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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 a birthday chapter for Erin. Happy Birthday lovelie. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I hope you’ve enjoyed your day.

This chapter is set in December of 2002.

Braiden – 5 years, 4 months

Quints – 4 years, 11 months, 25 days (6 days until their birthday.)

E and A – 3 years, 11 months

Taren – 2 years, 10 months

Lai – 2 years, 2 months

Xabie – 10 months

Macie and Evie – 1 month

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Christmas Chaos

Harry swiped a hand over his brow and grimaced as his hand met sweaty skin. He had been at this for hours, but the pride he felt at accomplishing what he had set out to do was amazing.

Two of their three settees had been shrunk and put away safe until after Christmas; he had meticulously put a pile of presents every few feet apart. One pile for every one of his thirteen children, though Macie and Evie were only a month old and wouldn’t be doing much unwrapping.

Then their little Xabiere was only ten months old, but he was such an energetic child that he would give it his best shot at unwrapping his gifts himself.

He made sure that everything was perfect, he made sure that all of the presents had been brought down from upstairs and that every tag on the gift was for the child whose pile it was in. Not that he expected his children to read the tags, but he knew which presents were from whom so he could shout out to them if need be.

He nodded to himself and breathed easy. He’d only given birth a month ago, he needed to take it easy, as Nasta kept telling him, but he just wanted this done and dealt with, it was two in the morning and it had taken him forever to settle the kids down, they were so excited for Santa’s visit that he’d thought he’d need a few drops of sleeping potion to calm them down and get them off to sleep.

He went into the dining room, where Blaise and Draco were just putting the finishing touches to the table. It looked perfect, the children’s end matched where he and his mates would sit, they had clear beakers that matched the crystal wineglasses and all the plates and bowls were charmed unbreakable, just in case. There were three highchairs around the table that Draco had bought to match their dining room chairs. All hard wood with padded seats.

Harry made sure that Taren and Lai had booster seats strapped securely to the chairs at the right height for them.

“Is everything to your liking?” Blaise asked him.

Harry nodded. “It looks perfect.” He said with a smile. “I am worried that Leolin wants to try sitting without his booster seat though, what if he falls?”

“Don’t worry.” Draco reassured him pulling him into a hug. “If he falls, then he falls. But I think he’s ready. If he thinks his booster seat is embarrassing then it’s going to make him feel worse about himself to force him to sit in it, especially when we’re going to be taking photos. He just wants to be like his brothers.”

Harry sighed and gave in. He’d keep an eye on Leolin tomorrow; he wouldn’t have his little boy fall.

“The kitchen is clean all ready for tomorrow, are you done?” Max asked as he came into the dining room, his hands pruned and a little sore looking from all the cleaning and scrubbing he’d done.

“We’re done.” Blaise told him.

“The living room is ready too.” Harry said even as he moved forward to take Max’s hands in his own. He kissed each fingertip gently before laying a kiss to the palms of his hands.

“I’ve finished all the food prep for tomorrow too.”

“Where is Nasta?” Draco asked.

“Macie and Evie woke up for a bottle. He should be done soon.”

“I think it’s time to get to bed, you know Calix will wake the house up at four in the morning.” Harry said smothering a yawn.

They crawled into bed, Nasta joining them after feeding and burping their month old twins and changing Xabiere, who had woken just as he was finishing the feeds because he was wet.

He crawled into the bed with them and wrapped his arms around the nearest body to pull into his own. It happened to be Max, who grunted and shifted himself to fit better in Nasta’s arms. Harry was almost as excited as his children had been that evening as he tried to settle them down, he’d never show it to his children how much them being so happy at Christmas made him so tearful.

He loved to see them so excited, so happy; none of them left out, unlike his own childhood memories of Christmas. He had never been so happy at Christmas until he had found and made his own family.

It was twenty minutes to five in the morning when someone clambered onto their bed and bounced on them.

“Wake up Mummy! It’s Christmas! Santa’s been! Santa’s been!” Calix cried out happily.

Draco grabbed him and pulled him down onto the bed.

“It’s too early Calix, go to sleep.”

“No!” Calix wailed, squirming in Draco’s grasp. “It’s Christmas Daddy Draco! CHRISTMAS!”

“It’ll still be Christmas in another few hours.” Blaise replied.

“But it’s Christmas now!” He whined.

They gave up when Braiden came barrelling into their room and joined Calix on the bed, bouncing excitedly, Farren right behind him and their second oldest was now very big and very heavy and having him bouncing on your ribs was not pleasant.

“Okay, I’m up.” Max groaned. “Farren love, stop that or you’ll cave in my rib cage.”

Farren just laughed loudly and did it all the more. Max sat up and ticked him mercilessly, getting him onto his back and tickling him until he was writhing around their bed helplessly, tears streaming down his face. That was when Braiden and Calix joined in and a war bellow from the door saw Regan diving into help his brothers wrangle their playful Dad, which ended with Max on his back, on the floor, a pile of boys on top of him and one little girl standing over them, hands on little hips, frowning.

“Get up, I want my breakfast!” Tegan huffed.

“Daddy Max started it Tegan!” Braiden insisted, sitting up with red flushed cheeks.

Tegan gave the sister look to Braiden before turning to hug Harry and kissing his mouth. “Morning Mummy.”

“Morning Tegan, sweetheart.” Harry smiled, pulling her up onto the bed.

“Lay-Lay and Tar are awake, I heared them talking.”

“Heard them talking.” Nasta corrected gently.

Tegan nodded her head, hair bouncing. Blaise got up to go and get the two trouble makers, their identical twins preceded him back into the room, their hair was stuck up at odd angles and Draco groaned in despair.

“You can get them ready until your heart’s content, but don’t overdo it today.” Harry warned him.

“They need to look perfect today.” Draco said stubbornly.

“And how long do you think they’ll stay that way?” Harry demanded. “Five minutes into the chaos? Ten maybe.”

Draco groaned. “Fine, but I’ll fix them up afterward and I will get photos.”

Harry nodded and he forced himself up and he changed into the smart dress robes that Draco had laid out for him before taking charge of his children and leading them back down the hallway to get into the clothes they’d put out for Christmas Day. Braiden rushed off, knowing how to dress himself, Tegan took charge of Calix and Regan, Farren jogging behind them leaving Harry to wrestle his wild twins into their clothes.

Once done he made them swear not to ruin them for at least an hour before he got Leolin, Lai and Taren up, changed their nappies and got them dressed in their outfits for the day, he did the same for Xabiere, his little dress robes looking so cute and sweet on him that Harry cooed before he heard a storm of little feet and lots of giggling. His children were far too excited and they’d be vibrating all through breakfast with the urge and desire to rip into their presents.

He heard Max gathering them up and taking them down the stairs for breakfast, the living room door was firmly closed to prying little eyes that would want a sneak peak.

He snatched up his youngest twins and dressed them comfortably, but smartly before he headed down the stairs, Nasta there to help him as he got Taren and Lai to go down the stairs on their bottoms as his identical twins went down slowly, holding onto the bannister rungs tightly. He’d have no accidents today of all days.

Breakfast was loud, chaotic and messy, but Draco was on hand and had put them all in bibs, much to their annoyance and protest, but their Daddy Draco insisted and they wanted presents, so they gave in.

Nasta slipped away quickly and quietly to set the living room up, plugging in the lights and setting up the camcorder that would be filming the carnage that was about to take place.

Harry couldn’t keep his knee still as it bounced vigorously under the table where he was feeding Xabiere his breakfast.

“I’m done!” Farren called out. “Can I go and see, please?”

“No, you wait for your brothers and sisters please Farren.” Harry said firmly.

Farren was happily urging his siblings to eat faster, even as Max whisked away his bowl and spoon and his finished beaker of milk to wash them.

“All done!” Lai exclaimed happily, giggling joyously. “Presents now Mummy?”

Harry looked around at the empty bowls and beakers before he looked to Blaise and winked.

“Just let me take Macie, Evie and Xabie into the room first and get them settled, they’re too young to open their own presents at the moment, so we’ll do theirs after, okay?”

His children whined and pouted and urged him to hurry as he picked up the three babies and carried them into the living room, kicking the door closed as he went. He grinned widely at the camera which was pinned to the door at the moment to record the kids’ reactions to the living room.

“They’re so wound up.” He laughed as he settled Xabiere into a walker which was set up high so that his feet couldn’t touch the ground and settled Macie and Evie into bouncers.

He sat by them in the perfect spot to watch the excitement unfold. It didn’t take long to hear a cheer come from the kitchen and the rushing of little feet. Draco made them stop at the door and Harry could almost hear the buzzing of the excitement, like a thousand angry bees.

The door opened and their kids poured in, only to stop at the sight of so many presents.

“Where’s mine Mummy?” Calix asked, bouncing on his toes as he looked around the room with wide eyes.

“This pile by here is yours Calix. Tegan, yours is there, Regan, you’re next to her. Braiden, you’re by the tree, Farren, you’re opposite him by here. Leolin sweetheart, you’re here by me, Taren, you’re by Daddy Blaise’s feet, Lai, your pile is next to him.”

“Is this one mine?” His oldest identical twin called out excitedly.

“Yes love.”

“So this one is mine?” The other asked.

Harry nodded. Once all of his children were sat down at the right piles of presents and Max had shut the living room door and sat down by their twins to help them if they needed it, Nasta aimed the camcorder at everyone.

“Happy Christmas kids.” He said with an indulging smile. “Have at it.”

Then it was just the sound of tearing paper, the excited squeals as their children unwrapped the presents they’d begged Santa to get them, the giggles and the hum of little voices as they showed each other what they’d gotten before diving in and opening more presents.

Harry helped Leolin, who needed it even though his presents had less sticky tape on them than any other child, not that Harry would tell him that, but Harry still helped and Max had already been tasked into unwrapping presents from boxes by their stubborn twins, who were always different and still had half their presents wrapped even as they pushed boxes at Max for him to open so that they could play with what was inside.

The colourful paper stayed on the floor for a while as the kids revelled in their new toys and games and Harry helped Xabiere open his few gifts, his ten month old son clapping his hands at the paper ripping and delighted with his range of teether toys and teddies.

It was eleven in the morning before Max retreated back to the kitchen to get Christmas dinner started and Nasta stepped out from behind the camcorder for the first time to clear a floor space for the kids to play in by grabbing the black bags that had been put at hand ready to get rid of the torn paper and plastic packaging.

Blaise was trying to accurately put stickers onto a toy car garage for Calix and Draco had been roped into playing dolls with Tegan, whose incredibly pretty dress made her look much older than she was, Harry hadn’t liked the dress, but Tegan had and he was a slave to the whims of his children.

Harry helped his younger children with their toys, stopped fights before they happened by pulling toys from little grasping hands and of course when his little Lai came and sat on his lap, Harry wrapped his arms around his younger two year old and held his sweet child, who was tugging around a block of wood with metal loops and swirls on it with little coloured beads that had to be moved, by hand, from one side of the block to another.

Harry held Lai as he watched his older children playing and laughing and enjoying themselves and he couldn’t keep the smile from his face as he watched them having a happy, enjoyable day. He loved it. Braiden absolutely loved his toy wand, Farren was grinning over the pirate ship he’d really, really wanted and they’d had to travel halfway across the world to get him and Leolin had already opened his new box of crayons and was drawing on the huge pad of paper he’d gotten.

Blaise came to him and hunched down to give him a kiss, or Harry thought it was going to be a simple kiss, but it turned into a passionate, snog session with a lot of tongue and uncontrollable little noises in the back of throats.

Lai laughed happily from between them, clapping little hands as they broke apart, both a bit breathless and a bit flushed. They grinned at one another like naughty school boys and Blaise went off to sort out their twins, who had predictably gone wild and were now wrestling each other for what looked like a wooden train set that had been gifted to Farren.

“Hey! Knock it off the both of you.” Nasta broke them apart and dragged one to the other end of the room. “You two are like animals.”

“Tiger!” Their oldest twin giggled, curling hands to make claws and roaring so cutely Harry had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing.

“Lion!” The other one shouted, doing the same and growling, which sounded more like puppy mewling.

Harry clenched his hands into fists and bit his lip to keep from cooing at how cute they were. He turned away and laughed, he felt their eyes turn to him, but let them think he was laughing at Lai, who was still in his lap, playing with beads.

At two in the afternoon, Harry had fed Macie and Evie and was just cleaning up from Xabiere’s meal when Max started laying the table with bowls half filled with vegetable soup.

“Can you call everyone for me Harry, please?” He asked.

“Of course love.”

Harry kissed Max hard before walking into the living room and clapping his hands.

“Come on you lot, Daddy Max has finished dinner, you can come back and play after you’ve eaten.”

They were led into the formal dining room and they helped get their children settled, Max was handing out warm bread rolls and encouraged their children to start eating, they didn’t worry much about anyone starting first, they would finish near enough all together anyway.

The kids chatted excitedly all through dinner about the presents and about how happy they were and how they’d gotten everything they wanted and that made Harry breathe a bit easier, he finished his dinner and then held Max’s hand under the table as they watched and talked softly as the kids worked themselves up and wore themselves out.

Pudding was a variety of different dishes; Harry had found out several years ago that he didn’t like Christmas pudding, so he had Christmas cake instead while his children gorged on ice creams shaped like snowmen.

“Mummy, I’m done, can I go and play?” Farren asked.

Harry looked up and noticed that all of his children were either done or just playing with their food by now and he smiled.

“Go on then.” He said and his kids cheered and rushed off. He chuckled as he helped Lai and Taren down from their booster seats. Leolin hadn’t fallen from his chair, but he had sat up on his knees to be on a level with his siblings, though there was no catching up with Farren, even Braiden couldn’t keep up with Farren.

Harry sent Blaise and Max to go and keep an eye on the kids, taking Macie, Evie and Xabie with them as he, Nasta and Draco sorted out the dishes and the remaining mess.

It didn’t take long and with the kids safely in the living room, they used spells to wash and clean away the plates and dishes. Draco made tea and took it into the living room, having drank a glass of wine too many with dinner, all of them had really, so tea was the best option at the moment, at least until the kids were in bed a little later.

Harry curled up on the remaining settee in the living room and opened the tin of ginger newt biscuits he had been sent by Professor McGonagall.

Sitting there on the settee, his thirteen children around him, his four mates and lovers cuddled up on the settee with him, nicking his biscuits as they drank their tea and watched the kids playing and having the time of their lives. They had nothing to do and nowhere to go, they stayed there for hours just watching and laughing and talking together. Draco did interrupt them though to take photos and of course half the kids started posing and giggling, the other half ran off trying to hide, but they got one really, really nice family photo of all of them all dressed up and Draco swore he would frame it for them. Harry swallowed back the tears at that, his post pregnancy hormones still playing up.

Leolin got tired easily however and he slipped onto the settee and cuddled up to Blaise with a little yawn, one of his new soft dolls in hand half an hour later.

Harry got Lai on his lap and Taren on the settee between him and Max, resting against him and they fell asleep quickly, completely exhausted now that it was coming up to seven in the evening. Max took them up to bed as Blaise carried Leolin. Half the kids were exhausted, the other half were over excited, but he wouldn’t force them to bed on this day of all days, the younger kids had fallen asleep themselves and it was only Leolin he had been worried about wanting to stay awake like his older siblings, but he had drifted off on his own.

One by one they drifted off, Calix even fell asleep where he had been sat and Harry scooped him up and tucked him into his bed. When they were all asleep and in bed, they cleaned everything up, they put the toys back into piles of who they belonged to and it didn’t take long before they were yawning and dragging their feet to bed themselves, they’d had two or so hours sleep before they’d been woken up and they’d have no reprieve tomorrow as they’d be up early with Macie, Evie and Xabiere, though their older children would sleep in tomorrow after the excitement of today.

Harry crawled into bed and lay flat out, ignoring everything else; he couldn’t even be bothered to change. Someone stripped him and he smiled.

“Thank you.” He grunted out, muffled into his pillow.

“I think today was too much for you.” Nasta said worriedly.

A hand slipped under him to touch at the thin scar over his belly, it was slowly fading, but it still ached.

“It’s okay.” Harry said tiredly.

“We have the quintuplets fifth birthday in five days now.” Max groaned as he fell onto the bed in just a pair of boxer shorts.

“Don’t remind me.” Harry groaned dramatically.

“Just take it easy.” Nasta said worriedly.

“I will, just don’t fuss too much okay, you know I only get angry when you all fuss. I know my body, I know what I can do and if I feel like I’m doing too much, I will stop and take a break if I can, I’m nowhere near as bad as I was a few weeks ago, I’m glad Macie and Evie came early and didn’t hang on to term, I couldn’t imagine surviving Christmas with newborns and a fresh caesarean cut. I definitely wouldn’t have been able to manage all I did today, so in a way I’m glad Macie and Evie were born early, but please, no more babies for a while.”

“You didn’t have such a bad time this birthing, not like after Lai.” Max pointed out concernedly. “I think you might not get your wish this time Harry.”

Harry sighed and sagged into the bed. “Just try not to give me super sperm if I have a heat period next month, okay.”

“We’ll try.” Blaise said, just as worried.

“It’ll be fine.” Harry said trying to ease their fears. “If I fall pregnant again, I fall pregnant again and we’ll deal with it, but after that then I think I might need some recovery time. So maybe we’ll have longer between my heat cycles with the recovery time.”

“Let’s not deal with this right now, we have enough to deal with at the moment, let’s just get some sleep.” Nasta said softly, looking pointedly into the two bassinets by their bedside holding their month old twins.

Harry nodded and settled down, letting his mates cuddle in around him and cover him over. It took mere minutes before exhaustion washed over him and he fell deeply asleep, getting in as much as he could before he had to wake up for Boxing Day and his little hellions ran riot with their new toys. He gave it four hours before a new toy got broken and a tearful child came to him or one of their Daddies to fix it for them. That’s what he got for all the chaos of Christmas.

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A/N: I’ve had to do Christmas in the Scaled Bits this year as the main fic is in September, so I decided to do a future bit to show the chaos the guys have to survive at Christmas, I hope you’ve all enjoyed it and that you’re all well and excited for Christmas if you celebrate it. We’re gearing up now for a full overhaul update of everything now in the next week. We have a Damaged Bodies update on Christmas Eve, another Scaled Bits chapter and a Lycanthrope Factory chapter for Christmas Day and the Rise of the Drackens update for the 27^th of December, which was held back a few days due to the upsetting nature of the chapter, I didn’t want to ruin anyone’s Christmas with it, so it’ll be later than planned.

I hope you all enjoyed this and that you are taking care of yourselves, I’ll see you all in three days with a Damaged Bodies update,

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