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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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Daddies Little Helpers.

Max wondered how things had escalated this far in such a short amount of time. He’d been doing this for just an hour and a half and his kitchen was an absolute mess. Why had he thought it a good idea to make cakes with his kids?
Braiden giggled helplessly as he was stood on a chair up at the counter, beating the cake mixture with a big wooden spoon while Regan, also standing on a chair, was holding the bowl for him. He could barely move his stick like arms, but he was giving it a good go and enjoying it as he did so.
Tegan and Calix were happily decorating the last batch of cakes, making silly faces on them after Max, who was helping Leolin, smeared them with icing.
Farren was lining a new baking tray with colourful cupcake cases with a huge smile on his face.
There was flour everywhere, four eggs had been dropped on the floor from earlier, cake mix spattered the walls, counters, floor and the kids and there were sprinkles and cubes of fresh fruit everywhere as Tegan and Calix became enthusiastic with their decorating.
“Da.” Leolin said softly, patting his arm to gain his attention.
Max looked back down at his tiny boy and kissed him before holding a little hand and helping him spread some of the icing over the top of the little cupcake and passing it over to a waiting Calix.
“How are you doing Braiden?”
“It won’t mix!” He said breathless with his exertion and a little pout on his mouth.
“Leolin love, you do this one by yourself for me, I’ll be right back.”
Max went to Braiden and Regan and stood over them, taking the bowl and the wooden spoon and beating the mixture, his muscles bulging with how viciously he went at it, which made his two boys laugh as they watched him.
“I think this is done; now you remember how to put it into the cases?”
Farren thrust the ice cream scoop at him with a grin; the six year old was thoroughly enjoying the baking lessons.
“Good boy Farren, now let me get the next batch out of the oven; remember that you…”
“Do not touch the oven, ever!” Braiden finished with a serious nod.
“Good boy.” Max praised as he took the cakes from the oven and transferred them onto a wire cooling rack before taking the cool cakes over to Leolin, who was concentrating so hard on icing the cakes, little tongue peeking out and frown lines marring his little forehead. “How we doing buddy?”
“Da?” Leolin questioned, the six year old Faerie leaning back to show him his attempt. It was messy, uneven, blotchy and there wasn’t nearly enough icing on the cake, but Max grinned and patted Leolin’s back proudly regardless.
“That looks amazing Leolin!” He said enthusiastically. “Well done!”
The grin that Leolin gave him was worth the little white lie as his Faerie son clapped his hands together and passed the cake to Calix and picked up another one. Max oversaw this one and helped Leolin spread the icing onto the cake.
All six kids came to help with the decorating of the last batch of cakes and they finished just in time for Harry to come home from work, happy but glad to be home.
“Where are my sweet sons and my darling daughter?”
“Mummy!”
Of course, as soon as Harry came home he lost all six of his helpers.
“How are my big boys and girl?” Harry asked as he cradled them all in a group hug. “I see you’ve been making cakes, have you left one for me?”
All at once the kids rushed to grab ‘their’ cakes, the ones that they’d apparently decorated special, just for Harry. Max would never get over the sheer devoted love their kids had for Harry.
“These all look wonderful!” Harry praised happily. “I don’t know which one to have first, but I think I need a large cup of tea to go with them.”
“How was your day?” Max asked as he pulled Harry into a kiss.
“Hectic, but you know me, I enjoy hectic and chaotic.”
“You’re definitely a strange one.”
Harry laughed. “How was your day baking cakes?”
“Certainly eventful. They get messier every time, but they enjoy it, so I won’t complain all that much.”
“Where are the other kids?”
“Having story time with Daddy Draco.”
Harry smiled that gooey smile that he always got when he saw or heard of them being ‘good’ Dads. Max loved seeing it and it made him ache to give Harry more babies. Soon, Harry was having a heat period soon; he’d get his mate pregnant again and then he’d have more little helpers in the kitchen. Maybe this time he’d even get enough to help him clean up too, he thought as he looked around at the mess left behind with a sigh.
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Nasta raked the grass to clear away the autumn leaves and he grinned as a pink cheeked, laughing boy ran past him, another little boy fast on his heels. The one behind tackled the first boy and they went sprawling into another pile of leaves that he’d just raked up.
He didn’t mind in the slightest as he watched Calix running to the pile, scooping up another armful of leaves and running to the compost bin they kept near Max’s greenhouse, warded so that any stray balls would not break the glass.
Even as he thought such a thing, a tennis ball went sailing towards the greenhouse and bounced off of the glass harmlessly and lay in the grass where Tegan slid in the muck to grab it before throwing it back to Regan, who threw it at Farren, who sent the ball blasting through the air and down the opposite end of the garden with his tennis racket, Lai and Evie giving chase to it.
“Oi! You two, stop it!” He said sternly as he looked at his identical twins wrestling on the ground. It had gone from playful to something more, as it always did with those two. “Eva, get off of your sister’s head!”
He sighed, dropped his rake and forcibly split the two girls up as they ignored him, they clashed so much because they were almost exactly alike, both stubborn and hard headed, both unwilling to give an inch. Nasta blamed Max for passing on his genes to them.
He hunched down and looked at the glaring, pouting girls, identical expressions on their faces.
“You do not fight.” He told them firmly. “Fighting is against the house rules and the breaking of the house rules results in a time out. Now go and sit on the naughty bench and stay there until I come and get you.”
They knew enough, had been sent to the outside naughty benches often enough, that they knew to sit on separate benches and they even had their ‘own’ bench where they always sat. He watched them both to make sure they did as he’d asked, seeing them sitting down forlornly on separate benches at opposite sides of the garden, swinging their little feet as they watched their brothers and sisters playing, just waiting for him to come and tell them they could move and join in the games again.
He set his watch to go off in eight minutes and picked his rake back up and set to work. Calix and Braiden both helping by making a game out of dumping the leaves into the bin.
His three year old quadruplets ran past him, a football between their feet as they kicked it to one another and then away from all of them to chase it down again. He shook his head as he watched them with a grin.
“Dada Nas?” A tug at his shirt stopped his work yet again.
“What’s the matter Mollie, sweetheart?” He asked, shoving down the protective urges that wanted him to swaddle her up into his arms and protect her from anything and everything. He looked at her and he saw two phantom faces beside her. It was hard carrying on when he knew that there should have been three of them.
“I felled and skinned my knee.” The four year old sniffled, showing him a grass stained, grazed knee, thick, winter leggings pulled up to expose it.
“Oh baby girl.” He cooed, picking her up, setting her on his hip and taking her to the porch.
He sat Mollie on the table and unzipped the first aid kit that he’d brought out with him, just knowing that there would be a few injuries.
He cleaned the blood speckled graze with an alcohol wet wipe, making his daughter wince and cry out, before he smeared a salve over the graze and covered it over with a plaster, finally he bent down and kissed the plaster, making his girl giggle.
“Daddy!” She laughed at him.
“It has to be kissed better or it won’t start healing!” He exclaimed in shock.
Mollie shook her head at him, sending her short, black hair swinging over her tiny shoulders. Nasta would never get used to how small Mollie was and he held her tightly, her too small body making everyone who saw her think she was younger than she was and forced them to comment on how well she spoke for a two year old when in reality she was four and a half.
His watch beeped and he switched it off.
“Come on sweetheart, you know what I say, you can’t let a little scrape stop you from trying again. Off you go.”
Mollie gave him a sweet kiss, her almond shaped, indigo eyes wide and shinning with happiness as she bounded off again. He repressed the urge to run after her and wrap her up in cotton wool.
Instead he went to Eva and ran through what she had done wrong and why she had been put into time out. He got an apology from her and sent her off to play before doing the same with the younger twin.
He went back to work with a groan, only to realise that Braiden had taken over his job, the ten year old was struggling a bit with the rake, but he was doing well as Calix ran back and forth between the leaf pile and the compost bin, displaying the never ending energy of children. Taren had joined them and was racing with Calix to and from the compost bin, the both of them giggling.
“Thank you for helping me out Braiden.” He said seriously.
“That’s okay Dad!” Braiden said with a grin. He was going to be such a handsome man when he grew up.
“How are my favourite children?”
Nasta looked up as a heavily pregnant Harry stepped down the porch steps onto the grass. His heart went into his throat.
“Mummy!” Tegan put her hands on her hips, even as all the other children rushed to Harry to hug him. “You know not to go down stairs on your own when carrying a baby in you!”
“I’m fine sweetheart.” Harry replied with a soft smile as he hugged his children. “Your Dad Max has almost finished dinner, time for you all to go inside and wash up.”
“Don’t take my helpers from me!” Nasta complained with no heat as he went and kissed Harry gently amid giggles and ‘Ewws’ from their watching children.
“Looks like you’re almost done.” Harry replied with a grin. “Why are you little ragamuffins still here? Go and wash up for dinner!”
They all ran off and Harry allowed Nasta to help him up the porch steps and back into the house. A flick of his wand and the garden tidied itself up, the raked leaves went into the compost bin, the toys all went into the weatherproof toy chest they kept all the outdoor toys in, the bikes and trikes went into the garden shed along with the rake that Nasta had used, leaving the garden spotless. Why hadn’t he used magic to clean up the leaves in the first place? He thought it was important to teach his children the value of hard work and chores as well as earning their pocket money instead of just expecting it. Harry and Max completely agreed. Draco did not agree to anything that would see his children doing anything akin to working, but his argument had lost heat over the last few years. Blaise was somewhere in the middle, they were slowly winning him over.
Nasta grinned at his growing family, caressing Harry’s pregnant belly as he sat him down at the table for dinner. There was a mad rush as Max yelled through the house that dinner was on the table, just as he placed down the last plate and eighteen children all ran into the kitchen to sit down and dive into their meal.
“Hey! Wait just one minute.” Max shouted over the din. “Show me your hands.”
Eighteen pairs of hands were turned face up to show Max their washed and clean hands. He made a show of inspecting them before he nodded.
“Alright then, tuck in sweetlings.”
They all ate and Nasta watched Harry for any sign of sickness. He’d been queasy around food lately, despite being only a few months from birth, but he was eating fine as he held a conversation with a five and a half year old Xabiere and an almost five year old Mace. The two boys were excitedly relaying their ‘adventure’ from the garden.
Nasta smiled, he loved all of his family members and with more on the way, just the one this time, making baby number twenty-one, he couldn’t have been any happier than he was in that moment.
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Draco wanted to rub his eyes wearily, but he had his hands full of a newborn baby, naked in the baby bath on the kitchen floor. It was early September and nine of their ten oldest children were gone, already in Hogwarts, they’d received the first owls that morning, letting them know that their soft, sweet baby Lai had ended up in Hufflepuff. He was…not disappointed, of course not, Hufflepuff was the perfect house for their Lai, he just didn’t relish the thought of telling his Father that yet another of their children had ended up in Hufflepuff. He’d thought his Father would have a heart attack when he’d been told that Braiden had ended up in Hufflepuff, to have a second child join the house…well he was worried for his Father’s heart health.
“Daddy, I help baff baby?” A four year old Luce asked, crawling forward on stick thin knees, hands already in the warm water to grab the soft cloth to help wash the newborn baby.
“Of course you can help me Luce.” He answered.
Of course he then had several cries and declarations of helping him bathe the new baby and he had hands everywhere, splashing water into the newborn’s eyes and face, making the poor baby boy cry out in misery.
“Okay, okay, stop. You can’t play with the new baby, you have to be very gentle and wash him carefully.” Draco told them. “Do not splash him or get water on his face.”
“How does he get his face clean then?” A six year old Sen asked him with a cocked head.
“You have to wash a baby’s face separately Senna, with cotton wool.” A nine year old Mace pointed out as he got a bottle of water from the fridge, twisted the top off and gulped it down.
Like Farren, he was a huge boy and though only nine and a half years old, he was already showing signs of losing his puppy fat to muscle. He enjoyed contact sports more than Farren had at his age and was already in a junior rugby team; they went to watch him play in matches every fourth Saturday.
He shook his head, sending droplets of sweat from his forehead everywhere and plastering his jet black hair to his face before he swiped it from jet black eyes.
“Do you feel better? How was practice?” Draco asked him.
His son grinned and nodded happily. “I had an amazing practice session! Dad Max said that I’m so good I could play rugby professionally!”
Draco grimaced. He didn’t know how he felt about having one of his sons playing Muggle sports professionally, but he forced a smile to appease Mace. He prayed that it was just a phase and didn’t last.
“I see you’re making short work of bathing Sully.” Max said as he came in and hung up the car keys on the magnetic hook attached to the fridge.
“That is not his name, stop calling him that!” Draco hissed.
His children giggled. “Baby Sully.” They cooed, very happy that the baby had been named by them, to a certain extent at least.
Draco growled and pulled his poor child from the torturous bath experience and wrapped him up in a soft, warm towel and cuddled him dry before layering him up with his clothes.
A ten year old Xabiere helped their eight year old quadruplets empty the bath into the kitchen sink as the younger children cleaned up the baby shampoo and the baby body wash into the baby wash box that was then put into the washed and dried baby bath that Xabiere then put back under the stairs where it was stored when not in use.
“Thank you all for helping me, I think you all deserve a star on your charts.” Draco declared.
His children cheered and rushed to the charts and Draco handed the newborn baby off to a watching, grinning Max, who took the baby and went into the living room to check on Harry, who was resting on the settee and Nasta, who was entertaining Leolin, their younger Faerie babies, Evie, Ser, Fee and Vie.
Draco made sure he put one star, in the children’s choice of colour, onto their charts and wrote why they were getting it underneath in pencil before he herded them out and took a moment to relax as he filled the kettle and set it to boil. He needed a nice cup of tea now to settle him down so he could take a moment to just breathe. He loved all of his children, but fuck they had a lot now, this new baby made twenty-eight, but there was so much love, so many good times, that he couldn’t ever imagine his life any other way, even when he cared to try.
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Blaise was horrified to see the destruction of the upper play room. To keep the living room clean and mostly clear, they’d converted several bedrooms on the first floor into one large, huge indoor playroom for all of their children, sectioned out into three areas, one square section had a linoleum floor and was used mainly as a painting area, but also housed playdough, soft clay, glue and glitter and, when they had supervision, papier-mâché.
The square section next to it was a soft play area where everything, including the walls, were padded with foam and was where their younger children played while in this room, the older children were allowed to go into this section, but they were not allowed to be rough and they needed to always be aware of where the younger babies were.
The third and final section was the same size as the other two areas together and was carpeted and housed all sorts of toys from play kitchens, to dolls houses, an assortment of cars and trucks, action figures, doll pushchairs, building blocks and Legos, board games, an assortment of stuffed characters, toy broomsticks and toy wands. Their kids had it all and more and everything they owned had been pulled from the wall lined storage cupboards and the toy chests and strewn all over the floor.
“What have you done?” He asked. “I came up to tell you all to get ready for bed, but no. Now you will all help me put every single one of these toys away before you get changed for bed.” He told the room of children. “Come on, the quicker you get to it, the sooner you can go to bed.”
“But Dada, I tired.” Lore sniffled, rubbing little eyes with a fist.
“No, you helped make the mess, now you get to clean it up with everyone else.” Blaise said sternly.
“I didn’t even make this mess!” A sixteen year old Farren complained. “I’m only here because Mum told me to come up and find Sully.”
He indicated the twenty-one month old baby in his arms.
“Fine, take your brother to your Mum and then get changed for bed, the rest of you, get to cleaning, now.”
Blaise did not relish the cleaning, but Nasta told them to lead by example, so he was stuck helping them clean up as he listened to them cry and whine that they were tired and that they didn’t want to clean up and it wasn’t fair, even as they dragged their feet as they cleaned up.
“I was wondering what was taking so long.” Nasta said as he poked his head around the door. “What happened?”
“Daddy Nas, tired!” A six year old Lian cried out, brilliant green eyes flooded with tears making them immediately think of Harry crying. It was harder to deny a crying Lian than their other babies because their child was growing up to look like a carbon copy of Harry.
“You clean up this mess first.” Nasta said sternly. “You helped make it, now the quicker you do it, the sooner you’ll finish and you’ll all be tucked up in bed before you know it.”
“You should have seen it when I first came in here. They must have dragged out everything onto the floor and I mean everything.” Blaise said as their tired children went back to picking up toys and games.
“Looking at this, I can believe it. You did right making them pick it all up before sending them to bed.”
Blaise nodded, but he was very pleased with the reassurance. He was still a little lost sometimes when it came to discipline, being told that he was doing it right helped reinforce that he could do this and he was doing it right, it gave him the confidence to keep going and to keep making these decisions.
It took almost an hour before everything was picked up and put away and Blaise’s back was aching from how often he’d bent over to pick things up and his children had gotten more and more tired as the time passed.
Harry had come in and taken their younger children and put them to bed, including a four year old Lore, the almost six year old triplets and a six year old Lian. The eight year old twins Ser and Sen had begged and pleaded to go to bed too, but Harry had told them that they had to clean up first and left it at that.
“Right, let this be a lesson to you; do not make such a mess again in the future.” Blaise said once everything was clean. “If you’ve stopped playing with something, you put it back before getting out another toy. I don’t want to have to do this every single time I come to tell you that it’s bedtime.”
“Tell your Dad Blaise that you understand what he just said.” Nasta said sternly as their sniffling children just stood quietly, rubbing at a multitude of different shaped and coloured eyes.
Blaise sighed when they all huffed out that they understood and they wouldn’t make a mess again.
“Come on then, bed.” He told them as he grabbed the younger twins and escorted them to bed as Nasta rounded up the nine year old quadruplets, having to carry Sae, who was almost boneless with tiredness and was already half asleep on Nasta’s shoulder.
A sixteen year old Calix snickered at his younger siblings as he passed them on the landing. “I told you three hours ago that our Dads would be very unhappy with the mess you’d made.”
“Shut up Cal!” Ceri snapped, glaring at Calix.
“Don’t snap at me because you’ve missed your bedtime, it wasn’t me who made such a mess.” Calix said as he took Mollie’s hand when she went to hug him and tugged her down the hall, up the stairs and into her bedroom.
“Calix, is Daddy Nas and Daddy Blaise really angry?” She asked, confiding in her big brother.
“Nah, Momo, they’ll be fine as normal tomorrow morning.” Calix assured her as he helped her remove the braids from her hair, combing it out with his fingers.
“They just seemed really angry this time.” She said as she went into her en suite bathroom to change into her pyjamas.
“You know Ric was unwell last night Mollie, they’re just worried. Dad Nasta and Dad Draco were up all night watching over Ric and Mum was very upset. Dad Blaise had to go to work on next to no sleep and when he came home it was to find the mess in the play room, he was just grumpy, that’s all.” Calix said as she came back out.
Mollie nodded, a mite happier than she had been before and she allowed Calix to tuck her up, but when he turned to leave, she tugged on his sleeve making him sit on the side of her bed.
“What’s Hogwarts like?” She asked nervously.
Calix laughed. “You aren’t still worried are you? Hogwarts is wonderful Momo, like nothing else you’ve ever seen, not even the Muggle castles Dad Nasta took us to on day trips compares. Hogwarts is…its magical Mollie and you’ll fall in love as soon as you see it in two months.”
“What if I don’t make any friends?” She asked softly.
Calix smiled and bent to kiss his sister’s forehead.
“Of course you’ll make friends.” He told her. “You’re a lovely young girl Mollie, you’re kind, funny and courageous, the other firsties will flock to you.”
She giggled at him and Calix stood up. “Now get some sleep and stop worrying, it’s not even August yet, you have over a month to go before you have to worry about school and I’m seriously not looking forward to my N.E.W.T years.”
Mollie giggled again at him and turned on her side to snuggle into her bed. Calix shook his head before he left her bedroom, turning out the light before shutting her bedroom door softly.
“Is she alright?” His Dad Max asked as he came out of the identical girls’ room.
“She’s fine, Dad. Still worried about going to Hogwarts, about not making friends and such, but no matter what house she gets sorted into, she’ll have an older brother or sister to watch over her.”
“Have you done your homework?”
Calix winced at his Dad Draco’s voice from behind.
“I’ve only been home for a few days!” He complained.
“The more you do now, the less you have to do later.” His Dad Draco told him.
“I know, I know. Just don’t want to do it so soon after coming home.”
“Go and get it now and I’ll help you if you need it.”
Calix rushed to get his school books, if he had help then his homework would go twice as fast. He’d definitely learnt that over the years and now that the younger kids were in bed, there would be no distractions and all of his Dads and his Mum would help him and they were definitely not stupid. He could get all of his homework done and out of the way tonight and then he’d be free for the next several weeks before he had to go back to school.
He arrived in the living room to find his Mum rocking Ric gently, his sick baby sibling was sleeping restlessly, but three of his sac-siblings, Farren, Tegan and Regan, were spread out around the coffee table with their homework spread out in front of them and they were waiting for him, their quills poised and ready to write with the help of their parents. He joined them quickly and sat ready and waiting as his Dad Nasta sat forward and looked at them all.
“So, what are we doing first?” He asked them.
The four of them looked at one another and then grabbed their books. “History!” They all said together with maniacal grins.
Nasta chuckled along with them and he looked at the heading of their essay and mentally prepared himself to guide them through their homework without telling them any of the answers or dictating anything to them, encouraging them to debate with him and each other and to put their answers into their own words. He loved the summer holidays when his children came home, he loved helping them realise that they knew exactly how to do their assignments, that they could do it, that they were very smart, individual people and they had the knowledge to do all of their homework. He loved the look of accomplishment on their faces as they finally threw down their quills with a happy crow of ‘Done!’ stretching themselves from where they had all been hunched over the table for the last hour and a half.
Of course Draco snatched up their parchments, sat back in his chair and began reading them through as their sixteen year olds went to the kitchen to get drinks and snacks and cups of tea for their parents. He loved helping all of their children, but as he was handed a cup of tea just how he liked it, he loved having his own little helpers too.
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A/N: This came to me a while ago, but I’ve only recently had the time to sit down and finish it, my self-imposed ban on working on The Rise of the Drackens is doing wonders for the Scaled Bits chapters I have stored up in my documents folder.

I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter and there will be another Scaled Bits chapter coming around soon, I’m also still hopeful about getting out something for Lycanthrope Factory and for Damaged Bodies, I’m sure that everything will be fine as long as I keep my focus away from The Rise of the Drackens for another few weeks.
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