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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All rights of Harry Potter belong to J. K. Rowling. I am making absolutely no money from this piece of fictional writing.

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19^th to 20^th April 2014

Braiden – 16 years 8 months old
Quintuplets – 16 years 3 months old
Eva and A – 15 years 3 months old
Taren – 14 years 2 months old
Lai – 13 years 6 months old
Xabiere – 12 years 1 month old
Mace and Evie – 11 years 5 months old
Mollie – 11 years old
Quadruplets – Ceri, Jay, Ethan, Sae – 10 years 1 month old
Ser and Sen – 7 years 11 months old
Lian – 6 years 4 months old
Triplets – Fee, Vie and Luce – 5 years 9 months old
Loren – 4 years 6 months old
Ric and Lanie – 3 years 6 months old
Sully – 1 year 7 months old
Triplets – Lia, Nia, Van – 10 months old
Pregnant with sextuplets

Scavenge

Harry sighed as he opened the seventeenth cardboard box in a row and took out the foil wrapped chocolate egg from inside carefully and put it in the basket of other colourful foil wrapped eggs.
It was Easter and he had promised his excited children an egg hunt. He hadn’t anticipated exactly how many eggs it would take to do a proper egg hunt though. He and Max had gone to several different supermarkets and bought forty eggs and four buckets of twenty smaller, mini hollowed eggs. He’d already owled off giant eggs to Braiden, Farren, Tegan, Regan, Calix, his identical twins, Taren, Lai and Xabiere, who were all at Hogwarts.
“How are you doing?” Nasta asked him with a soft smile as he came to touch his large, pregnant belly.
“How many eggs does one hunt need?” He asked rhetorically.
“You kept to the limit?”
“Yes, two eggs each and as many of the little ones as they can find, though I’m hoping that they’ll share them out once they’ve collected them, Senna’s going to be the worst for sharing. That one can pout for Britain and be more stubborn than the mule.”
Nasta held him and hummed against his neck, where he was kissing gently, his beard growth rasping across Harry’s skin. Harry laughed.
“Lay off. I have to get this done.”
“Don’t push yourself too hard.”
“I know I know, two months pregnant with quintuplets, I know. Stop fussing.”
“I can’t help it; this is the first set of quintuplets since the beginning.”
Harry nodded, remembering vividly that horrific birthing experience. “I remember love, but I’ve had quadruplets since then and three sets of triplets, I know better now and I know not to push myself too hard. I won’t be having yet another birth at four months gestation, two is more than enough and I trust you and the others to keep all threats away from us.”
Nasta nodded and snuggled him up tighter, watching as Harry took another egg from a box and put it in a basket.
Max came in through the back door and shook himself vigorously.
“It’s bloody cold out there.”
“It is late; it’ll be warmer tomorrow in the sun.” Harry allowed with a nod as Max put his empty basket down and sat to get himself a little warmer. “You haven’t hidden them too well in the toddler section have you?”
“No, they’re just lying in the grass mostly.” Max told him. “I can’t be watching my little babies struggling to find eggs in bushes and in flowerpots can I?”
“I wouldn’t put it past you.” Draco said as he came into the kitchen from where he’d been sorting out and cleaning up the living room.
Blaise came in with his own empty basket and he did almost the same as Max had, shaking himself and shivering as he shut the back door and came to sit down.
“How many more are left?” He asked with a groan.
“Ten eggs left to unbox and then the little mini ones.” Harry said, even as he took yet another blue foiled egg from its box and placed it in the basket with the other ones.
“This was a mistake.” Draco groaned. “Once they know you’ve kept your promise and put chocolate out in the garden we’ll be trampled in the stampede to get outside.”
They shared a laugh and Harry shook his head. “They can’t have any if they break the rules.”
“There are rules?” Max asked. “That’s not fun.”
“General rules.” Harry insisted sternly. “The older kids are not to take any of the eggs from the toddler section, they are not allowed to take eggs from other’s baskets, anyone found fighting over an egg will have that egg taken from them and hidden once again. The one with the most eggs at the end will win the golden bunny.”
“I wondered why you insisted on buying that.” Max said as he looked to the gold foil wrapped rabbit.
“We have to get to bed soon.” Nasta said worriedly as he looked from Harry to the clock on the wall with a frown.
“I’m okay, this is the last basket.”
“Max, Blaise, sort that out. Draco, you take Harry up to bed and I’ll lock up.”
“I am not one of our children!” Harry insisted angrily.
“I certainly hope not, I want to completely ravish you upstairs.” Draco whispered into his ear.
Harry laughed, anger completely abated as quickly as it had come. He wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck.
“Well if you want to utterly ravish me, I won’t say no to you.” He said huskily.
“You two just can’t be stopped!” Nasta sighed.
“Why would you want to stop us?” Harry asked as he cuddled in closer to Draco.
Draco picked him up and Harry snuggled in tighter, laying kisses and suckling bites to Draco’s pale neck as he was carried up the stairs and to their master bedroom. It was late, but it was never too late to have some loving with his beloved mates.
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Harry blinked open his eyes and lay still for a handful of heartbeats, listening. He was still very tired, his body ached pleasantly and it was very, very early morning if the pale light coming through the thick curtains was any indication, yet something had woken him up. Something was wrong, he could feel it.
He sat up, ignoring the twinge in his lower spine that had become oh so very familiar, and found a tearful little child at the end of his bed, cuddling a stuffed monkey tightly. He ran a hand through his hair and looked at the bedside clock; it was six in the morning.
“S’matter Lore?” He asked gruffly.
“Mumma, I had a bad dweam.” His sleepy child sniffled.
“Do you want to sleep with us?” He asked.
The four year old Lore nodded with a sniffle, rubbing at damp eyes, even as Harry encouraged his child to climb up onto the bed and crawl up to him.
He pulled the duvet back enough to slip his child under the cover and then lay back down, Loren held securely in his arms and Blaise, who was sleeping opposite Harry, grunted in his sleep and wrapped a solid arm around their child and they both sandwiched the frightened toddler between them.
“Nothing can get you now Loren, not even nightmares.” Harry whispered softly, groggily as he slipped back off to sleep.
Just before he went back to sleep he heard a soft voice in the darkness mutter a soft ‘Thank you Mummy.’ Before he and Loren slipped back into sleep, only to be woken an hour and a half later by the loud shouted cries of three very awake ten month old triplets.
“Ohh, someone go and get them, I need more sleep!” Max whined.
Loren giggled and that alerted his mates to the presence of a little four year old in their bed.
“Are you alright, Loren? Was it another nightmare?” Nasta asked their little child, propping himself up on an elbow and reaching a hand over Blaise and touching a fluffy head.
“I had a bad dream, Daddy Nas. Mummy let me sleep here so the monsters wouldn’t get me. I was going to stay in my bed, I just wanted to be sad, but I got too sad and the monsters were going to eat me, so I ran here.”
“There are no monsters here, Loren.” Draco assured the toddler.
“You can always come to our bed if you feel sad or scared though.” Blaise said with an encouraging nod.
“Mummy said I could.” Lore said with a nod. “But I don’t like too, you’re always kissing!”
Harry laughed. “That’s because we love one another Loren.”
“Kissing spreads cooties, Serra and Senna said so!”
“Don’t listen to those two, Lore.” Max said as he stretched before he yawned. “I suppose it’s time to get up, the royal babes are calling for breakfast.”
Harry chuckled and shook his head. “Come on Loren, let’s go and see if any of your brothers or sisters are up and then we can have breakfast.”
The morning was loud, raucous and, as Sully enjoyed throwing his breakfast over the table and the people sat near him, messy.
The only thing Harry could eat was strawberries. Like the last time he’d been pregnant with quintuplets, he was craving a different food every other hour and usually in disgusting combinations if he had two or three cravings at the same time, but this morning it was strawberries, big, juicy strawberries that had juice running down his chin after every big bite.
Blaise kept leaning over and running his tongue over the tracks the juice made, making Harry grin and bat at his head half-heartedly.
“We have a surprise for you all.” Nasta said once breakfast was done and the kids were raring to get down to some serious playtime. “We’re going to have an egg hunt for Easter.”
The cries of happiness and elation had Harry grinning as Max brought out eighteen little baskets. Unfortunately their younger Faerie babies couldn’t join in as they weren’t walking or even crawling yet, and their oldest Faerie, a sixteen year old Leolin, had told them that he wanted to supervise to make sure there was no fighting, he didn’t actually want to join in.
Harry held up the golden foil wrapped chocolate rabbit and there were declarations of wanting it.
“The one with the most eggs at the end of the hunt will win this rabbit here. There are some rules.”
His older children all groaned and frowned at him.
“There will be absolutely no fighting; this is a fun game, nothing that needs fighting. Anyone caught fighting will be put in time out and they won’t be allowed back into the hunt afterwards.”
“You will not take any egg from one of your brothers’ or sisters’ baskets.” Nasta said sternly. “Anyone caught stealing an egg from someone’s basket will not only be put in time out and not allowed back into the hunt, but will have their basket taken from them too.”
“There is a special area in the garden that has been fenced off. The older ones of you will not be allowed to take any egg from this section; it is for the toddlers only. Anyone under five years old will get their eggs from this fenced off section, the rest of you, the eggs are hidden all over the garden, in bushes, under trees, in the grass, some of the bigger eggs are hidden very well, so only those who go properly searching will find them.” Max told the avidly watching children.
“Do you all understand?” Harry asked and smiled when he received nods and excited quivering.
Max handed out the baskets and Leolin grinned at the excitement of his younger brothers and sisters. Harry held him back when Blaise and Draco let the kids into the garden. He got a huge, giant egg from the top cupboard.
“Here you go love, Happy Easter.”
“This is huge, Mum!”
Harry grinned. “It’s more than you deserve.”
“Dad Nas did not approve of these, did he?”
“He might have said they were a little too big.” Harry said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “But it’s a once a year treat, so he didn’t protest too much.”
“Thanks Mum. I’ll take this upstairs now and then I’ll be right back down to help with the hunt.”
Harry nodded and he picked up his remaining Faerie child and carried him into the garden, noting that Blaise had picked up the older Faerie baby. He cuddled the little, fragile boy in his arms before placing him in a special hammock that cradled his tiny body and supported him without putting pressure on his little wing joints.
“Mamma.” The little boy murmured, blinking huge golden eyes up at him and Harry’s face folded into such a soft smile as he stroked a soft, white pale cheek. His Faerie son closed his eyes and Harry watched as he drifted off to sleep quickly.
Blaise brought over the older Faerie baby and laid the sleeping baby next to the other Faerie baby in the hammock.
“This was a genius idea.” Blaise said with a smile as he brushed the cheeks of the two Faerie babies, who were rolled together because of the shape of the hammock.
Harry nodded before he turned back to look at the line of kids. Nasta was reiterating the rules to the older children while Draco was herding the younger ones into the makeshift fenced off area, where the eggs were just lying in the grass and the most hidden egg was lying half behind an upturned flowerpot. His little toddlers were giggling and he smiled when Loren, the oldest one in the toddler pen, took Sully’s hand and they went looking for eggs together. The younger triplets, who had only just found their feet a month before, were being escorted by Draco, who was hunched over, bent almost in half at the waist, two tiny hands in his own and one little triplet, the one who could walk the best out of the three, wibbling and wobbling in front of him.
“You sit by here, love.” Blaise encouraged helping him ease himself into a chair next to the hammock full of two Faerie babies.
Harry rolled his eyes, but said nothing as Leolin came back out, touching his Faerie siblings with a grin, before going with Blaise to supervise the hunt.
Harry could help laughing at the early morning excitement the hunt had garnered and the three bridges that Nasta had conjured last night for the purpose of hiding more eggs were being well travelled as Lian charged over one and Ceri crawled under another, hunting for eggs that they either found, or just missed because they were either too excited or rushing too much to see them.
Some were better at finding the hidden eggs than others and when Sae, his more academic, studious child, came and sat by his feet, little basket still completely empty, he felt his heart break. This was supposed to be fun, not make any one of his children feel inadequate to brothers and sisters. He knew his Sae was more into books and puzzles and this was just hammering home that Sae just wasn’t any good at anything to do with sports or physical activities and he hated that this was becoming a bad experience for his youngest quadruplet.
He nudged the ten year old with his foot and he bent down, pretending to tie his shoelace.
“Hey, Sae love, I think there’s a blue egg right under that first bridge, if you look you can see the sun glinting off the foil. Ceri has crawled past it twice now and Evie just missed crushing it with a knee. I think it would be safer in your basket.”
The smile that Sae gave him made him feel teary and he swore to pay more attention to his youngest quadruplet, just in case there was a little something more behind the morose, inadequate feeling mood today, other than just not being able to find an egg.
He watched as Sae dived under the bridge and picked up the blue wrapped egg that had been placed right under the wooden structure, away from the main crawl space, half hidden in shade. Sae put it proudly in the little basket on a stick like arm and the resulting grin almost shamed the sun as the ten year old started diving around the garden again, hunting once more with brothers and sisters for once not buried in a book or secluded away in a quiet room doing a puzzle. It helped that the blue wrapped egg had been one of the bigger eggs too.
Nasta gave him a look, not at all fooled, but Harry grinned cheekily and winked before going back to supervising from his chair. He wanted so much to be out there with his mates, running around with his children and encouraging them to hunt for eggs, giving them tips and hints and catching their infectious excitement and at two months pregnant, he usually would have been, but not with another set of quintuplets. He couldn’t risk his pregnancy or the health of his five babies or himself. He had to take it easy no matter how much he hated it or how much it frustrated and even angered him. He would not have another labour and birth like he had for his first set of quintuplets and he would not risk having another clutch like his eighth, where only his tiny little Mollie had survived what should have been his first set of triplets.
The hunt got called for a break at lunchtime as all the kids held on tightly to their baskets and counted up their eggs. Serra had the most eggs so far and was definitely not shy in pointing it out and goading the others into an argument.
“That’s enough, eat your lunches.” Max said, who had done a quick, picnic style lunch to make things easier on himself. “There are still twenty-seven eggs left to be found, you may have the most so far Ser, but you may not by the end of the hunt so be kind to your brothers and sisters.”
“Yes, Daddy Max.” Ser said softly, going back to the plate of food on the table.
The toddlers had found all of their eggs and Loren had made sure that they all had an equal number of eggs without being told to or prompted to do so, the little four year old had just done it instinctively, taking the hands of the younger ones; Sully, Lia, Nia and Vanna, and helped them find the eggs in the pen and Harry was just bursting with pride.
Draco took the little ones that he had been supervising to go for their naps after lunch, while the rest of them went to supervise the remaining thirteen children in the rest of the egg hunting while Harry stayed with his little Faerie babies, who had been left sleeping in the tableside bassinets, while he did the dishes.
He lived for days like this, where he had nothing pressing to do, where he could kick back and relax as he watched his children having a good time, it was days like this where he missed his older children, who were all in Hogwarts. He hated them being away from him, though he understood rationally that they needed an education, they needed to be away from him to grow and come into their own, but it hurt something within him to know that they were away from him for most of the year, where he could only converse with them through letters sent via owl.
He stayed indoors once he was done with the dishes, he took his little Faerie children into the living room and he sat on the settee, rubbing his belly. He’d only been able to eat a few sausage rolls and a handful of strawberries for lunch and he was feeling more than a little queasy.
He lay back and just rested, instead of pushing himself like he normally would have if he’d been pregnant with anything other than high multiples. Another set of quintuplets, he sighed and rubbed his forehead. They only had eight cots, which seemed like a hell of a lot, but seeing as those eight cots were spread through three different rooms and six of them were currently being used and would still be in use when he went into labour and gave birth…they needed three new cots for the arrival of the new set of quintuplets and five new mattresses and sets of linen. Thankfully the quintuplets would be in bassinets for the first month or two of their lives and he had five of those free thanks in part to his previous set of quintuplets.
He had been trying to work out exactly what they would need and how many they could get away with, but Ric and Lanie couldn’t be moved from their cots to a bed and Sully definitely wasn’t ready for that change yet. He just…there was nothing he could do to ease the need for more cots, either way they’d still need to buy one or two new ones, why not three? They’d been lucky and got by on just eight cots for all these years, through thirty-one babies, they were lucky for that and thankfully the transition from moving a baby from a cot to a bed was getting easier and easier with pressure from older brothers and sisters sleeping in ‘big boy and big girl beds’ and the younger children tried to emulate their older siblings more and more.
“There you are, are you okay?” Max asked as he came to sit on the side of the settee, facing Harry and cupping his face.
“I’m okay, I felt a bit queasy after lunch, so I came to sit down so I wouldn’t ruin the fun outside.”
Max petted his belly and looked at him with concern. “Do you want us to keep the kids in the garden?”
Harry shook his head hard. “No, absolutely not, I want to see them. I feel sick, that doesn’t mean I don’t want them around me. I want to hear all their tales and who won the egg hunt too; I have to present them with the golden bunny.”
Max nodded and stood, before bending to kiss his cheek, pulling back with a smile as he left to herd the children into the house.
Harry propped himself up a bit, but not too much as his belly protested with a sharp lurch. He breathed deeply and settled himself, propped up enough to imitate sitting up, but not enough to lose the contents of his tender stomach.
“Mummy! Mummy I won!” His oldest triplet, Fee, told him in excitement as his children all bound into the room.
“They cheated!” Lian exclaimed with a pout. “Vie and Luce put their eggs in Fee’s basket so they could win the gold bunny!”
Harry looked to Vie and Luce and saw that though they had some eggs in their basket, they had nowhere near the amount they’d had at lunch. He couldn’t believe that his little five year olds had even thought to do such a thing; they were definitely Draco’s children.
“The rules are the rules.” Max said as he handed Harry the golden bunny. “If you can’t accept that then your Mum will just keep the bunny for himself.”
The very thought of eating chocolate had Harry squeezing his eyes closed and swallowing down bile.
“Can someone go and get me those salted crackers, please.” He said softly as he breathed shallowly and calmly to control himself.
“Daddy Nas! Mummy’s going to be sick! Hurry!” Senna shouted over the sudden shrieks and concern all his children showed to him, as if Nasta hadn’t heard Harry ask for his crackers, the very crackers he only ever ate when he had a bad bout of morning sickness.
The noise did not help him with his control and he soon found himself holding his breath to suppress the urge to vomit, that was until Blaise distracted the kids and Nasta was able to come and help sooth him and feed him crackers. Not the most romantic moment in the world, but Harry really couldn’t have given two fucks in that moment as he nibbled the dry, salted crackers and allowed Nasta to rub his belly with no complaints.
Max came to stand by them and he had a cup of strong, bitter tea and a potion in his hands. Harry had gone right off of his usual honey tea, and chocolate, and cakes, and anything and everything sweet. If it was sweet, it was likely to make him vomit; he wanted bitter, salty and savoury foods, like the tart, out of season, strawberries and anything salted and bitter, like pickled onions, pilchards on toast and feta cheese, just holding the chocolate bunny today was making him battle his stomach as he could smell the chocolate through the foil.
The potion settled his stomach in minutes and the bitter tea battled his cravings and he was set to carry on his day, at least until the next instance where his pregnant body battled the smells and tastes around him.
“Are you better now Mummy?” Lian asked softly, petting his hair gently, like they’d been taught to do with the newborn babies.
“I’m fine love, your new brothers and sisters are making me feel a little sick, but I’m okay.”
“Bad babies!” Lore said, his four year old scowling at his belly as if the babies within could hear and understand what was said. It made him smile to think that Loren thought that the babies were making him sick on purpose, it was adorable.
“Come on, don’t let silly me ruin your Easter, go and eat all your eggs and swap and share with brothers and sisters, your Dad Nasta would like for you to only have two big eggs each, though the little eggs are all for you.”
“I have three of the big eggs.” Mace said with a shrug. His eleven year old looking at his brothers and sisters from his massive vantage point, he was even bigger than Farren had been at his age by at least two or three inches. He was chasing his namesake for the title of tallest person in the family.
“I only have one, Macie.” Sae said with a pout, showing the meagre basket which had the one big blue egg that Harry had pointed out and just three of the smaller eggs.
Mace immediately picked up one of his big eggs and dropped it into Sae’s basket, taking a handful of the smaller eggs and dumping them into Sae’s basket too.
“There you go, kid. Go get hyper.” Mace said as he accepted the excited hug from Sae and held the ten year old to his body before shoving Sae off and away.
Mace’s twin, Evie, gave him a grin and punched his shoulder.
“You’re such a softie.” Evie said with a wide grin.
Mace snorted. “It’s a worship thing.”
“How’d you work that out?”
“I’m the biggest one at home, so they all look up to me for that, but if I give them my eggs, they’ll worship me like a god!”
Harry couldn’t help the snort of laughter that came from him as he fell back on the settee and just laughed, joined by his mates, Mace, Evie, Leolin and Mollie.
“What’s so funny?” The younger kids asked as they looked around with frowns.
“Nothing kids.” Mace said with a grin. “Just enjoy your eggs and remember to swap and share, or you’ll only have to drink nasty Daddy Max’s Skele-gro when you have your teeth ripped out.”
That got the kids sharing and Harry smiled as he watched them. He and his mates had raised wonderful, amazing children and though some of them were more bratty than others, especially Senna, they were all sharing happily, even his Senna, who poked a small tongue out at Ethan who wanted Sen’s pretty purple foil wrapped egg that Senna just didn’t want to part with and handed Ethan a red wrapped egg instead.
Harry smiled at them all, they were all perfect, utterly perfect and he just knew that his new set of five would be just as perfect. They said that all Mothers thought their babies were the best, the most perfect, but his really, really were just utterly perfect. They were polite, kind, loving, they shared well, they showed concern and compassion for those around them, they were well behaved in public and they had table manners next to none, he was immensely proud of his babies, they were perfect, everyone who didn’t agree were just jealous and bitter people who only wished they had a child like his.
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A/N: Happy Easter lovelies! Or as I say, national chocolate week (month). I hope you’re all well and happy and that you’re enjoying yourselves.

I’m close to updating Damaged Bodies, which is good news! The Rise of the Drackens will not be updated until I’ve updated both Damaged Bodies and Lycan Factory as I just don’t want to work on it, sorry, but that’s how it goes, so stop with the ‘is this story abandoned’ line just because I haven’t updated in a month, it’s ridiculous.

To those who were confused over Braiden’s inheritance in the last chapter. I did not, nor will I, reveal if Braiden is a dominant or a submissive Dracken. That is a long, long way off yet, as in, only when The Rise of the Drackens is done and finished. You didn’t miss anything and I excessively read, re-read and then read it through again to make sure that absolutely no hint of his status was mentioned or even hinted at in the chapter, there is no way to tell what he is from what I wrote in the last chapter, you didn’t miss anything and there were no hidden hints, I promise.
I think that’s everything covered, for those who read these notes at least! I’ll see you lovelies soon, as I said, Damaged Bodies will be first, though that Baby Harry Stark crossover is going really good, I very much enjoy that plot and the Myron/Harry Scaled Bits chapter will be finished very soon, it has to be or I’m going to be up 40,000 words on it and I just can’t be doing a chapter that long.
I’ll see you lovelies soon,
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