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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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August 2027

Nasta – 67 years old

Max – 60 years old

Blaise – 47 years old

Draco – 47 years old

Harry – 47 years old

Braiden – 30 years old

Quintuplets – 29 years old

Eva and Ave – 28 years old

Taren – 27 years old

Lai – 26 years old

Xabiere – 25 years old.

Mace and Evie – 24 years old.

Mollie – 24 years old.

Quadruplets – 23 years old.

Ser and Sen – 21 years old.

Lian – 19 years old.

Triplets – Fee, Vie and Luce – 19 years old.

Loren – 17 years old.

Ric and Lanie – 16 years old.

Sully – 14 years old.

Triplets – Lia, Nia and Van – 14 years old.

Sextuplets – 13 years old.

Lye – 8 years old.

Caron – 7 years old

Lala – 5 years old.

Oliver – 18 months

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Summer Sweetness

It was the height of summer and Harry hadn’t fallen pregnant in the last five years, he hadn’t even had a heat period for the last five years, but that was alright. It gave him plenty of time to run around after the growing children he did have.

His youngest, a sweet little child affectionately nicknamed Lala, was running around barefoot, wearing absolutely nothing but a sun hat, who was being chased around, screeching and laughing as Nasta tried to catch the very quick five year old to get more sun cream on the naked, sun bared body.

“You need to run faster than that!” Max called out teasingly, laughing uproariously when Nasta gave him a good glare.

Harry smiled but he sighed as he looked at his spread children. His house was beginning to feel empty. He had twenty-two children who still lived at home with him, but only three of them weren’t teenagers yet, so next month, when eleven of his children rushed off to Hogwarts, he would be left with three children who were too young to go, his two remaining Faerie babies and the six children who were out of Hogwarts, some of them even with jobs already, but still lived at home for the moment, but he knew that wouldn’t last for long. That thought clenched his heart tight until it took him a moment to be able to breathe. He didn’t want Lala to be his last ever child.

“Are you alright?” Blaise asked him as he set a tray of iced lemonade on the table and pulled him into a hug, kissing his upturned face gently.

“Empty nest syndrome again.” Harry said softly.

“We’ve told you this before love, to have empty nest syndrome, your nest actually has to be empty first.” Blaise teased him with a grin.

Harry chuckled. “I know. I just…I don’t want Lala to be our last child.”

“Stop stressing over it Bello, it’ll make it worse. If it’s going to happen, then it’ll happen, but seriously, forty children is more than I ever thought I’d get. I love all forty of them and I love the little ones we have tragically lost as well. Not to mention we’re the G word now.”

Harry laughed at that as Blaise pulled a distasteful face.

“Speaking of…Xabiere is coming around soon with Oliver.”

“Why just Ollie?” Blaise asked.

“He doesn’t want Oliver to be left out with the new baby, he’s the one old enough to miss the attention and the playing, so we’re babysitting for a bit.”

Blaise snorted. “I’m almost fifty; I’m not used to rushing after an eighteen month old.”

Harry smiled. “You need to get used to it again, I could have a heat period soon.”

Blaise gave him a look and Harry turned away from it. He refused to believe that his body was infertile, that his baby bearing days were over, it had only been five years, it could still easily happen.

“Hey Mum!” Harry turned and he grinned at the handsome twenty-five year old who was trying to hold a squirming, wriggling bundle of excited energy. “Look Ollie, it’s Nana, go over to Nana.”

“Nan-nan!” Oliver cried out and immediately reached for him and Xabiere handed his son over happily and with a sigh of relief.

Harry cradled that tiny boy tightly and cuddled him as Ollie wrapped arms around his neck and hugged him.

“How are you Xabe?” Blaise asked as he stood to embrace him.

“Fine, Dad. Just tired. We really, really appreciate you taking Oliver today.”

“How’s the baby?” Harry asked with a grin.

Xabiere rolled his dark eyes. “Loud. Very, very loud. I haven’t slept in two days! Two whole days!”

Blaise and Harry shared a look before they burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Max asked as he jogged over after seeing Xabie on the back porch. “You know I like laughing.”

Harry calmed and shook his head as Max picked up Ollie and gave him a wet, smacking kiss which made the toddler giggle.

“Xabiere thinks he’s hard done by because he hasn’t slept in two days.” Blaise told him.

Max chuckled. “Love, we never slept for three months when you were born. You squalled every hour of every day until you found out you could suck your own toes.”

Xabe blushed and glared at them. “I’m sure you made that up.” He sniffed.

“Go and be with your mate and newborn, we’ll sort out Oliver for you.”

“Thanks Mum.” Xabe said and he bent to kiss Harry’s cheek, kissed his son, waved at his Dads’ and then he was gone again as quickly as he’d come.

“Come on Ollie; let’s go get you settled down with your Aunts and Uncles!” Max cooed.

“That sounds so strange.” Harry shook his head. “They’re about the same age and Lala is still in nappies as well!”

“Only for sleeping.” Blaise told him.

Harry nodded. “Maybe, but it’s strange to think that Ollie is their Nephew.”

Max nodded. “Just wait until we have more children, they’ll be younger than their Nieces and Nephews.”

Blaise shot Max a glare and Harry sighed. “Stop fighting silently over my head. Max is right, when we have more children now, they’ll have several Nieces and Nephews who are older than them, we can’t control that.”

“Harry…” Blaise said softly.

“Don’t even go there.” Harry growled. “Don’t bring this up again. I won’t have it.”

“What’s going on?” Nasta asked. He had finally caught Lala and got the five year old smothered in a fresh coat of sun cream and he had let the baby run free again.

“Max is encouraging Harry again.” Blaise said, even as Nasta took baby Oliver from Max and started covering him in sun cream.

Nasta breathed out deeply. “Can we not fight about this where little ears can hear, please. It’s impossible to tell if Harry will ever have another heat period. He could very easily, so you shouldn’t be complacent and it’s ridiculous to fight over it, so just stop it already.”

Harry kissed Nasta happily and he moaned when he was immediately rubbed over with sun cream.

“Nas!” Harry groaned.

“If you’re coming out in the sun, you’re being protected.” Nasta insisted.

“Go and attack Blaise then!” Harry complained.

“Blaise has already got sun cream on.” Nasta countered.

Harry huffed and stood still…the quicker he let Nasta have his way, the quicker this unavoidable occurrence would go.

“Nan-nan!” Oliver toddled to his legs and Harry pressed a hand to the back of his head and cuddled him.

“How are you sweetie?” He cooed to the little boy.

Oliver turned around and pointed to the little paddling pool they had set up in a shady patch.

“Do you want to go in the pool? Come here then.”

Harry pulled off Oliver’s little shorts, his socks and trainers and his shirt and Nasta fell on him with even more sun cream to cover the newly exposed parts and Ollie giggled and twisted in his hold.

“You’re free, Ollie, free! Run my little grandson, run!” Max cried out as he took the tiny hand and ran with his grandson to the little pool, a very naked Lala jumping in with them.

“Max is so strange, why did you pick him again?” Blaise teased.

“It’s been over thirty years now love; you get over that some time.” Harry teased right back.

“Mum! Dad!” A voice screeched out.

Harry turned, automatically sensing the panic in his child, to see one of his special surprises standing over another of them and he ran as fast as his body could go. He dropped to his knees to see a thirteen year old Rus, propped up on one elbow, holding a hand to a head pumping out blood.

“Max!” He yelled before he scooped Rus into his arms and rushed to the porch, where the extra-large first aid kit was kept on the ‘adult’ table.

Max ran with him and when he settled Rus down onto the table, Max immediately took over flipping open the case and getting out a sealed sachet containing an alcohol wipe.

“What happened?” Harry asked Rus as calmly as he could, not wanting to panic his child.

“We were just playing, Mum. I tripped and I must have caught my head on something. The blood shocked me and Eris is all, there’s too much of it.” Rus sniffed tearfully.

“Head wounds always bleed a lot.” Max said with a kind, reassuring smile as he cleaned up the, surprisingly small cut. “See, this is nothing!” He declared loudly and with a funny face, which made Rus smile. “If this little thing had been on your knee, then you wouldn’t even have noticed it, Emmy.”

“Will Rus be okay?”

Harry turned to see five pale faces all staring at him and Harry sighed, smiling. “Rus is going to be just fine. Go and play, Rus will join you in a couple of minutes.”

The five other sextuplets had to be shooed away another several times before they sulked off as only teenagers could manage and they didn’t go far. They climbed onto the stilted play house and lounged around it, looking over worriedly.

Harry still remembered when he’d first had his sweet six…he’d fully believed he was having a second set of quintuplets, to go into his nest, to go into labour and cut himself open, only to pull out six babies, not the five he had been expecting, he had been very, very shocked and a little panicked if he was truthful.

He had been very unprepared, thankfully he always, always took in extra cord clamps, bottles and formula powder and now he was very glad that he had, otherwise he might have lost Rus, his youngest sextuplet.

Technically he had only conceived quintuplets, but his two oldest sextuplets, Ren and Rey, were identical twins, down to the last freckle and the way they styled their hair, they even had the same taste in clothes and music. It drove him mad sometimes trying to figure out which one was which, but they had little tells that he had learnt to pick up on over the years.

“Mummy, is Wus, okay?”

Harry picked up his little five year old and kissed Lala softly.

“Emerus will be just fine, love.” Harry said as he showed the five year old the table where Rus was sat, having a plaster shoved over the little cut on his forehead that had been dabbed with a healing paste.

“Wus-wus okay?” Lala asked softly.

“I’m fine, Lars.” Emerus said with a smile. “Just a small cut.”

“Wus-wus got small baddie.”

“Everything will be fine; you go and play with Ollie.” Harry assured him.

Lala rushed off, went down the short slide from the porch to the back garden, little bottom bared for everyone to see as the five year old jumped straight back into the pool, where Nasta was sat in a lawn chair, supervising Oliver who was splashing the water with his hands, screeching loud enough to wake the dead.

“Why did you let Draco have a say in that one’s name?” Max groaned. “Lala.” He chuckled.

Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m wondering that myself. I was still on the pain potions when I agreed to let him pick one middle name, he had to go and choose Abraxas.”

Max nodded. “No more baby naming on pain potions for you.”

Harry chuckled. “It was my idea to add Arcturus as his first middle name, to honour Regulus Black who died fighting for the same cause that I sacrificed so much for.”

“But, seriously. Larsen Arcturus Lucius Abraxas.” Blaise teased.

“It is a strong, pureblood name!” Max said haughtily, impersonating Draco. “He’s just upset that he didn’t notice Lars’ initials spelt out Lala before the birth certificate was registered.”

Harry smiled. “It doesn’t matter.” He said. “We’ve had a few children like that. Map, Cap, Lap, Sap, Rad, JCB, Gasp and now Lala. After every one we say we’ll take greater care, but we don’t.”

“It doesn’t really matter.” Nasta told them gruffly from the chair he was sat in; his eyes never once strayed from the two boys in the pool.

“No, but still, I’d rather not call my baby cut, crap, ick, puke or something like that, next to those I’d rather have Lala.”

“Agreed.” Blaise nodded as he kicked the ball that knocked into his ankle and it went flying down the huge garden, a seven year old Caron and an eight year old Lye went running after it, the both of them panting and red cheeked under their sunhats.

Harry checked on his two little Faerie babies and found them both lying on their fronts, staring at one another. He shook his head as he watched the identical twins cock their heads at each other and stare harder.

“What in the world are they doing?” He asked aloud.

His mates looked to where he was gazing and Max snorted. “I think they’re in love.”

“They’re identical.” Blaise pointed out. “Does that mean they’re in love with themselves as well?”

“Well they are Nasta’s kids, it could happen.”

Harry rolled his eyes and Nasta didn’t dignify them with a response as they giggled together like teenage girls.

“You two are as bad as one another.” Harry told them with a grin.

“Go and tell those girls that they need more sun cream.” Nasta said.

Harry looked over to the group of sun loungers, where his three nineteen year old girls were sunbathing in their new summer bikinis that Draco had said that they weren’t allowed to have, but Max had bought for them regardless.

“Oi, my little beach babes, your Dad Nasta says to get your bums over here and get more sun cream on.” Max yelled.

“I’m never going to get a tan, Dad!” Neave complained as she and her sisters slowly sat up and picked their way over to where Nasta was sat with half the supermarkets supply of sun protection.

“Good.” Nasta said shortly as he handed over the bottle and watched as the grumbling girls layered up their coverage.

“Don’t forget your cleavage.” Max teased.

“Dad!”

“Hey, if you’re going to show it in those scraps you call swimwear, you can damn well slap on some sun cream.”

Harry laughed as he watched his girls all scoff at Max, helping one another to get the sun cream on their backs and adjusting the straps on their tiny tops.

“There, all done.”

“Get a drink before you sit back down.” Nasta ordered.

The girls waved to show they’d heard him and they disappeared into the house to get their drinks. Harry looked around the garden, at his kids spread out, sat talking, playing, running around, back to his Faerie babies staring at one another and to his youngest, Larsen and his grandson, Oliver playing in the pool.

“Are you happy?” Blaise asked him softly, nuzzling the side of his head.

“Yeah. I wish Draco was here with us, but yes, I am happy.” Harry said with a smile.

“We’re having Braiden and his mates over for dinner tomorrow. That’ll cheer you up a bit, yes?”

“I can’t believe we celebrated his thirtieth birthday last week. Our baby boy is thirty years old!”

“He’s not our baby boy anymore, Harry.” Blaise said understandingly.

“He’ll always be our baby boy!”

“That may be, but he has his own life now, love. His own family, his own children, we have to leave him to get on with it.”

Harry nodded. “I know, I just wish we could go back for a little bit, back to when he was still a baby, just so I could hold him in my arms for a little while.”

“Do you want to get the baby albums out tonight?” Blaise asked him.

Harry just nodded as he snuggled up in Blaise’s arms.

“I know you don’t want any more, I just really hope that this is a dry spell and I do have another heat period, that I do have another baby.”

“I never said I didn’t want any more children.” Blaise insisted to him firmly. “I just think that we won’t have any more now, that’s all. I think Larsen will be our last.”

“You two okay?” Max asked as he came and threw his huge arms around them.

“Yeah, Harry wants to get the baby albums out tonight.” Blaise told him.

Max nodded. “It’s been a while since we watched the camcorder footage too; maybe we can watch a few of those as well.”

“Can we?” Harry asked with a beaming look up to Max, who chuckled deeply and bent down to kiss his mouth, his hands dipping low to get a quick grope of Harry’s bum in his tight cargo shorts.

“Of course we can. I love you, Harry, never change and never grow up.” Max told him as he stared into Harry’s beautiful eyes.

Harry looked up at him with that cheeky grin that Max loved so very much.

“I won’t if you won’t!” Harry told him.

“Done deal.” Max said before pressing their lips together to ‘seal’ the deal.

“Knock it off you two.” Nasta said with a smirk. “I can’t join in just yet.”

He indicated the two boys still screeching and splashing about in the water, playing with little balls, rubber ducks and little fishes that swam when they were touched via a simple charm.

Harry sat himself down on the grass beside the pool and he started splashing about with his son and grandson. True he did want more babies, but he thought in a deep, dark part of his mind, that if he never had a heat period again, if he never had another baby again, then at least he’d already left a huge legacy in his forty intelligent, beautiful, wonderful children, that would carry on in their sweet children. He thought in that deep part of his mind that at least he still had his little grandbabies to love and fuss over and for that, he was eternally grateful.

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A/N: Just a short, sweet scene to make me a little happy. My Grancha didn’t last long. He came out of the hospital on the 5^th of June, he died four days later on the 9^th. I haven’t felt like writing at all since then, but today I got some inspiration to write after an afternoon spent in the sun being attacked with water by my baby cousin, who has helped me through this horrible time.

I hope you can all bear with me, the funeral is in two weeks, I’ll see how I’m feeling then, but at the moment, I’m okay and I’m happy to give you this short, sweet mini chapter and I’ll see about getting up something for Damaged Bodies for those of you reading that. The funeral is going to be hard and I don’t know how I’ll react to that, but for now, I am okay.

So I gave you some names and some genders in this chapter, I hope you like that and I hope I cleared up the confusion over the sextuplets being in the baby ages in the top and then Harry saying he only had quintuplets in the actual chapter, but as I said to those who asked in the reviews he and his mates thought that he was having quintuplets because one baby was hidden during the scans, but he actually had sextuplets, so I hope that’s cleared up for you.

Anyway, I hope you lovelies have enjoyed this short scene, until later,

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