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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169456 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
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A/N: This chapter is set to tie in perfectly with today, the 5th of August 2014, the day that Harry gives birth to his sextuplets.
There will be graphic descriptions of a self-caesarean, but as Harry is feral and out of his mind, it is a bit distanced.

July/August 2014

Nasta – 54 years
Max – 47 years
Blaise – 34 years
Draco – 34 years
Harry – 33/34 years

Braiden – 16 years
Quintuplets – 16 years
Eva and Ave – 15 years
Taren – 14 years
Lai – 13 years
Xabiere – 12 years
Mace and Evie – 11 years
Mollie – 11 years
Quadruplets – 10 years
Serra and Senna - 8 years
Lian – 6 years
Neave, Fee and Luce – 6 years
Loren – 4 years
Ric and Lanie – 3 years
Sully – 22/23 months
Lia, Nimi and Van – 13/14 months
Harry is 5 months pregnant with sextuplets.
The Surprise Gift
He had known it was coming, naturally. He had been on serious bed rest for the last two months as he just couldn’t move easily any more. His mates were incredibly overprotective of him this time around, to the point where he was sure that they’d cast charms on him to alert them to every single move he made because if he even dared stand up and walk to the bottom of the stairs, one or even two of them were just there, ready and willing to carry him up and then back down the stairs.
He’d had three sets of triplets, a set of them a little over a year ago to boot, and even a set of quadruplets, but this was his first set of quintuplets since his second pregnancy, when he’d almost lost his newborns as they’d been born too early and where he’d had to work to get his Calix and Leolin breathing, where he’d forced them to take that first breath to get them to live.
He’d taken excessive care with this pregnancy, since he’d lost Jaime and Cassie eleven years ago now; he’d taken excessive care with his higher multiple pregnancies, he’d been constantly told that he carried well and that he did everything right, but he’d let that go to his head and when he’d fallen pregnant with his first set of triplets, he’d done too much and because of that he’d pushed himself into early labour and they’d been born far too early and as a result, two of his newborns had died leaving him with only the one. His little fighter, Mollie, who despite the terrible start to life where she’d been in Saint Mungos for two months before she’d been able to come home, she was coming on so wonderfully well and she was about to start Hogwarts now in September, she’d been more excited to get her own set of Hogwarts uniform robes than she’d been to get her first real wand.
He was very heavily pregnant and he’d carried so well this time around, he was five months gone now as it approached August and he was so pleased and proud of himself that he’d given the five babies within him a fighting chance of surviving their birth, especially after the horrific birth his first and only other set of quintuplets had given him, the scare they had given them all really, especially poor Sanex.
He was very large, much larger than he’d been with the first set of quintuplets, which made sense really as he’d carried them for a month longer, but having this extra weight on himself was…burdening and not only couldn’t he move very well, he could do little more than pat his children on the head or have them snuggle into his side as there was no way he could pick them up or sit them on his bump, not that his mates would have allowed him to do that in the first place, but it upset him and his younger children that he couldn’t cuddle them properly, like they all wanted. It was frustrating and he was ready for this pregnancy to be over now, but he felt bad for thinking such things when he knew that every added day would be an added boost to the babies within, an added day could be the difference between them having a good start in life, or a bad one.
But he’d just managed to hold on to his older triplets’ sixth birthday on the seventeenth of July and then he’d slipped away and gone into his nest. He was going to miss his own birthday, he was almost certain of that, but he didn’t know if he was going to make his oldest son, Braiden’s, birthday on the fourteenth of August, all he knew was he was naked, about two miles from his home, in a very hard to access area of a cliff in the forest behind their back garden. It was halfway down the face of the cliff, he’d found the biggest outcrop he could and he’d made his nest on it, making sure that the ‘walls’ of his nest facing the sheer drop were higher and more solidly packed, just for a bit of extra security.
He heard his mates calling him desperately, he could sound out the panic in their calls, their desperation and he trilled back happily, peacefully. He was fine; he was safe, though he was a little annoyed at their needless interruption.
He scented them around him then and he hissed, he wanted them to go away. He was trying to keep himself and his unborn babies safe, hidden and protected, he couldn’t do that if his mates were hovering around his nest site!
They left him alone after he’d hissed at them a few times and he settled down, resettling his wings and tucking them into his body as he stroked over his huge bulge. He hoped that it wouldn’t be long now.
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“Where’s Mummy?”
“Want Mama!”
“Mummy always tucks me in!”
“I want Mummy to baff me!”
“I want Muma cuddles!”
Nasta was at his wits end with his children as he heard the demands being shouted from upstairs that his children wanted their Mother. It’s all they’d gotten for the last several days since Harry had gone into his nest. His nest that he had built halfway up a sheer drop cliff he might add.
It was no wonder he was grey at the temples. He felt continuously worried and with Eva and Ave coming into their Dracken inheritances in just five months, he was beginning to think he was losing his marbles.
Max came in with a sniffling Sully and he offloaded the almost two year old boy onto Nasta and sunk down onto his knees and prostrated himself on the floor, hugging him around the shins.
“I can’t take this anymore, I can’t!”
Nasta chuckled and threaded his fingers through Max’s hair. He smirked when he felt the curls under his fingers. They’d all been so worried, so rushed off of their feet in the last month with Harry’s pregnancy with another set of quintuplets, him suddenly disappearing into his nest and then their children demanding that their Mother come back…Max hadn’t had a chance to cut his hair back, so it was just starting to curl at the ends, he looked gorgeous with it, but he wouldn’t have it and every morning he swore he was going to cut it later that day, only he never found the time to do it, there was always something that needed his attention or another job he needed to do and his haircut got pushed to the side and all the while, his curls grew in.
“It won’t be much longer, we can hold down the fort until then.” Nasta said soothingly as he rocked Sully in the crook of his arm, the sniffling twenty-two month old calming quickly as he was rocked gently.
“It’s eleven at night and half the kids are still awake because they want Harry. There’s nothing we can do and they aren’t listening to us.”
“They’ll just have to go without, now come on, up you get. Go and make us all some tea. I’ll have these kids all in bed in ten minutes.”
“What about your paperwork?” Max asked with a guilty look at the growing pile of work Nasta had to do.
“Family comes first.” Was Nasta’s simple reply as he stood up and carried a now sleeping Sully up the stairs to the nursery.
He put the boy into his cot and went back onto the landing and shut the nursery door. He went up another level to complete chaos. Kids were running around and still playing, the younger ones were refusing to go to bed or were crying for Harry and every time Draco or Blaise caught a child and put them to bed, they reappeared on the landing a few minutes later, giggling and pulling faces at their Fathers.
“That is more than enough!” He shouted to make himself heard and everything just stopped. “Just what do you think you are playing at? It is eleven O’clock in the night and you’re charging around like wounded rhinos, ignoring your Fathers and even defying them! It ends now, I won’t have such disrespect shown to us, we are your parents and you will respect us as such. You will all get into bed this instant or you won’t like the consequences that come to you. Go to bed, now!”
The kids scrambled in every which way on Nasta’s command like a flock of frightened birds, leaving Blaise and Draco to fall against walls in relief that their never ending ordeal was finally over.
“Make sure those kids are actually in their beds and then come down stairs, Max made tea.” Nasta said gruffly before he went down a floor and checked on the nurseries.
In the first their thirteen month old triplets were all sound asleep and Sully had thankfully joined them, in a second nursery next door to the first, their three year old Faerie twins were fast asleep too, undisturbed by the noise and commotion going on around them.
He sighed; he hated shouting at his children. He hated it, but when they got like this, so wound up and overtired, there was nothing else for it. He went down into the kitchen and hugged Max tightly.
“I know you hate it.” Max said with a sigh as he hugged him back tighter, putting four wet kisses on his forehead for good measure. “But you’re the only one with enough authority to get them to do exactly as you say, must be a top dominant thing.”
Nasta grunted as he separated from Max. “You just want to always make me out to be the bad guy.”
Max looked surprised. “You actually think that? I don’t I swear, it’s just they don’t listen to me, or at least not all of them. Some ran for their rooms when I told them to, in my most serious voice I might add, but when the others didn’t listen, they crept back out again. Only you could have gotten every single one of those kids in bed.”
“Is Braiden home yet?” Draco asked as he came into the kitchen, tired and weary.
“Not yet, he still has ten minutes on his curfew.” Nasta said as he looked at the clock. “He’s almost seventeen now, he needs his space and independence.”
“He’d better be here at half eleven though.” Blaise said darkly. “I don’t like him being out so late.”
“He’s gone to a music concert, they usually end at eleven.” Max insisted, trying to play the peacemaker. “Give him some time to buy some mementos, say goodbye to any friends he’s made and then get himself home. He’s a good kid, he’ll be here at half eleven or there abouts. A few minutes over is acceptable, we all agreed on that.”
They went into the living room with the tea that Max had made for them and Nasta dragged his paperwork back towards himself. He had more of it than he knew what to do with and he knew some of it was overdue, but with Harry heavily pregnant and now nesting, there wasn’t a lot that he could do. He’d meant it when he’d said that his family came first, they would always come first, but it also meant he was not only stressed at home at the moment, but he was stressed over his work too and he was sleeping less and less lately.
At twenty-five minutes to midnight, five minutes over Braiden’s curfew, a key was pushed into the lock of the front door and turned quietly. The door shut just as quietly and they heard a body flump onto the floor to remove a pair of shoes, soft footfalls on the wooden flooring of the hallway came their way before their handsome son came into the living room grinning happily, a backpack slung over his shoulder. He looked at their faces and then at the clock on the mantel piece. His face fell.
“I’m sorry, I must have lost track of time when I went buying stuff after the gig. I didn’t mean to be late, I’m sorry.”
“Calm down, we won’t begrudge you five extra minutes, you’re lucky your Mum is nesting though, he’d have started pulling out his hair a second over half past in his condition.”
Braiden’s frown turned back into an infectious grin and the minute Max asked him how the concert had been, that was it. Braiden took them through a blow by blow account of every song, and from which album, the band had played, everything he’d done from the minute he’d left the house several hours ago, the people he’d met and he turned out his backpack and showed them the two tee shirts, the one hoodie, the new wallet and the hat that he’d bought, all with the bands logos and the tour date on them.
“Alright, I think we’re confused enough love, go and get yourself into bed.”
“Will Mum be okay?” He asked just before he left the room, his backpack slung back over his shoulder.
“He’ll be just fine. He’s had quintuplets before.”
“He was a lot younger then.” Braiden said worriedly.
“He was, he was a little older than you when he had them. It would be like you giving birth to one baby next month, falling pregnant and then giving birth again to five babies in January.” Draco said with a smile.
“Your Mother will be fine.” Nasta insisted as Braiden winced. “He knows what he has to do and he’s much more experienced now than he was back then. He knows what he has to do now and he’ll keep calm and just do it. I can’t guarantee he’ll be out in time for your birthday, but know that we’ll make it just as good as if he were here still.”
“A birthday without Mum just isn’t the same…how can it be when he’s not there? But I know you all try hard and I appreciate that and I won’t kick up a fuss if Mum isn’t there, but I’ll still want him to be there.”
“We know love, but he can’t help that he isn’t here.”
Braiden nodded and smiled. “I know that too. Goodnight.”
“Night.” They chorused back and Nasta sighed, dragging his paperwork back to himself and picking up his quill again.
“Do you want more tea?” Max asked.
“Please. This is going to take me another two hours at least.”
“You need some decent sleep.” Blaise said concernedly.
“I’m fine, this is already overdue and if I don’t keep on top of it then several more papers are going to be overdue by next week.”
“Stay in your office tomorrow.” Draco told him. “Sort out as much of it as you can and between the three of us, we’ll keep everything sorted.”
Nasta snorted. “I saw that tonight.”
“That’s not fair, they were riled up and they wanted Harry.” Blaise said.
Nasta sighed. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m just worried.”
“And stressed.” Max called from the kitchen.
Nasta rolled his eyes and went back to his paperwork; this was the worst part of being the senior Dragonologist on the reserve. Everyone came to him for everything and wanted his opinion before they did anything. He’d become the go-to guy at the reserve and the Handlers didn’t so much as sneeze around the dragons without asking him if it was alright first.
Two hours later and Nasta was the only one left down stairs, an hour and a half after he usually stayed up and at least an hour after he’d wanted to go up to bed, but that was when he heard someone padding softly down the stairs. He frowned and listened hard as someone went into the shoe cupboard they kept by the front door and when he heard the latch being taken off the front door, he moved quickly.
He came out of the living room, went down the hallway and turned right to the hallway that led to the front door, to find it open and a body halfway out.
“What in god’s name do you think you’re doing?” He demanded as the sight of his sixteen year old son met him. “It is three O’clock in the morning, where in the hell are you going?”
Farren almost jumped out of his skin when Nasta spoke to him and he looked so guilty and shamefaced that Nasta knew that he was up to no good.
“I was…I was just going for a run, it’s so hot upstairs that I can’t sleep, I thought a run might help.”
“We have a heat controlled gym.” Nasta said neutrally, folding his arms across his chest.
“It’s not the same as going out into the air.”
“You know that you’re not allowed out without permission. It’s three in the morning, Farren; get back in this house right now.”
“But my run…”
“You have three options, you go and use the gym, I can go upstairs and cast a cooling charm on your sheets, or I go with you on a quick run around the block.”
Farren coloured up and Nasta almost smirked, but he controlled it. If Farren was really going for a run he’d sit down right where he was and eat his own feet, socks and all.
“You…you don’t have to, Dad.”
“You’re sixteen; I’m not going to let you out of this house in the middle of the night without me.”
“You let Braiden go out!”
“Braiden is seventeen in three weeks, we knew exactly where he was and why and he was home at half eleven. I’ll repeat yet again, it is three in the morning, Farren. It’s not the same situation.”
“It’s just a run; I go with Mace almost every morning!”
“Exactly, you both go together and you go in the morning, not the dead middle of the night and you go with our permission as one of us is always up before you go on your morning runs to know where you are if anything happens or goes wrong.”
Nasta took a good look at his son and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what he’d had planned. He was wearing his best jeans, a good pair of trainers and a smart shirt. He had been going to meet someone, Nasta would bet every last Knut to his name on it.
“I just couldn’t sleep, Dad!”
He snorted. “You want to tell me what you’re doing really?” He said seriously. “Do you think I was born yesterday? Come here and shut the door.”
Farren reluctantly did as he’d asked and Nasta turned and went back into the living room, knowing that Farren would follow him. He sat down on a settee and Farren did the same.
“Now, where were you going?”
“For a run, I told…”
“Do you want to cut the blatant lies Farren and tell me where you were going, or rather who you were meeting? You don’t go running in a shirt and your best jeans.”
Farren blushed, but he bit his lip. “I’m almost seventeen.”
“And you think I’m being unfair on you by stopping my sixteen year old son from going out to meet who knows who at three in the morning? Without telling anyone that he was going out in the first place, I might add.”
Farren swallowed and looked down. “Her Dad wouldn’t like us together; we can only meet when she can sneak out at night because her Dad has her older brothers follow her during the day to make sure she isn’t coming to see me.”
“What did you do to make this man not want you near his daughter?” Nasta asked.
“Nothing! He just doesn’t like me.”
Nasta smiled. “As a Father myself I understand that. Do you think I’d want Eva or Ave sneaking out at three in the morning to meet some boy? How would you feel as their brother if you found out that one of them was sneaking out in the middle of the night without permission or anyone knowing where they were to meet some boy that none of us knew?”
Nasta saw Farren’s jaw clench and his fist flexed.
“I wouldn’t like it at all, but they’re my sisters, I wouldn’t like it if they were twenty and doing it, but I’d never hurt Sasha, Dad. Never!”
“You’ll eventually end up hurting her, Farren.”
His son opened his mouth to retort angrily, but Nasta held up a hand.
“You’re a dominant Dracken, you have to attend every meeting that’s called, how will Sasha feel about that? Always coming second best to strangers that you have never even met before, going to a meeting to try and win the submissive as a mate, so that you can have children with them? Do you think any woman would accept that? Do you think they should have to accept that, Farren?”
Farren looked upset. “But I really like her, she’s funny and smart and so pretty. I like being with her and I want to spend time with her! It’s not fair.”
“But does she deserve to live a life where you run off every time a meeting is called to survey another woman who you could mate with? You’ve already had one meeting, you know how hard the pull to go to the meeting is, it cannot be resisted. Would she agree to come second best while you mate to another woman and have children with her while treating Sasha as your mistress?”
Farren shook his head, looking angry at the very thought and upset that this was being laid out in such blatant terms. “No. She deserves so much better than that.”
“I know it isn’t fair Farren, but it’s not fair on Sasha either. Now, where were you meeting this girl? She needs to be taken home safely.”
Farren was panicked and he stood up quickly. “It’s okay, I’ll call her!”
“No, you’ll tell me where she is and I’ll go and get her and see her home safely myself. Don’t argue with me over this, I will not have her family blaming me or you for anything that happens to her on the walk home.” He said with his no nonsense tone.
“At the park around the corner.” Farren said very upset now.
“Come on then, let’s go and get her and see her safe.”
Farren led the way and Nasta followed his tall, bulky son, walking in silence to the park that they’d been taking the kids to ever since they were old enough to know what a play park was, but it seemed that the closer to the park they got, the more Farren slowed down. Nasta wondered what it was about this girl that Farren didn’t want him to know.
They walked over the field of grass and arrived at the play area and a small figure was sat on the swings, what surprised Nasta the most though was that Sasha was not a she at all, but a he. He gave a solid look to Farren and placed a hand gently on the small shoulder, softly calling out the boy’s name, if Sasha was his actual name and Farren hadn’t been lying about that too. The person jumped and looked at him with panic, before noticing Farren behind him.
“Farren.” He said in palpable relief.
“This is my Dad, Sash, he caught me trying to sneak out. He stayed up later than usual.” Farren said softly.
“I’m going to take you back home safely, Sasha.” Nasta said. “You two should never have agreed to meet up at such a late time, anything could have happened to you both and I wouldn’t have known and your parents wouldn’t have known either. It was a very dangerous thing to do.”
Nasta understood a little more now what was going on. Sasha’s Father obviously did not like the fact that his son was with his son and Farren was more into boys than he was girls, obviously, so he was worried that he’d have to go through his entire life without a mate because he only wanted a man and male submissives were very rare. Harry had been the last one and before him, it had been Regulus Black, before him…who knew, but on record it was a hundred or so years.
His heart clenched for his son, because if he’d been born human, this wouldn’t have been a problem at all and Farren would have been free to do as he pleased with whomever he pleased, but as a Dracken, things were a lot more complicated.
“My Dad is going to be so angry.” Sasha sighed.
“He won’t hurt you?” Nasta asked, having had enough experience with Harry’s past to know that not everyone was loving or caring to their children. The very thought of child abuse now made his heart pump faster and his anger start to rise and he was more aware of it because of Harry than he otherwise might have been.
Sasha looked surprised that he’d asked such a thing. “No! No, my Dad isn’t like that, he just…he doesn’t like me being with Farren. He even gets my brothers to try and stop us from getting together, but Farren is so big and strong that my brothers are scared of him, but to make things easier, we started meeting up at night, it was just easier and more peaceful this way.”
“How long have you two been meeting up here?”
“A month or two now. Since Farren got home from school.” Sasha said.
“From now on, you come to our house if you want to spend time together. You do not ever go sneaking out in the middle of the night.” Nasta said seriously.
“You…you’d let us spend time at your place?” Sasha asked excitedly.
Nasta nodded.
“You don’t mind that Farren and I…that we like each other more than friends?” Sasha asked determinedly.
Nasta snorted. “I’m not sure what Farren has told you, but I have four other men as my lovers. You being with my son is not any sort of problem to us.”
“Dad! Don’t say that word between you and Mum and my other Dads! It’s gross.”
“You have a Mum and more than one Dad?” Sasha asked with wide eyes.
“I have a Mum, who’s a man by the way, and four Dads.” Farren said grumpily.
“What I can’t fathom is why Farren never told you this or why he never brought you home before.”
Farren actually blushed. “It’s Calix mostly. Well, Calix, Taren and Mace. They tease the hell out of me and I just…I didn’t want to tell them I was gay, so I never. It wasn’t a problem until I met Sasha and I wanted to tell everyone, but they’re all still teasing me from last term in school and that was nothing, if I brought an actual boyfriend home, how would they treat me then? I just don’t want them to treat me like I’m different just because I happen to like boys over girls.”
Nasta sighed. “You should have come to us, we’re your parents for a reason Farren, what did you think we’d do if you told us, disown you?”
Farren laughed at the absurdity of that. He hadn’t known what he’d thought, but he hadn’t wanted any of his siblings to know, so he’d reasoned that if he’d told his parents, his siblings would know within days, so he hadn’t said anything. He should have just told someone, even if it was just his Mum, who kept secrets locked up tighter than a safe. He just didn’t want his family to see him any differently, especially Mace, who had always looked up to him.
“Come on Sasha, let’s get you home.”
Sasha was visibly sad to be going home, but he was happy enough to hold Farren’s hand all the way there. Nasta couldn’t help but smile. Sasha was tall, but slim with soft brown eyes and pale blond hair. He was more pretty than handsome and Nasta could see why he’d drawn Farren’s attention.
Sasha took out a key and unlocked a door not a twenty minute walk from their house and Farren was shy, but determined when he pecked Sasha’s lips goodnight, right in front of him.
“Night Farren.” Sasha said softly, his own blush on his cheeks. Nasta ducked his head to hide his smile, it was just so sickly sweet and overly cutesy that he wanted to laugh, but he held back the urge, not wanting to embarrass the boys or discourage them from public displays of affection.
“Night Sash, I’ll call you tomorrow.” Farren promised.
“Maybe tomorrow I can finally come over and see all these brothers and sisters you keep talking about. I don’t believe that you have thirty of them.”
“Almost thirty-five, my Mum’s pregnant with another set of quintuplets.” Farren said quietly.
“Come over at midday, Sasha, the little ones should be napping by then; we’ll sort you out for lunch.” Nasta said with a smirk as he took Farren’s shoulder, waited until Sasha had closed the door and then he walked back home with his very quiet son.
“Am I in much trouble?”
“Sneaking out in the middle of the night for a month or more, meeting your secret boyfriend in the park when you had never let on once that you were interested in boys and had instead assured us that you liked girls…hiding this from us and bottling yourself up…you are in a heap of trouble, Farren, but for tonight, just get some sleep and don’t worry about it, I’ll call you tomorrow morning. You are restricted from the teen lounge until further notice and you can help me clean up after breakfast; you’re on dish washing duty, by yourself.”
Farren groaned theatrically. “That’s going to take me forever!”
Nasta smiled. “That’s why it’s called a punishment, love.” He said as he opened the front door and pushed his son into the house. “Now go upstairs and get to sleep.”
Farren nodded and hugged him goodnight and Nasta sighed. It was too late to do anything now, it was time to put away his paperwork and get to bed himself, it was almost five in the morning now after the nightly jaunt to the park. He put his stuff away safely and trudged up to the bedroom and stripped himself off.
“Where were you?” Max asked as he turned over when Nasta slid into the bed behind him. “I looked for you, but I never saw you, did you go out to see Harry? Is he okay?”
“You talk far too much when you were completely fast asleep only a minute ago. I’ll tell you in the morning, just get to sleep. I’m knackered.”
Max nodded and snuggled down in the bed which had no covers and its occupants were only wearing cotton shorts, but it was still hot.
Nasta recast the cooling charm and Blaise relaxed insurmountably in the bed, Nasta guessed he’d been about ten minutes from waking up from being far too hot.
He lay down and cuddled into his lovers, pushing everything out of his mind and just going to sleep, finally. It had been a long day; it would be an incredibly short night for him and tomorrow was going to be an even longer day. He hoped that Harry gave birth soon and came back to them, he really, really needed Harry to know what had happened with Farren tonight.
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Unfortunately the days passed slowly and just as he’d said would happen, Farren’s brothers turned on him and started teasingly him mercilessly when Sasha turned up every day and kept kissing Farren and holding his hand. Though Nasta was very happy to see that Farren was not buckling to his brothers and happily held hands with and kissed Sasha back and he wasn’t unfairly pushing the poor boy away in front of his family members. In fact he seemed to keep Sasha closer to him around his brothers and kissed and hugged him more often, as if he was making a point to them.
Though he put a stop to the teasing harshly, making sure Max, Draco and Blaise did too, and he made sure to remind his children that such behaviour was completely unacceptable and he did his all to make Farren and Sasha comfortable, the comments and ribbing had continued. He’d even allowed Farren and Sasha up to Farren’s room to get away from the other kids, though under no circumstances was the door to be closed at any time. He’d even put a subtle ward on the door to alert him the minute it was closed tight, but so far the two boys had kept to their promise of not shutting the door completely while they were up there together.
Harry’s birthday passed with just a token party that was more for the kids as Harry wasn’t there himself to be fussed over, his presents were left in a corner of the room, in full view of his children, who were worried that one of them would either hide the presents or open them without their Mother, the thought of that made him chuckle.
As August came hotter and more humid, Nasta became even more worried about his children as he tried to police their time in the direct sunlight while making sure that they had sun cream covering them, that they all kept their fluid intake up, that the younger children kept their sunhats on their heads all the while trying to keep an eye on Harry in his nest, on Farren and Sasha, making sure the children under the age of five stayed in their shaded play area and didn’t crawl or toddle out into the sun all the while doing his overflowing paperwork as well.
He was going to surpass grey and just go straight to bald, he knew it.
“I thought you looked like you needed a drink.” Blaise said as he brought Nasta a pint glass filled with Max’s homemade still, cloudy lemonade with lots of ice and even a fresh lemon wedge.
He couldn’t help but smile as he pulled Blaise onto his lap and cwtched him, kissing his neck while rubbing him with his bristly chin.
“Thank you, Blaise.”
Blaise turned in on his lap and they kissed and cuddled like teenagers again. It was a little nostalgic, but that’s what Nasta loved about his family. He was fifty-four now, Blaise was thirty-four, but sometimes, when they had a moment to themselves, they acted like they were half their age still and he loved it, it made him feel younger and less stressed.
“Do you have to do that where we can see it?”
They looked over to see a horrified Farren holding hands with a giggling Sasha. They’d just come out of the house onto the back porch and they’d gotten an eyeful of them snogging with their bodies entwined on the same chair.
“I’m showing my love to my lifetime partner.” Nasta said. “One of my lifetime partners that is, you should be happy that you have a Mum and four Dads who love one another so much and aren’t afraid to show it.”
“Doesn’t mean I want to see it.” Farren huffed as he dragged Sasha further into the garden and away from them.
Blaise and Nasta shared a look and then they burst out laughing. Farren heard them and shot them a nasty look over his shoulder as he quickened his step away from them.
“That boy is certainly coming into his own. Wait until Harry finds out that Farren is gay and brought his boyfriend home for the first time while he was nesting.”
Nasta hummed and squeezed Blaise tight, laying his lips all over his neck.
“He’s going to be upset that he missed it, but I think he’ll like Sasha.”
“I like Sasha. Even Draco likes Sasha.”
“He’s a good kid is why and he treats our Farren good. I caught Sasha feeding Farren the other day. They were in the second living room and Farren was lying on the settee and Sasha had Farren’s head in his lap, feeding him.”
“It wasn’t grapes was it, that’ll be so clichéd!”
Nasta snorted, but he couldn’t stop the bubble of laughter that came out as he thought back to that afternoon. “No, it was cocktail sausages.”
“Seriously?” Blaise asked, pulling back to look at his face to make sure he was serious.
“Deadly serious. He was feeding Farren cocktail sausages from a plate that was beside him.”
“Oh, I have to tell Max that.” Blaise said with a laugh as he stood up, gave him a last kiss and then ran down to the far end of the garden, where Max was playing seven on seven rugby with Xabiere, Calix, Regan, Taren, Mace, Ave and Evie on one team and Max, Eva, Serra, Senna, Ethan, Jason and Ceri on the other.
He checked on Leolin and made sure that he was alright, he was lounging on a sun chair in just a pair of shorts, he was lying on his belly so his wings were fully displayed and glinting in the sun as they twitched every now and then, he still did not have any sort of control over them. He checked on the younger Faerie twins and made sure that Sully and Loren were both behaving. Everything seemed fine with his large family.
“Please hurry up, Harry.” He sighed, before going back to his mountain of paperwork after draining half of his glass of still lemonade in one go.
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The sun was just setting behind the edge of the horizon when he felt the first twinge of pain. He was used to this by now and he kept himself calm and quiet, breathing through the small twinges of pain, but as full dark came over the night sky, he started to set everything in his nest up how he needed it, keeping himself busy and taking his mind away from the growing pain as he made sure that he knew exactly where everything he needed was in relation to where he was kneeling.
As the sun was just peeking over the edge of the horizon again, that was when the increasing pain became unbearable and he had to start screaming through every wave in order to deal with it. He immediately felt the soothing rumbles of his mates and it comforted him, knowing that they were there, close by.
He screamed through another stab of pain, then another and then another, each time his mates called back, soothing him and comforting him through his labour pains.
He screamed the longest and loudest with the next pain and as that pain slipped all the way up his spine and from the back to the front of his bump; he knew then that it was time.
He got himself up onto his knees and spread them, letting his bump fall between his thighs and he used a single claw to carefully, gently slice through his own flesh, fat and tissues. He screamed through this as well, one continuous, unbroken scream until he was completely breathless.
He checked the incision he’d made in himself and he made sure that it was long enough and deep enough with the back of his curled finger. He could feel the thin, membrane sac inside his body and the babies pushing against it behind that paper thin barrier.
He took a breath and knew that he needed to do this quickly and carefully to avoid infection, blood loss, excessive scarring and injuring or exposing his children.
He used one hand to press against his bump to keep the babies pressed back and the very tip of his claw on the other hand to open up his sac to the exact length that he needed it. He removed his hand from his belly and one baby immediately fell out of him and onto the floor of his bloodied nest.
Surprised and caught off guard, he checked the baby over carefully, but it seemed completely fine, he couldn’t scent out any injuries or damage done to the baby, so he clamped their cord and moved on quickly, taking out another baby and clamping their cord, then another, another and another until he had his five babies lined up in front of him. He felt for the placentas, knowing that there would be a few inside his sac, but he did not expect to find another baby.
Confused and not knowing what was happening, he communicated that to his mates, who rumbled back, giving him comfort and confidence, they trusted him to bring their children into the world; they trusted him to do this right. He wouldn’t let them down.
He carefully felt around inside himself to make sure there wasn’t another baby before he ripped out five placentas. One was missing. He felt for it, but it wasn’t there. He checked his newborns cords, following each one from the placenta down to the baby it was attached to. Two cords were attached to the same placenta; he had identical twins, so there would only be five placentas between his six newborns.
Assured now that nothing was amiss, he drained the bottles of cold blood, gulping and swallowing quickly to close his self-inflicted wound before he threw the empty bottles over the side of the nest and he checked on his children, cutting them off from the cords that had given them life for the last several months, throwing the placentas over the side of his nest too as he watched and listened to them one by one as their chests expanded with their first breaths of air and they started wailing for the first time.
All six of them were alive, were healthy and crying, they were all red skinned, covered in blood and vernix, but all six of them had five fingers on each hand and five toes on each foot.
He cleaned them off and wrapped them up, throwing the bloodied and soiled parts of his nest over the side to get rid of anything that might attract predators to his nest site and thus endangering his newborns before he lay down with his wrapped, bundled up babies and he rested. He was going to need a lot of rest to overcome the shock of birthing six babies.
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They were woken up with Harry’s first scream at dawn on the fifth of August. Their children were all awake too and they got them all down into the living room and allowed them to have their breakfasts in front of the TV as they listened to their Mother scream in agony at five in the morning.
Nasta warded the room they were in and he stayed in the kitchen with his subordinate dominants, listening to his mate scream through the labour pains every other minute. The day had finally come and Harry was finally going to give birth to their second set of quintuplets. He couldn’t say he wouldn’t be glad to see the back of this pregnancy and the mountain load of worry and stress it had brought with it.
They knew when Harry had started cutting into himself as he screamed louder and longer, the agony of the action brought through to them in his call and they automatically rumbled back their support to him.
Braiden was ash pale when he brought out a stack of used dishes into the kitchen and he looked like he would faint as Harry let out another tortured scream of utter agonising pain.
“Is…is he going to be okay?”
“He’s going to be fine, Braiden. Now please go back into the living room and watch over the younger kids for us.” Nasta said.
“They…they want juice.”
Max went to the huge double doored fridge and pulled out two cardboard cases of twenty juice cartons and handed them both to Braiden. He kissed his son’s forehead and ushered him back into the living room, which was blessedly silenced and he rejoined his mates, stood at the counter, looking through the window that faced where their mate was nesting and they watched and waited as they listened to him screaming, feeling utterly useless as they were unable to help their mate through his ordeal, all they could do was grumble and growl to him soothingly through their bond as he brought their five new babies into the world.
It took two hours for Harry to stop screaming and settle down. They knew when it was over when he stopped replying to their calls. They hoped he was merely sleeping, he was almost forty now and to have quintuplets again was going to take a lot out of his body. They were going to have to make sure that he rested fully and ensure that he didn’t so much as lift a finger for anything for the next handful of months. He was going to need his rest.
The day carried on as normal. They’d called the family and let them know that Harry had given birth early that morning, they kept the children happy and stopped them from thinking about their Mother as much as they could, Sasha came over again at eleven in the morning and Farren immediately sequestered him away to his bedroom and away from the younger kids, who were whining and asking when Mummy was going to get out of his nest and come home with the new babies. They’d told the boy that Harry was at the hospital, thankfully he was magical and not a complete Muggle, so they’d been able to explain that Harry was pregnant, but they couldn’t have him hearing anything about Harry being in a nest or ‘having the babies out in the back garden’ as a four year old Loren had put it.
They were on eggshells and when the fourth day came and went and Harry still hadn’t shown up, they were getting very worried, the only relief they had was that Harry answered their calls at least once a day, but he sounded completely exhausted. He needed them to help him, but they couldn’t do anything until he either called for them to help him out of the nest, or he came home.
Therefore it came as a complete surprise when the night of the fifth day since Harry had given birth, when all of their kids were in bed and their older teens were just getting ready to go up, when Harry walked in through the backdoor, they were all alerted to it by Max’s loud greeting.
“Why the hell didn’t you call us to help you?!”
“I don’t…too tired.” Harry answered brokenly as he all but fell into a chair, a blanket that was wrapped around his body securely held their five new babies close to their Mother’s bare chest.
“Merlin, it’s good to see you.” Draco sighed as he rushed into the kitchen and kissed Harry’s forehead, cupping his face in his large hands.
“How are you Mum? Can I get you anything? Do you want your robe?” Braiden asked quickly.
“Go and get his robe for him.” Nasta said authoritatively as he sat next to Harry and stroked his sweaty head. He immediately laid his lips where his hand had been and he subtly licked his submissive mate. “You feel feverish, Harry.”
That got Max moving and he checked Harry himself, before getting his potion’s case down and putting a mild fever reducer into Harry’s tea along with a few drops of calming draught.
“You have a mild fever, I expect it would have been worse a day or two ago, but it’s just a fever, nothing to be worried about. We all knew that this would take it out of you.”
“So Mum is fine?” Tegan asked worriedly, her face crumpled with upset.
“He’s fine, darling, just a little fevered and in need of a lot of rest.”
“I’m ‘kay.” Harry said. “Had a s’pise.”
“A surprise?” Calix decoded. “What is it?” He asked as Braiden rushed back into the room with Harry’s dressing gown.
Nasta took it and wrapped it around Harry’s naked body, being careful of the babies when Harry snarled at him and gave him a half-hearted swat. As he had his claws out still it was a little more of a threat than if it had been just his hand, but Nasta moved back respectfully all the same, Harry was just coming back from being feral, which was strange as it usually only took him a day or two after he’d given birth to come back into himself, not four, so he was still very protective of the newborns in his arms, they wouldn’t even be able to look at them until Harry had eased down a bit and relaxed back into the familiar setting and scents of their home.
Harry sipped at his tea and they listened anxiously to soft, baby sounds coming from within the blanket sling and they saw little wriggling movements from the newborns every now and then.
“Are they all alright?”
“Bastards.” Harry said grumpily, happily in front of their children too, which was very unusual…he still wasn’t himself. No one laughed and no one chastised him. “They’re all bastards.”
“Another set of quintuplets was always going to be hard.” Max agreed softly. “You should have called for us sooner, love. We could have come and got you home sooner to help you.”
“Just came back into myself.” Harry told them, his sentences improving the longer he sat there, drinking his tea until he pulled back his fangs and claws in one swift move and then finally his wings. His scales stayed put.
“Are you hungry?”
Harry shook his head. “I don’t feel well.”
“We’ll let you finish your tea and then get you up to bed, how are the babies? Were there any problems?”
“Too many…” Harry said.
They all gasped.
“Harry, please, tell us what was wrong, do we need to get a Healer?”
Harry shook his head and he looked frustrated at his inability to communicate with them.
“There were too many babies. Six of them.”
They looked at one another. “Are you sure?” Blaise asked.
Harry shot him a scathing look.
“Of course Mum’s sure! He just gave birth to them and has been looking after them for the last five days.” Leolin said with a sneer. “I’m sure he can count even when he’s feral.”
“I can count, thank you.” Harry said. “There are six of them. Four boys, two girls.”
“How the hell did that happen? I thought male submissive Drackens could only conceive five babies at once?” Braiden asked.
“They can…or at least, they’re supposed to.” Nasta said a little unsurely.
“I did only conceive five; two of them are identical twins.”
“You conceived five, but one of the fertilised pairs split to make two babies?” Farren asked.
Harry nodded. “One pair of identical twins, one pair of fraternal twins and two singletons.”
“Merlin Harry, why does it always have to be you?” Draco groaned. “We need another bassinet and another cot now.”
Harry jerked and panicked.
“Did you have to mention that now?!” Nasta demanded as he eased Harry back down and calmed him as best as he could.
“We have nowhere to put the sixth baby, what are we going to do?” He said upset.
“We have a pram, Harry. One night in a pram won’t harm the baby. We’ll get everything we need tomorrow. It’ll be just fine.” Nasta assured soothingly.
Harry nodded, calming down and as he came more into himself, something he suspected might have been helped along by a calming draught added to his tea along with the fever reducer, he asked to be helped into the living room, where he untied the piece of cloth from around his body and laid out six, beautiful, perfect babies on the rug in front of the cold, unlit fireplace.
He moved them around, getting them into the order they were born and he kissed them even as his older six huddled around him and peered at the newborn babies.
“They’re so beautiful, Mum, especially that one.” Tegan said, pointing to littlest baby on the end.
“He’s the sixth baby, the little surprise that I dragged out thinking he was a placenta.” Harry said with a smile. “Sit back kids, let your Fathers’ see them, they’re even more curious than you are.”
His kids did as he’d asked, moving so they could still see the newborns at the same time and Harry smoothed a tuft of blond hair from the face of his third born son and tucked a hand back into a little scratch mitt of his fifth born daughter.
“They’re in birth order, oldest to youngest. Boy, boy, boy, girl, girl, boy.” Harry said with a soft smile. “It took twenty minutes to get them all out.”
“That’s almost double your previous longest time.” Draco said concernedly.
Harry nodded. “I know. This little boy fell out of me…”
“I’ve heard that before.” Max said with a grin, ruffling Farren’s head. “Did he tear you apart as he fell out like this one did?”
Harry smiled and shook his head. “No, the incision was big enough for him to get through, but I had to check him when he fell out, just to make sure he was alright, that took a few minutes, the second one came out easily, the third was stuck under another baby’s leg, the fourth took a few minutes rooting around trying to find a neck to grab hold of, the fifth came out easily, the sixth was a complete surprise and I thought he was a placenta, so I about yanked him out, poor thing. He’s alright though.”
“Any Drackens?” Calix asked with a grin.
Harry gave him a mock glare. “You know not to ask that so soon, brat.”
Calix laughed. “I missed you, Mum.”
“I’m glad to be back too.” Harry sighed happily.
“So, whose are they?” Blaise asked with a smile. He hadn’t had a baby in a while, so Harry was happy to give him a wink.
“All four of you have one baby and two of you have two. The two sets of twins I mentioned.”
“Really? All of us have one?” Max asked with a grin, he got Draco and Blaise into a headlock, one under each arm, and he shook them vigorously as they complained and hissed at him.
“Yeah, the first two out were the identical twin boys. Congratulations Nas, you have another set of identical twins.”
Nasta grinned proudly as Harry handed the two boys over to him. Regan and Tegan slipped over and started at the two boys that were their full blooded brothers.
“The next two that were born were the fraternal twins, boy and then girl. Congratulations Draco.”
Draco grinned as Harry handed over the third born boy and the fourth born girl.
“I can tell that one’s mine.” Max said, pointing to the youngest boy.
“How?” Harry asked.
Max shrugged. “I just can. He looks like one of mine.”
Harry laughed. “You’re right, the boy is yours, Blaise, the little girl is yours.”
The proud Fathers picked up their little angels and Harry reconnected with his older babies as he took a break from the newborns for a little while. Their schedule was completely messed up, one cried every three hours, two cried every two hours, one cried every three and a half hours, one cried every four hours and one, the littlest one he hadn’t known was there, had to be woken up and fed otherwise he wouldn’t wake up at all.
His mates all groaned and cursed when Harry told them about the babies’ schedules.
“We’re never going to rest again!” Blaise groaned.
“Why doesn’t my son wake up for a feed unless he’s being forced awake?!” Max asked, very concerned about that piece of information.
Harry shrugged. “He’s more laid back than Calix was, he’s just very lazy. He’s happy to feed when he’s awake, he just won’t wake himself up.”
Harry smiled when his big boy, Farren, forced him to recline on him. He felt peaceful and as he inhaled deeply the smells of home and his children and his mates, he felt more relaxed and he fell asleep quickly.
“Dad, Mum’s drooling on me.” Farren complained five minutes later, being quiet so that he didn’t wake his Mother.
Draco chuckled and moved to pick Harry up, being excessively careful of him and the movement of his body as he hefted Harry up.
“Don’t let him hear you say he drools, you’ll be chewed out the same as us.”
“But look, my shirt is wet!” Farren pulled a face and all but ripped his shirt over his head and held it out gingerly. “Mum’s gross sometimes.”
All of the mates laughed and Draco shook his head as he took Harry up to their bed, settling him on the sheets and tucking him in, even though he really just wanted to dump his arse in the bath. He was filthy, covered in stale sweat and dried blood. He stunk to high heaven too, but he sucked it up and kissed Harry’s slack lips and left him in the bed. Harry would spend three or so hours in the morning soaking in a bath that had Max’s special healing potions and salts in it to help him recover, until then they had to put up with it.
Downstairs the older kids were far too riled up to go to bed as they cooed over their six new siblings. Nasta couldn’t help but worry over Harry though, quintuplets was bad enough and took a hell of a lot out of him…to find out that he had been carrying sextuplets, he swallowed and looked to the six tiny children that were already five days old. He wondered what the repercussions of having sextuplets would mean for Harry’s future fertility, having higher multiples in his fifties was going to strip away a lot of his inner strength. There was even a chance that this had been one higher pregnancy too many and that Harry would now never have another heat period. He wouldn’t be barren and theologically he would still be able to conceive a baby, but he just wouldn’t have a heat period and thus he wouldn’t fall pregnant again.
“Dad, I think this one’s hungry, he’s trying to suck on my nipple!” Farren cried out as he looked down at the baby that was mouthing around his chest, he was arching his back away from the baby to prevent him from latching on, but the baby was definitely rooting.
“That’ll teach you to walk around half naked!” Max said with a grin as he took the baby, Draco’s son, from Farren and offered him a bottle from the tea tray he’d just brought in.
“I didn’t know he’d try and latch on to me!”
“It’s because you have bigger boobs than anyone else.” Calix told him. “He obviously got confused; who did you say was the receiver between you and Sasha?”
“Calix!” Nasta snapped harshly as Farren growled lowly in his throat.
“I was just asking.” Calix said with a sullen pout.
“Don’t.” Braiden chastised his brother sternly. “Farren can be with whoever he wants, just like you can, like we all can.”
“He wants to be with a donkey.” Regan said in a whisper.
“I do not!” Calix shouted angrily.
“Be quiet or you’ll wake the babies!” Tegan hissed as she rocked one of her new brothers.
“I don’t want to be with a donkey.” Calix pouted.
“If you stopped picking on Farren then maybe we’d stop picking on you.” Leolin told him.
“What would you know? You don’t even have those urges yet.”
“Don’t you say anything about Leolin!” Tegan snapped protectively. “Just because you have urges for donkeys doesn’t mean we all have to.”
“Enough.” Nasta growled. “How old are you all now? I’d expect this behaviour from Serra and Senna, or even the quadruplets, but not from you. Stop it.”
The six of them pouted, but fell silent, watching as the newborn babies were fed and burped, knowing that even if they asked, today at least, they would not get the chance to feed their four new brothers and two new sisters.
“Get yourselves to bed; it’s already past your bed time.” Blaise told them.
They grumbled as they left the living room to go to bed, they met their Dad Draco on the way up to their rooms going back downstairs.
“Is Mum okay?” Leolin asked worriedly.
“He’s fine sweetheart.” Draco told him, pulling his tiny teen into a hug. “He’s just very tired and needs some good rest and an uninterrupted sleep for at least twelve hours. Having six babies at one time is going to be difficult for all of us for the next couple of months.”
“If they’re anything like Ceri, Ethan, Jason and Saeth then it’s going to be difficult for the next several years.” Tegan said with a smile.
“Well Sae is quite quiet, Tee.” Braiden pointed out. “Our Saeth isn’t anything like Ceri, Ethan or Jason.”
“You have to remember love; two of these sextuplets are mine.” Draco told them with a wink and set his children off laughing. “They’re not going to be like the quadruplets, now get to bed; I have a feeling that we’ll have a very early start tomorrow.”
Between the six newborns and the noise their younger children were going to make when they saw said newborns, knowing as they did that it would mean that their Mother was home…tomorrow was not going to be one of the incredibly rare peaceful days and all the kids were going to be riled up and over excited. He hoped Harry didn’t sleep for too long tomorrow.
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Harry blinked open his eyes and he groaned pathetically as he moved slightly, only to be made aware of every single ache and pain in his body.
He rolled over and he grinned when he saw a very familiar potion’s vial on the bedside table and a note from Max letting him know that he had to take it before he even thought of moving out of the bed. The word ‘thought’ was underlined for emphasis.
Harry swallowed the nasty potion down in one, took a few gulps from the glass of water that was next to the vial on the bedside table and he lay back against the pillows and just waited for the pain reliever to kick in.
He couldn’t believe that he’d given birth to sextuplets, he’d had six days to get used to it, but it still wasn’t sinking in. He knew that logically he had conceived only five babies, but he had been pregnant with six, he had spent the five months he had been pregnant carrying six babies inside of himself and that thought scared him…how worse could things have been if he’d not carried to five months? How much worse off would his babies have been if he had for some reason gone into labour in his fourth month when they’d had to share all of their vitamins, oxygen and blood flow between six of them, it was no wonder that his six babies had struggled to reach three pounds in weight, especially with him being two months short of his due date.
He couldn’t believe that every scan he’d had had missed the sixth baby as well, he knew that it was all just a tangle of limbs and cords on the ultrasound scans, but he would have thought that the heartbeat would have been picked up at least, but then he rationalised that with five heartbeats already to listen for, a sixth could have easily gone unnoticed. No, his sixth little boy was a complete surprise, a little gift just for him and they were all fine and perfect, he felt happy and proud to have six new children to love and care for, he couldn’t wait to show them off.
An hour later and he felt well enough to try and get himself up and out of the bed, he needed to help out a little with his newborns and his younger kids would know that he was home because they would have spent the day being introduced to the six new babies. He wondered exactly how difficult it would have been for his mates to keep the little ones out of the bedroom all day and he wondered if perhaps his older children had had a hand in keeping the little ones away from his bedroom while his mates looked after the six newborns.
He eased himself down the stairs and he knew from a check of the clock that it was just after dinner time. His younger babies would be going to bed soon, which is why he had decided to use a cleaning charm on himself, just to get rid of the smell and the dried blood until he could take a proper bath later, but he’d slept for a straight seventeen hours, longer than he thought possible, but he hadn’t woken up once that he remembered.
He smiled as he went into the living room and found his whole family inside, absolutely everywhere and doing everything imaginable, it took less than ten seconds for one of his children to look up and see him.
“MUMMY!”
Harry smiled as a little body leapt up from the floor and ran at him, arms thrown out wide and running full pelt at him screeching in excitement.
Harry caught that body only through experience as he put a stabilising leg out behind him to keep himself on his feet as he reconnected with his children.
“How are you Loren?”
“I miss you Mummy, you were gone for forever! Daddy said I couldn’t go and see you either when the babies came home.”
“I was sleeping, love.” Harry said as he touched all the little bodies around him, ruffling heads and accepting hugs as all his little babies surrounded him.
“Alright, come on; let your Mum sit down.” Max told them as he extracted Harry out of the mass of bodies and got him sat down. “Are you alright?”
Harry nodded. “That potion really helped.”
“I thought that it might.” Max kissed him and sat next to him, accepting a little twenty-three month old Sully onto his lap so that their little boy could reach Harry and snuggle in without putting pressure on his body.
“How are the newborns?” Harry asked.
“I have no idea how you dealt with them, Harry.” Blaise told him. “You sort one out, another cries, you sort that one out and another cries, it’s never ending, you must have had absolutely no sleep in those first five days at all.”
Harry smiled. “It was difficult. Especially with the littlest one not waking up for feeds.”
“That little one is going to cause problems; I can’t believe he doesn’t wake up.”
“That did throw me a little.” Harry admitted. “I was exhausted, in pain, trying to recover and there were six of them. I don’t know how many feeds I missed before I caught on to the fact that he wasn’t crying often enough for a feed.”
“Healer Almus is coming around tomorrow morning to check them over.” Nasta told him.
Harry nodded as he smiled at his year old triplets who were bathed and dressed in their pyjamas.
“Is Draco on bathing duty?” He asked.
Nasta nodded. “He’s just about finished, but Cyneric is giving him problems.”
Harry sighed. “What’s he done now?”
“He doesn’t want to get out of the bath, but Kallan does and Draco’s split between them both, he’s dealing with it, don’t worry.”
Harry nodded and he startled as Sully suddenly moved down from Max’s lap and lay down on the floor, his legs open and relaxed, looking at them expectantly.
“Sully, we’ve told you that if you want a wee or a poo, then you have to use the potty.” Max told their stubborn son.
“No.” Sully replied back simply. “Want Mummy to change me.”
“He needs to rest, Sully. How about I change you?” Braiden tried to compromise.
“No! Mummy do it.”
Harry sighed and he shifted himself carefully to the floor. He changed his almost two year old son’s nappy and got him in a fresh one as he pretended to nibble and bite along his skinny little legs while he did so.
“I see he’s still refusing to use the potty.”
“He just doesn’t want to know. He’ll be in nappies until he hits puberty, I swear.” Max sighed.
Harry scoffed. “It won’t take that long; he just needs some extra encouragement. Our Sully has always been a bit clingy, he’s just clinging on tight to what he knows and the more we try to change what he knows, the harder he fights the change.”
Draco came down with a pair of freshly bathed three year old twins who were dressed in cotton pyjamas.
“Ma! Ma!” The little one called out, his sleepy expression turning excited and alert the moment he caught sight of Harry.
“Hello Ric, how are you?” Harry asked as he took his oldest Faerie twin and snuggled him on his lap.
“Ma!”
Harry smiled and kissed Cyneric gently.
“Are you feeling alright?” Draco asked as he bent down to pass over a squirming Kallan, sneaking a kiss as he did so.
“Fine, still a little tired, but then yesterday I was completely exhausted, but other than that, I’m okay.”
“Are you hungry?” Max asked.
Harry shook his head. “No, I’m alright at the minute, I haven’t been out of feral mode long enough for normal function to have resumed just yet, my digestive system hasn’t even started back up.”
Max nodded and Harry smiled when a big hand touched his head and he tipped his neck back to see his biggest child to date. Mace was eleven years old and Harry had never seen such a muscled eleven year old, when he started weight lifting at sixteen, like they’d all agreed on when Mace had asked when he could start, he was going to be massive, like his granddad Myron, who he had been named after and who it seemed he was taking after in body height and weight too.
“How are you, Mum? Dad stopped me from going to see you earlier; I didn’t think I’d see you when I got home from my martial arts class. I thought you might be back in bed when I got home.”
“How is that going?” Harry asked him. “Did you move up a belt when I was nesting?”
“No, my belt match is next week. I will go up to orange though.” He said confidently. “I’ll be a black belt before I leave school!”
“I’ll be there to watch you.” Harry said with a smile.
Harry eased himself back up onto the settee with Max’s help and he sighed.
“How’s Phoebe doing with her gymnastics?”
Draco groaned. “Loren begged to go along when I took her the other week and now he’s in Tumble Tots too. He absolutely loves it.”
Harry grinned. “Is he really, is he doing well?”
“He’s doing fantastic.” Nasta told him with a smirk. “That’s three kids we have in Tumble Tots and Sully wants to follow our Lore, so he might end up in Tumble Tots too.”
Harry laughed. “At least they’re keeping active. Has Serra won another badge in swimming?”
“Not yet, you nested for a while, but you’ve surprisingly missed very little.” Nasta said with a long look over Harry’s head.
Harry narrowed his eyes and turned to see his older eight all sat together at the cluster of settees at the far end of the room.
“Why do I get the feeling that the ‘surprisingly little’ topic that I missed is earth shatteringly huge?”
“It is.” Max said with a worried, sad frown over to the group of eight.
“What happened?” Harry asked starting to get angry and upset, feeding from his mates’ moods.
“We’ll tell you in an hour when these have gone to bed, you can speak to him yourself.”
Harry bit back exactly what he thought of being out of the loop with his own children, but he also knew that the conversation likely wasn’t for young ears for his mates to have suggested that they wait until they couldn’t overhear them, but as he looked to his eight oldest, he knew that he could discount his three girls, whatever had happened it was because of one of his remaining five sons, he couldn’t help thinking the worst. He really hoped that Leolin hadn’t had a tantrum and injured himself again.
He was distracted from that problem when his children remembered his birthday presents and rushed to be the first one to retrieve ‘their’ gift and hand it over to him. Harry grinned as he realised he was now thirty-four and he hadn’t had to put up with Richard ribbing him over it the whole day. He opened his gifts and exclaimed happily over them as he hugged and kissed each child in thanks, but all too soon he felt himself wavering as exhaustion took over and he decided that it was time to get his kids in bed and finally find out what was happening with one of his older sons.
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Unfortunately the conversation didn’t happen. It took hours longer than usual to get the kids into bed because they all wanted to stay awake with Harry and by the time they finally got them all into bed and staying there, got the sextuplets sorted out and fed, changed and into their new bassinets, that Harry was very happy to note that there were now six of them, he was bone deep exhausted and he had fallen asleep just five minutes after sitting down on the settee, he hadn’t gotten to have his bath, he hadn’t even gotten to drink his tea before he’d fallen asleep and he’d been carried to bed by an adoring Max.
The next day they were busy with sorting out breakfast for their thirty-one children, then a pleased Healer Almus was there checking over all six of their newborns, which had surprised him for a moment, before he was checking them over and declaring them all healthy and doing very well. Then came the visiting family members.
“I can’t believe you had the world’s first set of male submissive born sextuplets.” Richard said with a grin. “Look at these little beauties!”
Harry smiled tiredly. He was exhausted again already and it was only just past midday. He’d managed to squeeze in a quick bath, but he’d had to share it with Loren and Sully, who had refused to leave him alone long enough for him to take a peaceful bath on his own, not even when Calix had offered to play with them.
His sextuplets were passed around as the other children were fussed over and Mace had monopolised Myron and Harry grinned when he noticed that Mace was standing to the fullest height that he possibly could without going up on his toes. It was adorable to see how much he adored and looked up to his Granddad Myron.
“Sweet one, I am so proud of you.” Alexander told him. “Carrying six babies and then keeping your cool and calm to birth them. Though I was very worried when the boys told me that you hadn’t come out of your nest and then the time was flying by as we waited five days for you to come out.”
Harry nodded. “I know, it took me that long to come back into myself. Looking after all six of them is exhausting and then I stayed in Dracken form when I got a fever, it helped me recover faster.”
“This is Max’s baby though, right?” Richard asked as he held out the youngest baby.
Harry nodded. “The one that won’t wake up for a feed. We have to wake him up to get him to feed.”
“He is getting enough though, isn’t he?” Myron asked, cutting off his conversation with Mace for a moment. Harry always marvelled at how he could hold a conversation without stuttering and still listen to everything that was being said around him, that was a serious talent.
“Yes. He’s feeding fine when he’s woken up, he just doesn’t wake himself up for it.”
“I can’t believe you had one from each mate.” Kimberly laughed as she cuddled with one of Nasta’s identical twin boys.
Harry grinned at that. “I know. Nasta got two, Draco got two, Blaise and Max got one each.”
“Have you given them respectable names?” Lucius asked him as he cradled Blaise’s baby girl tightly.
Harry’s grin widened.
“You have! You’ve named them!” Braiden said excitedly from where he was sitting on the floor with Neave.
“Only in my head.” Harry corrected. “I had an idea before I started nesting, but with the littlest one coming along, I wasn’t sure it would still work.”
“You’re going to name them similarly, aren’t you?” Draco sighed.
“You know I like my multiples to be connected in some way, these six are no different.” Harry replied stubbornly.
“My children are going to have ridiculous names.” Draco bemoaned.
Harry glared. “I was thinking of naming your daughter Eris.” He said with narrowed eyes. “Eris Rhea Potter-Malfoy.”
Draco looked surprised. “I like that name.” He said.
Harry huffed. “There’s no need to sound so relieved or look so surprised. Have I ever named the kids anything you didn’t like?”
Draco snorted. “None of my blood children, but there have been a few that are more than a little…questionable.”
Harry rolled his eyes at Draco’s dramatics.
“Little Eris.” Ave smiled. “I like my little sister’s name, Mum.”
“Thank you, sweetheart. Eris is the name of a dwarf planet and Rhea is the name of a moon of Saturn, you know the Black family liked Astrology a bit too much.”
“How about my other little sister?” Eva asked curiously, looking at the baby in her Granddad Lucius’ arms.
“Ellette.” Harry said with a look at Blaise. “Ellette Emilie Potter-Zabini.”
“Does my new Grandson have a name?” Narcissa asked softly as she fussed over the little boy in Marianna’s arms.
Harry shrugged a little helplessly. “I was thinking of naming him Errai. Pronounced Eh-Ray, but spelt E, R, R, A, I.”
“Oh here you go.” Draco sighed. “It’s Leolin Siorus, Xabiere Xanthus, Saeth Adain, Cyneric Garin and Kallan Deverell all over again. Why is it that you name every one in several babies something like this?”
Harry glared harder. “His name, Draco, is Errai Corvus Potter-Malfoy. You won’t change that. Errai is a star in the constellation Cepheus, Corvus is a constellation. I’m trying to stick to the Black family tradition, as you wanted me to Draco, but there are only so many names that I actually like!”
“What are my sons called?” Nasta asked, breaking the silent glaring match that had fallen between Harry and Draco.
“The first born is named Eiren. Pronounced Eye-ren, but spelt E, I, R, E, N. Eiren Emlyn Potter-Delericey.”
“That’s a lovely name.” Nasta told him, giving his lips a lingering kiss. “The second one?”
“Eurei. Spelt E, U, R, E, I and pronounced Ur-Ree.” Harry said as he looked to the baby in Aneirin’s arms. “Eurei Emmett Potter-Delericey.”
“What about my boy?” Max asked. “I take it his name will begin with an ‘E’”
Harry nodded. “He’s the problem, as I didn’t know I was having him, I didn’t have any sort of idea for a name for him.”
“But you have one now?” Max all but begged, pouting at him.
Harry smiled. “Emerus. Emerus Embry Potter-Maddison.”
“They’re all EE’s, for Exceeds Expectations.” Richard giggled. “You really did Exceed Expectations too, birthing six of them.”
“Except for Dad Draco’s new babies, Eris is an ER and Errai is an EC.” Calix pointed out.
“That’s because your Dad Draco likes complaining about what I name my babies.” Harry pointed out.
“I like all of their names.” Braiden said with a smile. “I love my name and all of my brothers and sisters names too.”
Harry smiled and he settled down with his family. He spent a very happy several hours with his family, reconnecting with them, laughing and joking as everyone fussed over his babies, old and new as he cuddled with his three little daughters, they were fourteen months old now and developing by the day, he couldn’t believe how well they were coming on as they all babbled at him sweetly.
Lunch passed in chaos, dinner was even worse and then Harry was putting his babies to bed and once again he fell asleep before anything could be said or brought up, it had been a jam packed few days.
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Harry finally got to hear the news when his mates made the time to sit them down with Farren the next day when the younger kids had gone down for their afternoon nap and the kids too old for a nap were occupied with their older brothers and sisters in the games room.
“I…I’m…”
Nasta sighed. “Just tell your Mother, Farren.” He encouraged when Farren stuttered himself to a stop.
“You didn’t mate when I was nesting, did you?” Harry asked shocked.
“No! No, Mum…I’m…I’m gay.” Farren said softly.
“I know.” Harry said with a look. “What happened? Has another male submissive turned up? Please tell me I wasn’t nesting when you mated, that I wasn’t there for you when you needed me.”
“You know I’m gay?” Farren asked with shock, utterly dumbfounded.
“Of course I know, you’re my son. I’ve known for a few years now.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Farren demanded.
Harry laughed. “Farren love, it’s not for me to tell you what you are, it’s for you to decide for yourself and then come to us. Is that what you thought I’d missed?”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Blaise asked with a frown.
Harry snorted. “Because I won’t gossip about our children with anyone. If I have a thought or an insight into something, I’ll keep it to myself, it’s your downfall if you can’t see what I can.”
“I’ve got a boyfriend.” Farren cut in, emboldened by Harry’s easy acceptance and obvious love.
Harry blinked and then his face softened with realisation. “He’s not a Dracken, is he.”
Farren looked down at his lap and shook his head. “No, he’s not. His name’s Sasha, I really like him, Mum.”
Harry felt his heart constrict and he swallowed past his tight throat. This was the horrible part of being a Dracken…if a submissive Dracken wanted to mate to a non-Dracken, they could they just had to give up the ability to have their own children in order to do so, but for a dominant Dracken, they could be with a non-Dracken, they could have babies with a non-Dracken, but they would forever be enslaved to attend Dracken mate meetings for submissives even if they truly, deeply loved the non-Dracken they were with. Their Drackens would be bitter and furious with the lack of a mate, they’d never be fully happy without their own submissive and Harry didn’t want that for his son, he didn’t want Farren to only be half happy, to be content instead of fully happy and settled. He sucked in a deep breath and pushed aside his own thoughts and feelings so that he could give Farren the clinical facts he needed to know without the inflection of his own personal emotions colouring his words.
“You know what this means, don’t you Farren?”
“That I’m completely messed up and being selfish for wanting to put Sasha through this.”
“No baby, it means that you’re in for a hard life if you choose to stay with Sasha. You’ll have to be honest with him, love. There will be no lying or hiding the truth here and it’ll be a hard, bitter road for you both. Sasha might resent the fact that you are being forced to go to meetings to lust over a submissive, he may not understand that you can’t help it and that will lead to bad feelings and bitter anger.”
“You think it would be better if I forget about Sasha.” Farren said miserably.
“No Farren, I want you to know in your heart that Sasha is the one for you, that your love together will last for years to come and not just until you both graduate. If you choose Sasha, Farren, you have to be prepared for the uphill struggle that will follow afterwards.”
“You…you want me to choose Sasha?” Farren asked with hope in his teal eyes.
Harry sighed. “I want you to be happy, Farren. I want you to choose for yourself, I want you to have all of the facts before making any sort of decision and I want you to understand how difficult this will be if you want to keep Sasha as a partner.”
“You’re trying to turn me off.” Farren accused angrily.
Harry set his jaw. “I’m not. I’m trying to make you see from both sides, Farren. When I was having my meetings I automatically sent away all the dominants who were in current relationships, but not all submissives are that thoughtful, some even keep the married or committed dominants there just to torture them and ruin their relationships and their lives.”
“I’ll just go and then leave again.” Farren said stubbornly.
“It’s not that easy, kid.” Max said with a sigh. “The overwhelming urge to attend is unavoidable, the call will drag you to wherever the meeting is being held, but it takes some serious will power to up and leave without a mate. I couldn’t even think of doing it until I was in my mid-twenties and being rejected was soul destroying. It hurt, Farren. You found that out when you had your first meeting, you were depressed for days afterwards.”
Farren looked at his lap and Harry almost swallowed his tongue when he saw that Farren’s eyes were welling up with tears.
“Oh, Farren.”
Harry got up and sat next to his larger son, who turned and hugged him crushingly tight, burying his face in his neck and Harry felt his tears.
“I just want to be with Sasha!” Farren cried.
Harry cradled the back of Farren’s head and stroked his fingers through his hair and over his neck.
“If it’s what you want, love, then we’ll help you. We’ll sort it, but you have to be prepared for how hard it’s going to be, how challenging and difficult, but if it’s what you want, your family will be by your side, Farren. You have to tell Sasha though, you have to be completely honest and if he says no, then you have to accept that. If he can’t deal with it, then you have to let him go, sweetheart, because trying to force him to stay with you when he can’t accept it will make everything worse in the end, are you prepared to give Sasha up so that he can be happy?”
Farren nodded miserably.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” He sniffed. “I want to be happy and I want Sasha, but I want him to be happy more.”
“That’s very mature of you, Farren. I’m proud of you.” Nasta said softly.
“I just…I want to be with Sasha, I really like him…I think…I think that I love him and I just want to protect him and be with him. I want to spend every minute I can with him and I’m dreading going back to Hogwarts because I won’t be able to see him. We talk all the time, on the phone, on my laptop, even via owl when we’re both at school, but…but it’s not enough, I want to be with him all the time and I can’t wait until I graduate just so that I can spend more time with him.”
Harry shared a look with his mates and he took a deep breath.
“Whatever you want to do, love. We’ll support you.” Harry said seriously.
Farren nodded and with a last squeeze, he mumbled something about going to call Sasha and he left the room. It was silent for several moments.
“What are we going to do?” Draco asked.
“What I said we would.” Harry said softly. “We support him in what he wants to do and we’ll be here for him if it blows up in his face.”
“You don’t think we’re setting him up for a harder fall?” Draco asked.
Harry shook his head. “No. He has to make his own decisions and he has to make his own mistakes. We can’t control him or his thoughts and feelings. He has to do this because he wants to, even if it does come crashing down around his ears, he has to do it for himself.”
The silence stretched on as they all got lost in their thoughts, mentally preparing themselves for the hard battle that was stretching out before them.
“What’s this Sasha like?” Harry asked.
“He’s a good kid, always laughing.” Max said.
“He’s about five foot seven, slim, blond hair and brown eyes. He’s pretty more than handsome, but he seems smart.” Nasta told him.
“I like him.” Draco said with a shrug. “He’s polite, respectful and he’s good with the younger kids, though Farren has to intervene when Calix or Taren start on him. He doesn’t want to upset Farren’s brothers, but you can see he just wants to punch them in the mouth.”
Harry laughed. “I like him already.”
“He’s been around every single day since Nasta found out about the sneaking to the park in the middle of the night. He is nice.” Blaise said.
“I can’t wait to meet him. He better not hurt my baby though, or he’ll have me to deal with.”
His mates smiled indulgently at him.
“Well I better go and start dinner. Is lamb alright for you?”
“You know it is.” Draco said with a grin. “I do love lamb.”
Max kissed him and stood with a stretched before he kissed them all and then exiled himself to the kitchen.
“I’ll send you help now.” Nasta called out after him.
“It’s not help when it takes me longer to cook dinner with them here than on my own!” Max called back.
“They have to learn!” Nasta argued as he went up the stairs to rout out the next bunch of kids that were on the rota for helping in the kitchen.
Harry smiled and rubbed at his stomach.
“Are you in pain?”
“A little. It’s not so bad any more though.”
“Mummy!”
Harry smiled as he took Sully from Braiden and set him on his knees, Sully still snuggled into his remaining baby bulk and yawned.
“I love you, Mummy.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
“When I grow to be a big Dracken, I want to be just like you.”
Harry didn’t admit how much that made him well up as his throat constricted tight.
“I’ve told you love, you have to be born a Dracken, you can’t grow to be one.” Harry said through his tight throat.
Sully just snuggled in tight and Harry held his little boy as slowly the house woke up around him after the napping children had woken up and the older children were free to make as much noise as they wanted.
“Xabiere, stop messing around with that broccoli!”
Harry looked in the direction of the kitchen before he looked at Blaise and they both started laughing.
Dinner was loud and fast paced, but all his children had been taught table manners, Draco had even gone so far as to tell them that when they were eating a family meal at the table, you were not allowed to leave your seat unless you asked politely and even then it was usually for the toilet. Everyone stayed in their seats until everyone was finished.
Harry took his potions after his dinner under the hawk eye of Max, who nodded his approval as Harry drained them dutifully.
That was when the peace was broken by furious hammering on their front door. It started all of them, especially their younger children, who all looked to them as if asking them what to do. Max, Draco and Blaise left the room when the sextuplets were heard crying from the living room. Harry stood up and garnered his children’s attention.
“It seems we have a visitor.” He said with a smile. “You kids finish your desserts.”
“I’ll get the door.” Nasta said firmly and he left as soon as Draco, Max and Blaise came into the kitchen with the six wailing newborns. Harry put himself between the door and his children.
The hammering didn’t stop until Nasta had answered the door and even then, the man on the other side was shouting at Nasta loudly. Swear words were prevalent and so were the words ‘perverts’, ‘abhorrent demons’ and ‘child corrupting freaks’.
Nasta came into the kitchen and the red faced man with him took a look at the pale, wide eyed faces of the staring children and he had the grace to blush and look uncomfortable.
“Have you kids finished?” Nasta asked.
They all nodded, their fear now replaced by curiosity in the face of their Father’s calm.
“Go into the upstairs playroom, all of you. Braiden, Regan, Tegan, Calix, you four will watch them.”
The four named teenagers nodded and they escorted the kids out. Nasta stopped Farren from leaving with a hand on his arm.
“Not you Farren, take a seat.”
At the mention of his name, the man who was invading their home started glaring at Farren, sizing him up and squaring his shoulders to him, which was a little hard as Farren was taller than this man and his shoulder spread was threatening to overtake this grown man’s too.
“Please take a seat Mister Bennet.”
At that name Farren paled and found sudden interest in the table top. Harry had his forming idea confirmed then. This must have been Sasha’s Father.
“This is Mister Alistair Bennet, Mister Bennet; these are my lovers and life partners, Max, Draco, Blaise and Harry. This is our son Farren.”
“He’s corrupting my boy!” Alistair Bennet burst out furiously, thrown by the polite introductions, but not willing to give up on what he’d come here for, which apparently seemed to be harassing their Farren.
“I assume that you are Sasha’s Father?” Harry asked.
“Yes! That boy is perverting my Sasha! I won’t have it.”
“Perverting him?” Draco asked in that drawling way of his that made others feel ridiculously stupid.
“Sasha has all these strange ideas and thoughts in his head and it’s all thanks to him.” Bennet said jabbing a finger in Farren’s direction. “He’s been nothing but trouble, a bad influence on my Sasha!”
“How?” Max asked. “I fail to understand how our boy could have done anything to Sasha; they’ve been getting on just fine and Sasha hasn’t been around in a few days because Harry just gave birth to sextuplets. The last time he was here though they were acting as normal.”
“You didn’t have a fight with Sasha on the phone, did you Farren?” Harry asked concernedly.
“No. Sash and I are fine as far as I know; I spoke to him last night on the phone for four hours telling him about my new brothers and sisters, he wants to come over when everything calms down to see them.”
“He won’t be coming over here ever again!”
“Why not?” Blaise asked curiously.
“That boy is trying to have relations with my son!”
“Is that true, Farren?” Nasta asked sternly.
“No!”
“Don’t you lie!” Bennet all but spat at Farren and Harry stood and glared at him.
“You are in our home, invading on our family, you will not speak to my son in such a way! If he says he’s not having relations with Sasha then he’s not.”
“I’ve seen them at it myself!”
Harry drew back and looked to Farren. “Would you care to explain this Farren?”
“I don’t know what he means, I swear! Sasha and I have never done…that!”
“I’ve seen you! All over each other, kissing my boy right there in front of me with absolutely no shame!”
“Wait, wait, wait. We’re talking about hugs and kisses?” Max asked in astonishment. “They’re teenagers in love, of course they’re going to hug and kiss, I thought you were talking about sex!”
“We haven’t done that, Dad!” Farren insisted. “Neither of us feel ready to go that far yet.”
“YET?!” Bennet exploded. “You stay away from my son you pervert!”
“That is enough!” Nasta growled. “You will not come in here and say such things about my son!” He hissed. “What they are doing is perfectly natural and normal, how dare you try and make them feel like they’re doing something wrong or shameful when they’re not, how can you even justify doing that to your own son. I feel sorry for poor Sasha.”
“He’s just confused!” Bennet exploded. “Once I’ve sorted him out…”
“Sorted him out?” Max repeated incredulously. “There’s nothing to sort out because there is absolutely nothing wrong with that boy. He’s kind, polite and clever, he’s happy and healthy and he makes our son happy. So he’s come out as gay to you, so bloody what? You should be proud that you have a son like him, gay or not. There are much worse things he could be, like a murderer or a rapist for example, he could be hooked on Pixie Pollen or addicted to Firewhiskey, but he isn’t. You should be down on your knees begging him for his forgiveness for this severe overreaction that you’re having, that poor boy must be feeling terrible at the moment because of you.”
“Because of me? None of this is my fault! It’s his fault!” He said pointing back at Farren. “My son was always a sweet boy, now because of him he’s argumentative and he won’t do as he’s told!”
“Sounds like a normal teenager to me.” Max snorted.
“So he won’t let you walk all over him and tell him what to think or feel. That’s good.” Blaise said. “I told you I liked him. He’s a strong, independent boy and I’m glad he won’t let you change his mind when he has no need to change who he is or who he likes just because you happen to not like it.”
“He’s a fifteen year old boy; he doesn’t know what he wants!” Bennet exploded again, his face rapidly going a shade of puce that Harry had only ever seen on one Vernon Dursley before. Hell he hadn’t thought of his Uncle in years, he was likely still in prison though.
“I’m sorry, but if you believe that then Sasha obviously never got his intelligence from you.” Draco sneered. “They’re teenagers now, not babies. They have their own likes and dislikes, they know their own minds and they don’t need to be told what they want or who they are, they need a bit of guidance and correcting, but at that age they know what they want and you won’t be able to stop Sasha being gay and honestly you shouldn’t even be trying to stop him from being who he is, just accept it and move on. Sasha is gay and he was born that way, if you love your son at all, you’ll suck up your ignorant pig-headedness and stop with this attitude before you hurt him.”
“We can understand your concerns.” Harry assured him. “We know you want to look out for your Sasha as we want to look out for our son, we want to protect our children, I know how you feel. Trust me; they will not be having sex under this roof. If they’re not in the garden with thirty other children and us supervising, then yes, they are in Farren’s room, but that door is not to be closed at any moment for any reason.”
“We don’t want to have sex yet.” Farren said. “We want to get to know one another properly first. I want to date him and we both agreed that if we did want to do that then we’d wait until we’d both graduated first, when we were both adults.”
Harry smiled at how mature Farren was. They’d raised him very well and it seemed the wind had been taken out of Alistair Bennet’s sails as he had no idea what to say to what he’d been told by all of them.
“Now, we like having Sasha here, our younger children in particular like him because he caves in when they beg him to play games, unlike their older brothers, so he’s something of a hero to them. We would like to keep having Sasha around, contrary to your belief when you arrived; we are not hiding Sasha away upstairs for our son to do Merlin knows what to him. He comes over late morning, we feed him lunch, he plays with the kids, he’ll laugh and joke, he’s polite and well mannered, he’s a good kid and it seems a shame for him to be punished because you refuse to accept him the way he is.” Max said.
“No child should have to change or feel they need to hide who they are for fear of reprimand or even abuse.” Harry said softly. “Sasha obviously thinks the world of you and he wanted to tell you about every part of himself and his life, why should he be punished for that? I don’t like sweetcorn, should I punish my children who do like it and eat it in front of me? Of course not. You don’t have to like that Sasha is gay, you don’t have to like the thought of the things he’s going to do whether it’s in a year or several years, he’s still going to do them, with our Farren or not, you can bet he’ll do it with someone, because that is who he is, it was how he was born and it’s what will make him the happiest. But as a parent you have to accept that he will be doing these things, that he will be bringing other men home for you to meet and to any family gatherings because he shouldn’t have to hide it or hide away any of the men he loves! You are his Father, you are supposed to always have his back, you are supposed to always be in his corner to fight for him when he needs it, he shouldn’t have to be fighting you as well when he’s so readily come to you and told you something so personal about himself.”
“I don’t…I don’t think I could ever accept it. It’s not right.”
“You can accept it.” Nasta said gruffly in his no nonsense tone. “He’s your son and you love him very much. A Father’s love for his son goes deep and intellectually you know that what we’re saying is true and it makes sense. There is nothing wrong with him loving other men, or rather boys at the moment. You might not like it, you may not even be able to stomach the thought of what two men do in bed together, but it’s not like you have to do those things yourself, it’s not like Sasha is going to come home each day and regale you with a blow by blow account of his activities. He’s going to be exactly the same, only he’ll have boyfriends and one day he might even have a Husband and children, that’s all.”
“Think of it this way.” Harry told him seriously. “Imagine someone forcing you to be with a man, telling you it wasn’t right or it was dirty to be with a woman and you had to be with a man because that was the ‘right’ way. Think of the disgust you’d feel, the misery it would cause you for the rest of your life as you try and live a lie that hurts you every single day and hurts those around you as well, as all the while your bitter resentment for the people who forced you into that situation grows until you just can’t take it anymore and you snap, cutting off all ties with them and going to live your life the way you want to on your own, alone without your family beside you. That’s what Sasha will feel if you try to force him to be with a woman, because he isn’t sexually attracted to them, he’s attracted to boys. I know if someone tried to get me with a woman I’d probably be sick. They’re pretty, kind, funny, hell some of them are downright beautiful, but I just don’t feel any sort of physical connection to them, there’s nothing there, no twinge of arousal, no gut twisting ache when I look at one of them…nothing that makes me think, oh god I have to have her in bed. I just don’t see women that way because I was born with an attraction to men, I was born gay and so was my Farren and so was your Sasha and there is nothing wrong with any of us and if you make it out to be something wrong to Sasha, then you’re going to end up alienating him, because he can’t stop feeling the way he does and he can’t just switch it off and start liking women as you want him too.”
“I think we’ve given you enough to think about for one night, let me walk you home.” Nasta said as the silence stretched on and he stood up from the table and shared a look with them all as Alistair Bennet got wearily to his unsteady feet.
The distraction came with the raucous wailing of hungry newborns and they moved like a well-oiled machine to sort out the three criers who wanted a bottle.
“I…congratulations on the birth of your…six was it?” Mister Bennet said awkwardly.
“Yes, sextuplets. Honestly I don’t think I’ll fall pregnant again for a long while.” Harry chuckled as he stood and put a hand to his empty baby pouch.
He rubbed an arm over his face and swiped his hair out of his way before he made his way over to pick up his tiny Emerus to wake him up and try to tempt him into taking a bottle. Blaise batted him away and picked up Emerus himself.
“You…you’re Harry Potter!” Alistair said faintly.
Harry gave him a look. “Yes. I am and these are my life partners, these are my children and this strapping boy is my second born, my Farren and he happens to like your Sasha. I’d be happy to welcome him, and the rest of your family too, into my family, because I have a feeling that my Farren won’t give up on Sasha quite so easily.” Harry said as he put an arm around Farren’s neck, his forearm across his chest and pulled him into a hug, kissing the top of his head.
Farren just smiled and held Harry’s hand to his heart and Mister Bennet looked like he’d faint on the spot.
Nasta led the poor man away and the front door closed soon after and Harry relaxed and he hugged Farren tightly.
“What a horrible man, I hope you haven’t met him too many times.” He told Farren as he kissed his cheeks.
“Mum! Stop it.” Farren whined. “It’s bad enough I had to sit here and listen to you speaking about being in bed with women and other men, I was the one who was almost sick!”
Harry laughed and he kissed Farren one last time.
“Go and tell the others that it’s safe for them to come down. I think a family film is in order tonight before bed.”
“I’ll get the snacks ready.” Max said as he finished feeding Eiren and burped him, putting him back into his bassinet.
“Mumma!” Harry smiled as he was attacked by a wave of kids all worried about him.
“The man never hurt you, did he Mummy, you’re not at full strength yet from the babies!” His six year old Luce told him seriously.
“I’m fine; we’re going to watch a film together as a family tonight, all of us. Your Daddy Max gets to pick the film tonight.”
“Will the new babies be there Mummy? I don’t think they’ll like it.”
“It’s a little late for the new babies to be up I think.” Harry said with a smile.
“Lia, Nimi and Vanna all fell asleep too.” Regan told him.
Harry nodded. “I expected that, Mister Bennet was here for a while.”
“Tegan and I put them to bed.” Regan nodded. “They’re fine and we made absolutely sure that the sides of the cots were secure.”
Harry smiled. “Well done. Now go and make sure that you’re in your pyjamas, it has to be comfy and cosy!”
His kids laughed and his older kids whooped in joy as they rushed off to change into something more comfortable as the younger ones, who were already in their pyjamas thanks to their attentive older siblings, rushed to get the best seats in the living room, leaving the one settee free because it was ‘Mummy and Daddies’ settee.’
Max brought in snacks and a mug of hot chocolate for everyone and Harry settled down on the settee with a squirming Sully on his lap and little Loren tucked into his side, between him and Draco.
They didn’t start the film until Nasta came back home and had changed himself into his pyjamas and had joined them, the kids urging him to change fast, to walk quicker as they were ramped up for their film. Max started the film as Nasta squeezed himself between Max and Blaise, settling himself down and accepting the six year old Lian onto his lap.
Harry soaked up the atmosphere as he gazed at his family, who were all enraptured by the film that Max had chosen. He couldn’t imagine anything breaking them apart, let alone something as small and simple as his child’s sexual orientation. He loved his children more than that, he loved them for who they were and it would take more than finding out that his child was seeing someone of the same gender to even make him bat an eyelash. He didn’t think there was anything a child of his could do to make him ever stop loving them, even if he was disappointed or shamed, he would still love them and he hoped that Alistair Bennet came to realise that he loved his son more than he cared for his sexual orientation, because if he didn’t, then Harry was afraid of what would become of poor Sasha, but more importantly, he thought as he looked at his second oldest child, lounging on the floor with a sleeping Cyneric cuddled on his lap, laughing at a scene in the film, he was worried about what would become of his Farren.
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A/N: So I wanted to post this chapter today, it seemed special to me to post this chapter on the exact day that the sextuplets were born and I hope you lovelies enjoyed it.
The Rise of the Drackens is finally going to be getting a bit of attention; chapter 91 should be posted next week, but until then please enjoy this chapter,
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