

“Excuse me?” Harry asked softly, dangerously. His mates would have known to back off, but this woman didn’t know him, didn’t know what he was or what he was capable of if pushed.

“How do you coping having a…special child?”

Harry’s free hand clenched into a fist and he tugged Leolin directly behind him so he couldn’t see the woman and her sneering face, feeling little hands clenching into his jeans. There was no way he could stop Leolin hearing whatever vile spew this woman was going to spit at him and it made Harry feel angrier, more defenceless to protect Leolin from this sort of situation and his gums and fingernails ached to release the weapons he had been given by nature to defend his tiny child huddling behind him, being forced to listen to this ridiculous woman, but the thought of what life would then be like for him, his lovers and all of his children stopped him from tearing her into so much meat. He was getting better at controlling the anger and murderous urges of his Dracken the older he got.

“I have eighteen special children.” He said as mildly and calmly as he could. “All of my children are special to me; it’s not my hang up if you can’t see your own child as anything special, maybe you should try harder at that.”

The woman’s face flushed and she gritted her teeth. “At least my daughter isn’t too retarded to go to school.”

“Leolin has personalised tutors that suit him better than mainstream teachers, because I can afford to look after my children no matter their needs. True the majority of my children don’t need extra care and we find public school good enough for their education, though I am worried about the curriculum, seeing as every single one of my children are the top of their classes I feel they are going unchallenged, where does that leave your daughter by the way?” Harry asked with a false look on his face, before humming as the woman flushed darker. “It doesn’t matter, even with eighteen children to look after I can still find the time to give them everything they want and give them what they need to get to the top of their lessons, so again, I have eighteen special children, and all of them are getting the attention and care they need, so maybe you should focus more on your own children rather than picking and poking at other peoples just to make yourself feel better about your lack of pride in your children.”

Harry left then, quickly, almost dragging poor Leolin behind him. He was so angry his wings were vibrating against his spine. He needed to get home. Now.

As soon as they rounded the corner, Harry pulled Leolin up into his arms and ran with him. He tried desperately to cling onto his Dracken attributes; he couldn’t lose it here, not here, not in public, not surrounded by Muggles.

“Mummy? Why we run?” Leolin asked, even as Harry cradled his head and neck, just in case.

“We need to get home Leolin.” Harry panted as he ran to the empty space behind a shop. It was for emergencies, they normally walked the children to school because there were so many of them to round up. “Hold on love.”

Harry Apparated and as soon as he was home, as soon as he had put Leolin down and stepped away, his full Dracken side burst out with a guttural growl that echoed through the house and stopped the baby giggles from the room next door short.

Nasta was there before Harry could get his bearings back and wrapped him up tight in his arms, his own Dracken side had come out and his black and yellow wings cocooned around him tight and warm like a living blanket.

“I’m here, I’m here. What happened?” Nasta asked softly.

Harry was practically humming with anger as he shook from temper in Nasta’s arms.

“Those filthy people called Leolin retarded, right there in front of him!” Harry burst out in an almost silent hiss so Leolin wouldn’t hear him. “All the other Mums and Dads were giggling and laughing at him as he tried to ask me for reassurance, I almost damned us all, I almost lost it in public Nas.”

Harry clenched his hands tight, the bite of pain as his claws went through his palms just made him angrier and he felt a swell of magic under his skin and he gasped, his first thought of little Leolin in the room with him.

“Leo love, go and check on your siblings please.” Nasta said, already a step ahead of him. “Shut the door on your way out.”

Leolin gave them a frightened look, but he did as he was asked and toddled off next door, closing the door behind him.

Nasta let Harry go and he looked into those enraged green eyes and just knew that no amount of damage control would help now. He warded the room quickly and nodded to Harry who he could see was losing the battle against himself.

“Have at it love, just let it all go, you’ll feel better. The kids can’t hear you and they can’t be hurt, scream it out if you have to and then we’ll talk.”

Harry breathed deeply to try and calm himself, but he knew Nasta was right, it wasn’t going to work, he needed to yell this anger out, release it like a poison and only then would he feel better.

He had barely brought up the scene of the other Mums and Dads laughing at his little Faerie baby before he was screaming at the top of his lungs and letting his magic destroy the table and settees, the windows, the bookshelf, the stupid little knickknacks scatted around that he absolutely hated but tolerated for Draco’s sake. He destroyed everything, but he actively made sure his magic stayed away from Nasta. It wasn’t Nasta he was angry at, it wasn’t Nasta’s fault, even if Leolin was his son, even if the Faerie blood did come from Nasta’s bloodline, he refused to be ashamed of Nasta’s or Leolin's blood heritage.

When he had let everything out, all of his magic and pent up anger, he fell to his knees and griped his own hair tightly, then Nasta’s arms were around him and holding him tight to a muscled chest and Harry breathed in Nasta’s scent, the musky smell that was purely Nasta and the fire and ash smell of dragon was stronger since he was back on active handling, and he let himself be rocked and calmed.

“Do you feel better?” Nasta asked.

Harry nodded his head in those arms and against that chest and only then did Nasta pull away and let Harry see the damage that had been done by his magic and his pure anger.

Harry just shook his head and sighed sadly.

“Don’t let the kids see this. I don’t want them to know how badly today affected me.”

“What happened? You said they were calling Leolin retarded?”

Harry nodded sadly. “Yeah, right in front of him, where everyone could hear, all the kids were asking then what it meant and why our Leo was retarded and I had to explain, right there on the playground what it meant and I had to reassure Leolin that he wasn’t stupid or retarded, but he was upset anyway and pointed out that he wasn’t in school with the others, so he understands he’s different, but I don’t think he gets why he’s different and he doesn’t understand why he can’t do the same as the others can.”

“I’ll talk to him again and explain more about what he is and what his heritage means.” Nasta sighed. “I’ll take the kids to school tomorrow, those hags never give me or Max any trouble, though they started on Blaise once.”

“I remember, he got banned from the school grounds for punching that other Dad. He got a right lecture from the Head teacher about decorum and fighting on school grounds, even if he did wait until all the kids were out of sight before actually pummelling him.”

“That’s right. Maybe we should give them a taste of the acid tongued Mister Malfoy tomorrow instead, aristocratic enough not to resort to fist fighting, but steely enough to cut to the heart with that tongue of his.”

“I love that tongue of his.” Harry laughed.

“You loved this tongue of mine last night if I remember correctly.” Nasta growled heatedly.

Harry grinned. “Oh I did. Until the two hours it took for little Momo to wake up again for another feed came, then it was disappointment I was groaning in.”

Nasta laughed and held Harry tight. He hoped he felt better now that all the anger was gone and he was back to smiling and laughing. He buried his own anger deep, deep inside of himself, he’d let it out in private later, or with Max when the others were all asleep, but he didn’t want to set Harry off again, not today at least, and he needed to vent himself, they would all need to vent later when they heard what had happened, but he’d have to be the strong one for them then and bottle himself up tight, at least until he was on his own. He breathed deeply and reminded himself that he was the top dominant; this was the sacrifice he had to make for that position of trust.

“Let’s go and save the poor kids, they’re probably wondering what the fuck is going on.” Harry said, brushing his hands through his hair and scrubbing his face before plastering a smile on.

Nasta could tell that it was faked around the edges, but the kids wouldn’t know, Harry’s body language had relaxed and he looked fine, it was the look in his eyes that let Nasta know that what had been said had truly troubled Harry, had rattled him more than he was going to let on. They’d talk more in depth about it later on tonight, when all the kids had been put down to bed, they’d all talk about it and get it all up and out, but until then, they had ten little ones to look after.

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Nasta had locked the door to the room Harry had destroyed and when Max came home with a gaggle of overstimulated school kids, they couldn’t understand why one of the rooms was locked when they normally had free reign of the house.

Blaise hadn’t had time to notice as he dropped Taren off from nursery class at lunch time before getting a quick kiss and rushing back off to work, but Max was home for the day now.

“It needs cleaning up that’s all.” Harry said tightly.

“I’ll help you clean up Mum!” Braiden offered; as he was always wont to do when Harry struggled with housework.

“Me too Mummy!” Calix said.

“No, this is an adult’s job, not for you to mess with.” Harry said. “Go and change out of your uniforms, hang them up nice mind! And then go and play.”

“What happened and why is it an adult job?” Max asked as soon as the seven school children ran upstairs to get out of their uniforms.

Harry just shook his head. “I had an outburst. I’ll tell you later.”

“No, tell me now.” Max said as he grabbed Harry’s wrist lightly as he went to turn away. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“I’m fine; I just needed to work some anger out.”

“Why though, you don’t just lose it so bad you have to shut off a whole room. How bad was it?”

“Remember when I went ape shit on Amelle back at Alexander’s birthday all those years ago? It was that bad.”

Max’s gorgeous blue eyes widened and he looked at the door hard as if he could suddenly see through it if he stared long and hard enough.

“Were any children in there with you?” He asked first and foremost and while Harry appreciated that the children’s safety was his top priority, he didn’t like the insinuation that he would put his children in harm’s way.

“Of course not! What do you…”

Max cut his speech off with a hand over his mouth.

“I know, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it that way. But it’s all I could think of that would make you this angry, something to do with the kids.”

“It was, but I would never have lost it in front of them, not that badly.”

“It must have been bad though.”

Harry sighed. “It was this morning, after the school drop off. There was a group of other parents…”

Max’s hand went through his hair and he had an annoyed look on his face.

“Picking on us again? Just because they’re fucking jealous that we’re closed polyamorous. ‘Oh how do five men raise children properly’, ‘those poor children are going to be messed up later on in life’ and my favourite ‘what do the children call you all?’ Just ignore them love, seriously, just because they can’t make their white-bread, one man, one woman monogamous relationships work they have to try and pick at ours.”

Harry snorted. “No, that was aimed at Blaise, that’s why he punched that one guy, but this time it was at our kids.”

Max’s eyes flashed in anger so quickly before it was gone that Harry almost thought he had imagined it, except he had felt the tightening of the hand still holding his wrist.

“What did they say? Those bastards, I’ll tear them all apart!”

“Calm down, the kids could hear you!” Harry hissed. “This is why I wanted to wait until they were all in bed!”

“I think that’s for the best.” Max growled deeply.

Harry went on tiptoe and dragged Max down into a kiss by his shirt collar.

“I love you, but calm down, I’ll tell all of you what happened later, but for now, go and sort out the kids, they’re rolling around like a herd of elephants up there. Check on the newborns for me too please, they haven’t made a sound for at least an hour.”

Max nodded and went off upstairs and Harry sighed and went into the living room and to Nasta and the six younger children and Leolin, who had been upset he had been sent out of the room in the morning, but had forgotten all about it with a ream of paper at his disposal and his special pack of crayons, which included glitter ones.

Leolin liked drawing, so he had gotten his own special pack of crayons for his birthday, but the other kids had crayons and pencils too, huge bumper packs that were usually used in schools with six crayons and pencils of every colour so there was minimal fighting over who had the blue crayon first or the green pencil next.

Harry sat behind Leolin and smoothed his hair back and played with it and his back while he drew yet another picture, Harry could barely make out an animal shape that could have been a frog and what could have possibly been a tree, or maybe a person. Leolin would tell him when he was done what it was a picture of, but it would still go on the kitchen wall. They had a limit for things like that, because they had so many children, at the beginning of the week, all the walls and the fridge was wiped clean, ready for new pictures and more notes from school saying how well behaved the kids were or another ten out of ten piece of homework that would be displayed. Harry couldn’t bear to throw any of it away however and instead when it was taken down from the walls he packed it into box files with his children’s names written on the front in black marker. Draco hated the clutter, Harry hated his god awful knickknacks, they compromised.

Little Lai came and sat on Harry’s leg and snuggled in, his little three year old still loved cuddles and Harry was glad. He loved cuddling his children and the first time that Braiden had ducked from one of his kisses in the playground had stung like a slap, though Braiden had assured him when he got home that he still wanted kisses, just not in front of his friends.

Harry smiled sadly, his little boy wasn’t so little anymore, he was growing up, already six years old, only five months from turning seven, and only four years away from Hogwarts. The time was going too quickly and Harry held sweet little Lai tighter, kissing the back of the head that was displayed to him as his three year old babbled about this and that. Lai would be in nursery next year too.

He knew he couldn’t keep them babies forever, but the very thought of Braiden going to Hogwarts in just four years, then five years after that he’d come into his Dracken inheritance and he would never be Harry’s again. He’d have a mate of his own; he’d be starting a family of his own.

His friends told him that he still had plenty of babies to Mother and look after, but they didn’t understand, it wasn’t the same, Braiden would always be his baby, all of them would always be his babies, it didn’t matter if he had a hundred babies to look after at home, he still wanted Braiden too and the selfish thought made his stomach clench, because he knew he couldn’t keep him, he couldn’t keep any of them and it was an almost physical pain. He didn’t want to let go.

Lai turned to grin at him, showing a tangle of silver that had once been Draco’s favourite necklace.

“Oh Lai! What have you done?!” Harry burst out as he unwound the chunky silver links from Lai’s fingers and wrist and held out the ruined necklace to Nasta, who grimaced at the state it was in.

“This was pure silver; Draco’s going to go ballistic.” Nasta sighed as he tried to straighten it out and showed the bent and broken links. “I’ll try and get it fixed; hopefully he won’t look for it before it’s been replaced.”

“Lai, you know not to go in Daddy Draco’s jewellery box!”

“It wasn’t me Mummy! Xabie gived it to me! Promise.” Lai said sniffling pathetically, blue eyes filling with tears that slipped over thick eyelashes.

Harry rolled his eyes but pulled Lai further onto his lap and tucked his little child under his arm and looked around the room and he found his Xabe in the corner, with more contents of Draco’s jewellery box.

“Xabiere Xanthus Xerxes! You come over here right now!” Harry called out firmly.

Xabie jerked up and by the face alone Harry knew that Xabe knew that what had been doing was wrong and naughty. Xabe moved over to him in that slow, dragging walk that toddlers had when they knew they were in trouble and didn’t want to get to their parents any quicker.

Xabe stood in front of Harry and peeked up through the fall of dark, jet black hair that was all Harry’s and rolled little fingers around the damaged jewellery.

Harry took the bracelet and three sets of expensive, stoned cuff links from Xabiere’s hands and checked it over, noticing the tiny teeth marks in the soft gold bracelet that was an heirloom from Draco’s great-great grandfather Septimus Malfoy.

“Xabiere, you know not to go in Daddy Draco’s jewellery box, why would you do this?” Harry asked the little two year old, who shuffled little feet in little trainers.

“I sowwy Mamma.” Xabie said sadly and Harry believed that Xabiere truly was sorry, but it wasn’t good enough to sorry after the damage had been done.

“Go and stand in the corner Xabe and think about what you’ve done.”

The two year old started crying, even as Xabe moved to go and cry in the corner of the room.

“Draco’s going to be devastated; this is his great-grandfather’s bracelet and his best cuff links.” Harry sighed.

Nasta held out his hand and took the jewellery and stood up. “There’s no use worrying about it now, I’ll take this to a jeweller and see if they can do anything about it, I’ll be back soon.”

Max came into the room and his face was white. “Draco’s jewellery box is open and tipped all across the top landing.”

“Did you check for anything damaged?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, nothing was damaged but there are things missing. His favourite necklace, a couple pairs of cuff links and his heirloom bracelet.”

Harry sighed and tugged at his hair. “Xabiere had it. Some of the pieces are damaged.”

Max groaned and looked to the little child crying in the corner. “What have you done Xabie?” He said quietly.

“I’m going to go see if they can be fixed.” Nasta said as he popped the pieces into an envelope and tugged on his jacket.

“Daddy Nasta, where are you going?” Tegan demanded, her sweet face pulled into a frown as she put her hands on her hips and pouted.

“I’ve got to go out for a minute sweetheart, I’ll be back soon.”

“But I wanted to play before you had work.” Tegan almost hissed.

“She gets that from you.” Max told Harry with a grin. Harry’s eyes narrowed at him and he held large hands out and laughed. “Like Mother like daughter.”

Harry bared his teeth. “You’re on nappy duty tonight.” He declared.

“All of them?!” Max asked horrified.

“All of them! Every single last nappy!”

Max groaned and flumped onto the settee and dragged Lai backwards onto his lap, the little three year old giggling and snuggling in.

“We have nine kids in nappies.” Max pouted.

“Then you had better be prepared!”

“I still have nappy on!” Lai giggled.

“You had better learn to use the potty at night then.” Max teased.

“No! I want my pull ups!” Lai demanded.

“You tell nasty Daddy Max, Lay-Lay!” Tegan nodded her approval.

“What is this, gang up on Daddy day, tell your Mother off too.”

“No!” Tegan said as she came and gave Harry a hug. “I love Mummy! Mummy makes me Princess cakes.”

Nasta looked very unimpressed.

“Don’t you have a jeweller to visit?” Harry asked mildly. “Draco and Blaise will be home in a few hours.”

Nasta gave him a look.

“It’s a few pink cupcakes Nas, decorated with edible glitter. It’s all organic, natural ingredients and they’re made with real strawberry pieces. Stop having a penguin.”

“I believe the expression is have a cow.” Nasta replied unimpressed.

“A cow would hurt worse; I don’t want you hurt that badly. Just penguin bad.”

Max laughed uncontrollably and even Nasta cracked a smile, shaking his head. He kissed Harry’s temple as he walked past and he patted Tegan on top of her long black hair and left to go and sort out Draco’s jewellery.

Harry kissed Tegan’s little face and went to Xabiere, touching the little back through the shirt he had put on his child that morning. He crouched down and turned Xabie to look at him and steeled himself to finish the punishment as that teary face looked to him and tried to hug him.

Harry held firm, holding the little arms out from himself and he looked at Xabe sternly.

“Xabiere, you know why you’re here don’t you?” He asked.

Xabe nodded and sniffled.

“Tell me why.”

“Fo…for going in…in Daddy’s shiny box.” Xabiere hiccupped.

“Why was that naughty Xabiere?” Harry asked.

“Because…because it not mine.” Xabe said, rubbing the back of one hand over little eyes.

“Your Daddy Draco loves his shiny things Xabiere and you’ve gone and broken them, what is your Daddy Draco going to say when he’s told?”

Xabiere’s face turned horrified and the tears came thicker and faster.

“No! No Mummy no tell!” Xabiere sobbed trying to reach him and climb into his lap.

“You want me to lie to your Daddy Draco?” Harry asked unimpressed. “What do we teach about lying Xabiere?”

Xabiere sniffled and rubbed little eyes once again. “I’m sorry, we don’t tell tales.”

“No we don’t sweetheart. You need to say you’re sorry to Daddy Draco for breaking his things, he’s not going to be happy, but you’ve already been punished.”

Xabie nodded and sniffled and Harry gave his little child a hug and a kiss.

“Go and play then love, no more naughtiness though.”

“Okay, I pwomise Mummy.”

Harry nodded and stood up, sending his little two year old off into the living room and went back to being a guard, parent…same thing.

He had to drag Taren from where his four year old had climbed the bookshelf, dodge a toddling, sixteen month old Macie, looking out for the twin that trailed after the elder and stop his five year old identical twins from killing one another over a toy car.

“I’m sure we own a mad house.” Harry complained to Max as he collapsed next to him and a dozing Lai.

Max shifted Lai in his arms, the bulky, muscular appendages making the tiny three year old look dainty. He threw his freed arm over Harry and pulled him into a hug as they watched thirteen children running around and playing, Max snorted as Accident and Emergency started fighting over the same toy yet again, this time a plastic action figure dressed in army gear. It was Regan’s, but those two both wanted it.

“Oi! Knock it off or you’ll be put in the playpen!” Harry said seriously.

The little twins both looked at him and then pouted.

“Mummy, I want mister man!” One said, blue eyes tearing up.

“I want him Mummy!” The other said, identical blue eyes leaking tears down peachy cheeks.

“You’ll both put him down and play with something else.” Harry said sternly.

The two pouted little pink lips, but did as was asked and crawled over to separate piles of toys and grabbed something else to play with.

“Mummy, pic’ure.” Leolin said proudly. “I drawed you a ‘abbit and that’s his bed.”

Harry pulled Leolin up onto his lap and angled him so Max could see the picture too, apparently the green blob that Harry had thought was a frog was a rabbit and a corner of glitter yellow was his bed.

“Who’s this Leolin?” Harry asked, pointing to the tree shaped person.

“That’s Baidy; he likes ‘abbits.” Leolin said.

“Braiden does like rabbits doesn’t he.” Harry smiled. “This is wonderful Leolin! Thank you so much, let’s go and put it on the wall, shall we?”

Leolin nodded enthusiastically and Harry carried him to the kitchen and took a blob of blu-tack and stuck the picture to the wall.

“Now I need to make the babies their bottles, go back to Daddy Max, okay sweetheart.”

Leolin was so happy and proud of himself that he almost danced back to the living room. Harry chuckled and took the picture back off the wall and wrote carefully on the back what Leolin's picture was of before tacking it back to the wall before going to boil the kettle to make up four bottles.

Blaise came into the kitchen, looking tired, but he was happy as he clung to baby Momo and little Macie. Harry went to him and kissed him to giggles from the kids in his arms.

“How was work, do you want a coffee?”

“Please, I’d love one. Work was amazing, but I’m exhausted!”

“Go into the living room then and sit down. I’ll bring you your coffee.”

Blaise grinned and kissed him again and went to take the weight off of his feet. Harry smiled after him and sighed, getting cups down to make tea and coffee.

He made the bottles and shook them up, leaving them to cool naturally, before he made tea and coffee. He took Blaise’s coffee into him and did the second nature dodging and stepping over of children, laughing at Braiden and Farren skulking on the floor, crawling on their bellies with little army men ahead of them, Calix was just behind and beside them with a Barbie doll doing the same thing.

“Here you are love.” Harry said as he passed Blaise the mug of coffee and kissed him on the mouth.

“When did we get a maid service? Where’s my tea with a kiss?” Max pouted.

Harry snorted. “Coming right up Sir.”

“You want to beware he doesn’t tip it over your head now.” Blaise informed Max.

“He wouldn’t.” Max answered surely then grinned widely. “Lai’s in my lap.”

Nasta came home only minutes before Draco and they were all settled as Harry fed the little newborns the bottles.

“Have they been alright today?” Draco asked as he sat down and curled his legs under him with a groan, sipping his tea gratefully.

“Taren needed time out twice, once for throwing a book at Regan and once for trying to push Macie out of the window. Lai needed a time out for putting several nappies into the toilet and Xabiere needed a time out too.” Nasta told him.

“Only four time outs today, they’re getting better.” Max smiled.

“I think trying to push one of our sixteen month olds out of the window should be addressed.” Blaise said with a frown. “I don’t like that.”

Nasta nodded. “When we have dinner I’ll address it. They should already know that pushing their siblings out of the window is wrong.”

“Or shoving their heads into the toilet.” Blaise grimaced as he made them remember when Farren had gotten fed up of Lai crying and had tried to stop the noise by pushing the eleven month old’s head down the toilet.

Thankfully Draco had been on his way to the source of the crying and stopped it only seconds later. Farren had been shouted at several times, punished and then sat down and told why what he had done was wrong. It was one of the only times they had shouted at one of their children and it had been fear driven more than anything.

They had all been terrified of what could have happened if Draco hadn’t been on his way to a crying Lai, or if it had taken him a few minutes longer to reach them. Farren had only been three years old at the time, but he was built like Max, tall for his age, stocky and strong. Little Lai hadn’t stood a chance to get Farren off and it had been that which had driven their fear so high.

“What did Xabiere get punished for?” Draco asked curiously, pulling the little blue eyed two year old up onto his lap and brushing Harry’s hair from the deep blue eyes that were still rimmed in red. That hair was the bane of his existence and he hated seeing it on his little child. “What did you get a time out for Xabiere?” He asked.

“I sowwy Daddy! I sowwy!” Xabiere sobbed falling on Draco and almost knocking his tea from his hands. Draco had to rush to save the tea and he automatically shielded Xabiere from any of the hot tea that might fall. None did and Draco put the cup down quickly as he shifted Xabiere and pulled the little two year old up to hold him.

“What’s the matter love? What did you do? I’m sure you’re very sorry.” Draco assured.

“No be angry with Xabie.” The little two year old implored, sniffling.

“I’m not angry with you Xabiere. Now tell me what you did.”

“I…I broke…broke Daddy’s shiny stuff.” Xabie cried out, utterly distraught.

Draco looked to Nasta in question and he knew it was bad from Nasta’s face.

“He found your jewellery box Draco, I’m sorry, we didn’t know so we couldn’t stop him in time to save some of your jewellery from being broken.”

Draco felt like the air had been knocked from his lungs, but aware that he had a distraught two year old in his lap, he shook it off, though he still felt a little shocky.

“I’m not angry Xabiere, but you know you’re not to touch anything you find in our bedroom, they’re not toys.”

“I like the shiny stuff Daddy, I’m sowwy!”

“It’s okay sweetheart, but no more playing with my things, okay?”

Xabiere nodded and wiped tears and snot away with the back of a little hand, Draco grimaced and took out a handkerchief and wiped his child’s face and hands.

“Go and play.” Draco told the little toddler, his voice automatic and almost plastic, but Xabiere kissed him and Draco moved to support the toddler down onto the floor.

“Are you alright Draco?” Blaise asked worriedly.

“What was broken?” Draco asked clinically.

“I’ve taken them to a jeweller and he says he can fix them.”

“That wasn’t what I asked.” Draco replied.

“A few cuff links, your necklace and…and I’m sorry Draco but your great-grandfather’s bracelet was damaged too.”

Draco nodded his understanding, he didn’t say anything, he just stood up and left. Nasta sighed and tugged on his black hair. He was sure he’d find grey hairs soon, he completely understood now why Dracken’s nearly always went prematurely grey. He’d have a man-made bald spot if he didn’t watch how much hair he tugged out. He sighed louder and sat back in his seat.

“That could have been worse.” Max said.

“I would have been less worried if he had screamed and shouted.” Nasta answered as he looked at the door. He’d let Draco calm down a bit and then he’d talk to him, maybe it was time they got a safe for all of their valuable things, the kids got into everything and it wasn’t the first time Draco’s jewellery box had been raided, but it was the first time anything had been broken or damaged. They should have learned their lesson the first time.

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By eight o’clock all the kids were in bed, had had their stories and were all sleeping. Harry had cleaned up the mess in the living room with a simple, single wave of his wand.

The five of them were sat at the table, Draco included, and they were all reassuring him and being kind. He was feeling better once told that the jeweller could repair the pieces easily and he admitted that it was his fault, he had left the jewellery box on the vanity area that morning as he rushed to get ready, instead of putting it back in the top cupboard. Nasta had assured him that they were going to get a safe for their valuable things, because Draco never actually wore his great-grandfather’s bracelet, and rarely his favourite necklace, it was only his cuff links he wanted in the mornings, so Nasta suggested they got him another box for his cuff links and put the other pieces in the safe.

“Now that that’s sorted, why is the front room locked?” Blaise asked. “I tried to get in there earlier because I think Braiden left Leonie in there and he wanted him, but I couldn’t even open it with magic.”

Harry’s mood plummeted and he huddled slightly as the events of that morning came flooding back to him. His mates noticed and Nasta scooted his chair closer and kissed him gently.

“It’s alright love.”

“What happened?” Blaise asked.

“We need to clear that room up, I had a moment.”

“Harry said it was a moment like seven years ago, when he unleashed his power and magic on Amelle at granddad Alexander’s birthday party.” Max said, looking worried. “What made you react like that?”

Harry sighed and stood up and started pacing.

“You said it was to do with the school run?” Max prompted.

“That fucker didn’t start on our living arrangements again did he?” Blaise growled. “I don’t mind going up there to make him eat my fist again.”

“You’re banned from the school grounds.” Nasta reminded.

Blaise snorted. “I’d still go down there and put him in his place. Filthy Muggle.”

“It wasn’t, Harry said it was to do with the kids.” Max said, getting them back on track. “What did they say?”

Harry dragged a hand through his hair, making it stand up on end. “They were laughing and giggling at me when I turned up, so they must have been talking about me beforehand, I just ignored them and half the kids ran off to meet up with friends, everything was fine. Until they called Leolin retarded.”

There was outrage from all of them except for Nasta, who had steeled himself to be the calm rock they needed and Harry, who had worked all of his anger out throughout the day.

“How dare they!” Max burst out.

“There is nothing wrong with him!” Draco hissed.

“I’m going to kill them.” Blaise said seriously.

“No one is going to kill anyone.” Nasta said sternly.

“They called our baby retarded!”

“Just calm down.” Harry encouraged.

“Those filthy Muggles call my son retarded and you want me to calm down?!” Draco raged.

“Yes, I do, because it doesn’t matter. I put them in their place and I and Nasta reassured Leolin until he forgot all about it and started drawing pictures again. We know how very special he is, but all Muggles see is what is in front of them, they don’t know he’s a Faerie baby, they can’t know, so they’re ignorant and in that blind ignorance comes prejudice and rejection. We knew this! We knew what we were facing when we had Leolin and we can’t fly off the handle at every little thing, at every sneer, stare or remark, it’ll only hurt Leolin more, it’ll draw his attention to the remarks more; make him think about them more and in that he’ll believe them more. No Draco, I don’t want them calling him these things, but my only priority is Leolin and over the course of the day I’ve realised that drawing attention to this is going to make it worse for him in the long run. So we ignore it!” Harry finished his rant harshly.

His mates didn’t look happy, but they nodded their understanding and Blaise blew out a breath.

“I don’t like it, in fact saying I hated it is an understatement, but anything that makes it a little better or easier for Leolin to deal with, I’ll agree to. You’re right; he’s the priority in this.”

Draco nodded and Max deflated like all the hot, angry air had been let out of him. “I still want to punch them in the face.” The huge man grumbled unhappily.

“Oh I do too.” Harry said mildly. “That goes without saying. I wanted to run my claws down her until the flesh came off her putrid body in strips leaving her bones clean for me to gnaw on. But we can’t do that without outing ourselves and our family to the world and we’d all be executed, several of our children would be executed and the others extradited as blood carriers. That’s unacceptable!”

“That might change…” Draco started.

“But the laws haven’t changed yet!” Harry snapped. “And until they do, we are subject to those laws and we have to follow them, so for now, until a time when the laws change, we hide ourselves from their knowledge.”

They all nodded and Nasta stood. “Let’s go and clean up the front room, the newborns will need bottles before bed and by then we’ll be ready for bed ourselves.”

Harry snorted and gave Nasta a smile and went to the room he had destroyed. He grimaced at the state of it and when his mates sucked in shocked breaths he looked at their faces.

“Damn, now I remember why I don’t make you mad at me.” Max said as he kicked a shard of wood that had once been a table.

“You didn’t leave me a single ornament.” Draco sighed.

“I am sorry your knickknacks were demolished.” Harry said with a small grin while Draco’s back was turned.

Max snorted and punched his shoulder with a wide grin, giving him a wink. Max hated the knickknacks too.

“Right, let’s get started, hopefully we’ll be finished by the time the next feed rolls around.”

“Don’t forget you’re on nappy duty Max.”

Max groaned theatrically. “Oh, I thought you had forgotten.” He pouted.

“Not likely.”

“How did he get landed with that job?” Draco asked.

“He called me a maid.” Harry answered with a shrug.

Clean-up was easy with magic, but it was time consuming because they had to get rid of things that were too badly damaged and try to piece together things that could be saved. Draco’s knickknacks, sorry, ornaments, were beyond saving.

“This is a good thing really.” Draco said as he hefted a chunk of wood to the side to help rescue a photograph from underneath. “This way I can buy all new ones without you bitching that I have too many.”

Harry hid his frown in his arm. He didn’t want anymore, but he sighed, if it kept Draco happy, he’d tolerate it.

“Right are we all done?” Nasta asked as he wiped sweat from his neck an hour later.

“Yeah, I hope that’s everything.” Blaise said, stretching out his back.

Max and Harry waved their wands and the room fixed itself in in ten seconds, looking perfect, if a bit more bare than it had been yesterday.

“I’m tired now.” Harry said with a yawn. “Fuck what have our lives become, bone tired and ready for bed at half nine.”

Max laughed. “That’s the sacrifice we make for children. We all know Xabie and Lai will crawl into bed with us at the crack of dawn and the newborns will have us up every four hours and Momo will have us up every six hours and Macie will inevitably wake the whole house at fiveish tripping over something or other trying to bunk in with Taren.”

Harry snorted. “Come on then, bed time for us, we’ll sort the bottles out, check on the kids, feed the newborns and then get as much sleep as possible before the next round of feedings.”

Blaise made the bottles as Harry went up and checked on the kids, they were all sleeping peacefully, all fourteen of them and the four newborns were fast asleep still all wrapped up tight in their white swaddling blankets.

All of them were doing their nightly routine, washing, brushing teeth, changing into pyjamas, when the first newborn woke with a tiny wail.

“Come on precious.” Harry cooed, scooping the baby out and sitting in his rocking chair, the same rocking chair he had had from his very first baby, the same rocking chair he had comforted Braiden in from day one and he sat in it now and rocked his baby Ceri gently as Blaise handed him a bottle and he fed his tiny baby lovingly, watching Ceri suckle strongly.

“I’ll never get tired of this.” Harry said quietly.

“I’ll never get tired of watching you do this.” Max said, pulling his pyjama bottoms up and sitting on their absolutely huge bed to watch him and Ceri together.

Harry gave him a knowing smile before turning his attention back to Ceri.

It was almost half ten before they actually crawled into bed, with four happily fed, changed and peacefully sleeping newborns. Harry sighed. Today had made him realise that he’d never understand the cruelty of others towards innocent children. He loved all children, no matter if they were his own or not, no matter who their parents were or what those parents had done, he would never have blamed the child and if he had come across a child that needed more attention and care than most, there was no way in hell he would have laughed, sneered or sniggered at them like an ignorant bully, whether he had had Leolin or not, it made no difference to him and he couldn’t understand the cruelty of others, and honestly, he thought as he snuggled into Blaise’s back, he didn’t really want to.

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A/N: So I hope you lovelies enjoyed this one! Chapter 75 should be up soon, maybe next week if nothing else crops up between now and then.

angelggirl13: No I don’t have any children of my own yet; everything you read is created through a shit load of research, cross referencing and me bugging actual Mothers for information, mostly through the research and the help of several websites and baby development books though. It takes a hell of a long time, but it’s so worth it in the end.

Florence: The main fic will never catch up to Scaled Bits future chapters because I’m not taking the main fic that far, so there’s no point stopping yourself from reading them.

I hope you have all enjoyed this chapter, let me know what you think of it,

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