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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169453 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
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October 2003
Braiden – 6 years
Quintuplets – 5 years
Eva + Ave – 4 years
Taren – 3 years, 8 months
Lai – 3 years
Xabiere – 1 year, 8 months
Mace + Evie – 11 months
Mollie – 6 months
The Joy and Heartache of Halloween
It had been a very long and busy day waiting for that evening, Harry thought to himself with a sad smile. His children were all very excited and he grinned as his little Calix rushed passed him, dressed in a ‘zombie rabbit’ costume. The excitement had been building to a crescendo all day and it had finally hit a head when it had started getting dark at four in the afternoon.
His children were all dressed up and armed with treat bags, that Nasta insisted on them having as they were quite small, so that once the bags were full, it was time to come home. It was Nasta’s way of controlling how many sweets and treats their children had without confiscating half of their sweets when they got home as Harry refused to allow him to do so. It would upset his children greatly if he did so and he would not let his own mate hurt or upset his children over something so trivial as Halloween sweets. So they stuck to the little treat bags as a compromise.
He made it to the living room to find all of his children gathered around Max, who was handing out their Halloween themed treat bags. If a smiling ghost that looked like a cuddly toy could be classed as Halloween-esque.
“Mummy, am I scary?” His little Lai asked sweetly, the three year old holding tiny, orange arms out so that Harry could see the costume properly.
Harry looked at the fat, padded pumpkin costume and he bit his lip. “Yes love, you look absolutely terrifying.” He lied. Lai looked utterly adorable and if he knew it wouldn’t upset his three year old baby, he’d be on his knees cooing to his snuggly little pumpkin.
“You’ve made all of my children look ridiculous.” Draco huffed.
Harry gave him a glare. “They all picked out their own costumes.” Harry reminded him.
“A pumpkin?” Draco scowled. “How is a pumpkin scary? Or an ordinary witch? I don’t understand this Muggle tradition.”
“Then don’t judge it.” Harry told him. “Just keep an eye on them all and let Nasta lead them around.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to come, Mummy?” Braiden asked him, dressed as a caricature werewolf. He looked like an overly fluffy puppy.
“I’m sure, love. You go and enjoy yourselves.” He said with a sad smile.
“Is it because you’re having another baby?” Tegan asked him, brushing clumps of the ratty grey wig she was wearing from her eyes, clutching her Muggle broomstick tightly in a little fist.
“No, sweetheart. I’m only two months pregnant. It’s because your Nana and Granddad Potter died today and I like to think about them.”
“Oh, should we stay and think about them too?” Regan asked him.
“No, they’d want you to go out and have lots of fun, especially your Granddad James.” Harry said with a smile. “So you make sure you get as many sweeties as you can and have as much fun as you can and then you can tell me all about it when you come home.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me, or any of us, to stay home with you?” Nasta asked him quietly.
“I’d much rather you be with our babies, we have fourteen of them now, and you’re taking out eleven of them, you need to keep them safe. I’ll be fine, you know that I can protect myself, especially after Max’s self-defence lessons. I’ll be very safe here. I just want to spend some time alone to reflect on everything and to look through old pictures, that’s all.”
“Be careful, especially with this little one.” Nasta said, laying his hand over his gently rounded belly.
Harry smiled. “You know I will. You lot go and have fun and leave me to my thoughts.”
“Alright, Diletto. Happy anniversary.” Blaise told him.
Harry smiled. “Happy anniversary, Blaise. We’ll celebrate properly tomorrow.”
“We always do.” Blaise said lecherously.
Harry rolled his eyes and hugged his children. He didn’t want to let go of his Leolin or his tiny Xabe, who was almost two years old, but he knew that he had to. He had three little one’s upstairs asleep, his eleven month old twins, Mace and Evie and his six month old Mollie. They were too young to go trick or treating and Harry thought that Xabie was too, but he was so excited that he couldn’t sleep, so Harry had dug out one of the old costumes he had in the attic, dusted it off and dressed his little baby in the caricature vampire costume that had been one of his older brothers.
“Muma, bag!” Xabie toddled to him and thrust his bag up at him, looking adorable in his cape, his nest of hair slicked back with what looked like shoe polish, but was actually Draco’s hair goop, twin lines of red dribbled down to his chin from both corners of his mouth in a bad imitation of blood.
Harry smiled. “Yes, you need it to get your sweeties, baby.” Harry told him.
“We’ll take care of him, don’t worry.” Max assured him as he scooped Xabiere up and planted a big kiss on his cheek, getting a little baby giggle for it.
“Make sure that you do, and don’t let any of the others wander off!” Harry said worriedly. “And keep an eye on the time, I don’t want them out past seven O’clock!”
“We know, Caru.” Nasta said with a loving smile. “Leave it to us, you just relax and have a quiet evening.”
Harry nodded as he hugged his children tightly, making sure not to damage or knock off their costumes or smudge their painted faces. As it was, Lai still managed to smear Harry’s cheek orange from the dabs of ‘pumpkin orange’ paint that covered his little Lai’s entire face. They’d even managed to find orange lipstick and eye shadow to complete the costume.
Draco took out a handkerchief and wiped Harry’s face clean for him. Harry kissed him and then Blaise ushered the kids out into the twilight, they had a bit of a walk to get to their nearest neighbour, but beyond that was a whole neighbourhood that would be teeming with little ghosts, witches, werewolves, vampires and zombies, all carting around bags of sweets.
Harry had bought bags of sweets and the finest Halloween chocolates money could buy. Their house had become known as the best house in the area to come for Halloween and they’d had a steady stream of kids with bags and adorable grins knocking on their door. Draco was efficient at opening the door, complimenting the costumes and handing out the sweets. Max ripped open the door wearing the most grotesque mask he could find that year and screaming into the children’s faces and sending most of them into hysterics before he pulled up his mask with a laugh and handing them small, pre-made bags of sweets, chocolate eyeballs and gummy severed fingers that they kept in a bowl by the door. Blaise, Nasta and he were somewhere in between, they weren’t as stiff or boring as Draco but they weren’t as fanatical or fun loving as Max.
Harry would never forget the Halloween last year, when Xabiere was just eight months old and Max had stayed home with him because he was heavily pregnant and not able to stay home on his own, just in case he started nesting, and Max had dressed up as an insane, cannibalistic hobo and he had spent the night opening the door and pretending that he was eating the baby in his arms. He’d even ruined a perfectly good bodysuit by ripping it, covering it with fake blood and layering it over a red tee-shirt so that it looked like Xabiere’s belly was open and bleeding. The fake blood had been smeared all around Max’s lips and mouth and stuck to the scruffy beard he’d spent three weeks growing in for his costume. They’d had several kids run away from their house screaming.
He was only two months pregnant this year and he was due a scan soon. He hadn’t wanted to fall pregnant again so quickly. He hadn’t wanted sex at all since his last pregnancy and he was still plagued with nightmares and though he no longer blamed himself, or the remaining stress of the attack he’d suffered just a year before his twins had been born, he still hadn’t recovered from the loss of his two babies just six months ago.
He’d only taken three months to recover before his breeding season had started back up and on his very first heat period, he’d fallen pregnant. Something that he desperately hadn’t wanted, but couldn’t control. He and his mates hadn’t had sex since the heat period and that couldn’t really be counted as none of them could really remember much from the red hazed ten days.
He still had his dark days, they all did. Days where one of them just couldn’t bring themselves to crawl out of bed as they remembered their little Cassie and their sweet Jamie. It had only been six months since he had gone into premature labour and he’d been held down as Healers had removed his triplets. Jaime had been born dead. Their little boy hadn’t been strong enough to even survive the labour. Cassie had died in his arms just several hours later. They had been expecting their tiny Mollie to follow her brother and sister, but she hadn’t. She’d clung onto life and she’d fought for every breath that she took, but she was still alive the next morning and she had gotten stronger by the day.
Harry went up the stairs to his bedroom and checked in on her. She was sleeping peacefully, a stuffed duckling clutched in a tiny hand that was thrown over her head. He tucked his little miracle back in to her cot and kissed her soft cheek. It had been a hard, very difficult couple of years for all of them. He just hoped now that, after the attack, the horror and guilt that followed, then the premature labour and the death of two of his triplets, they had a nice, calm year where nothing bad or horrific happened. These last few years had been the worst and he couldn’t take any more bad news.
He put a hand to his pregnant belly and sat on the bed before he pulled out his photo album from the bedside table. His mates never bitched at him for keeping it in the bedside cabinet when they only had two of them between five men and he loved them for that. He liked having this album close to him.
He flipped through the school photos of his parents, their just graduated days, then their wedding photos and his baby photos. He had a lot more of them now thanks to Remus.
His gorge rose, as it always did, with the thought that they’d been killed on exactly this day. He swallowed painfully and breathed through the urge to vomit. It had been twenty-two years since they’d been killed and there wasn’t a day that went by that he wasn’t reminded that they were dead. If it wasn’t his children asking where his Mummy and Daddy were, it was just seeing his mates with their parents. Sometimes it was just his own thoughts about them and the night they died.
He smiled sadly at the pictures that smiled and waved up at him from the pages. He sighed and closed the album and put it back in the bedside table. His children would be back soon and little Mollie ‘Momo’ would want a bottle soon.
He sighed again and sat himself up, wiping his eyes and smiling as he realised that one of his mates had left a box of tissues out for him to use. He loved all four of those men to pieces.
He went down the stairs and boiled the kettle, getting his Mother’s cup down from the very top cupboard where his children had no hope of reaching it. He’d stopped using it every day when Braiden and his quintuplets had first started finding their feet. Draco had been right of course, he would have been devastated if it had been broken and it was inevitable that it would be broken if he continued to use it with their house rapidly filling up with children who were crawling, toddling, walking, running and playing. He only used it now on Halloween, his special little moment using the blue china tea cup that his Mother had not only touched, but had used herself.
He made up a bottle for Mollie and set out fifteen mugs on the counter. He got a large saucepan out, filled it with milk and set that to boiling on the hob as he sipped at his tea. The doorbell rang a couple of times and he opened the door, each time pretending to be terrified out of his wits by the collection of very fake, sometimes cute looking costumes on the other side of the door before giving them a little bag of treats and waving them away.
He fed his tiny Mollie and rocked her back to sleep, thankful, as he was every single day since her birth, that she was still alive and with him. It didn’t diminish the pain he felt at losing two of his triplets, but somehow, it helped knowing that one of them had lived. He would have been much worse if he’d lost all three of them, he knew that, because he’d been forced to get up, carry on and care for his newborn daughter despite the pain of losing her brother and sister.
He gave her a big kiss and settled her back into her cot before he went back down the stairs and into the kitchen, laughing to himself as he saw the milk boiling over. Max was going to kill him.
He carefully poured the milk into the mugs and added cocoa powder, mixed it all together and allowed it to cool.
He added whipped cream, marshmallows and chocolate shavings to the hot chocolates and drank his own. He was just tipping the lone plain hot chocolate into a bottle for Xabiere when the front door opened and he could almost feel the aura of excitement and happiness coming from his chattering children.
He went to the kitchen door and cleared his throat, several babies looked up at him, squealed and rushed to embrace him. It was this more than anything that healed his hurting heart. The innocent, unconditional and adoring love of his children.
“Mummy, look at all my sweeties!” Braiden said excitedly, pushing his bulging treat bag under Harry’s nose.
He had several other babies doing the same thing within minutes.
“I hope you aren’t planning on eating all of those sweets yourself.” He said in a mock stern voice. “Now come on, I have hot chocolate waiting for all of you.”
“With marshmallows!” Tegan said, her face lighting up.
“And cream?” Calix asked hopping up and down.
“And chocolate too!” Taren spun around in a circle.
Harry laughed at their excited antics.
“Yes yes. I’ve made it with the works. Come on, let’s get you warmed up.”
“Have you made me one too, Mummy?” Max mock lisped to him, crawling to him on his knees.
Harry rolled his eyes and kissed Max’s forehead. He was put out to realise that Max was not that much shorter than he was on his knees.
“Yes I made you big kids one too. Come on before they go cold and these kids wear holes in the carpet.”
Harry handed out the mugs of hot chocolate and took a drifting Xabe from Blaise so that his mate could drink his own hot chocolate and he watched as his nearly two year old little boy suckled slowly on the bottle of the very rare hot chocolate treat.
“The three munchkins alright?” Max asked, cream all around his mouth and on his nose. All the kids were giggling at him and trying to tell him where the cream was, but he was deliberately missing it and teasing his children by telling them that he thought they were telling lies.
“Fine, Mollie had her bottle, she didn’t drink it all, but she drank most of it. Mace and Evie haven’t woken up.”
“Our Macie hasn’t woken up? It’s not like that greedy guzzler not to suckle down as much as he can.”
“I think it’s just cold and he’s happy. He drank a lot just before he went to bed, I’ve changed him twice already.”
“I’ll go and check on them.” Draco offered as he put his used mug into the sink.
Harry took a moment to look around and smile as Blaise had enough of Max’s teasing and licked the cream off of their lover’s face, kissing him until Max’s laughter turned deeper and he pulled Blaise onto his lap to kiss him properly to the noisy disgust of their children.
“Ewww! Daddy Max!” Regan grimaced with a shriek. “Stop it!”
“Why is Dada Max eating Dada Bwaise?” Lai asked confusedly.
“He’s got cream all over his face, so he’s tasty at the moment.” Blaise growled deeply as he pulled back from Max’s face.
“Calm yourselves.” Nasta told them. “We need to get these toe-rags into bed.”
Harry chuckled and looked down at the sleeping Xabiere. The twenty month old boy was fast asleep in his arms, Harry’s rocking and his gentle fingers stroking over his back and through his hair had lulled him straight to sleep.
“I got mine to sleep alright.” Harry laughed.
“You got the easy one.” Max huffed as he indicated the excited, painted up, costumed rabble that were exchanging sweets they didn’t want or like with siblings. “Why do we get these ones, we’ve had them all night. It’s your turn, I claim dibs on the three upstairs!”
“Stop putting dibs on the kids.” Harry told him.
“You got the easy ones.” Max pouted.
“I’m easy, Daddy!” Ave said loudly.
“No! Do not say that.” Max told her. “Those are the last words any Father wants to hear. Ever.”
“I don’t know, I think the words, ‘Dad, I’m pregnant’ would be worse.” Harry said and then he grinned as his three mates all recoiled and made noises to block out his words. He laughed.
“Alright, what is taking so long?” Draco told them. “Kids, upstairs and get into bed, your treat bags will still be here in the morning.”
“Can you wash my face, Daddy?” Lai asked sleepily, rubbing half lidded eyes and smearing the orange paint everywhere.
“Of course, come on, love.”
Draco picked Lai up and carried the baby pumpkin to the bathroom. Harry watched them go and shook his head.
“Come on, Daddy Draco is right. Wash your faces and get into your warm pyjamas and into bed.” Nasta told them.
Harry followed the rabble up the stairs and he went into the nursery, where Mace was sat up in his cot, blinking sleep from his eyes and whining hungrily.
Harry sighed and he put Xabiere down gently and picked Mace up before he could start full out crying.
“Mama.” Mace murmured.
“Are you hungry, baby?”
“Bockle.”
“Yes, I’m getting you a bottle now, love.”
Harry carried the eleven month old down the stairs and found Draco making a bottle ready.
“I told you he’d wake up soon.” Draco said with a smile.
“Yes, you did.” Harry kissed Draco and took the bottle that Draco had made. “Is our little Lai in bed?”
“Yes, didn’t want to take that damn costume off, of course. But that adorable child of ours is fast asleep. This little child of ours needs to be in bed too. It’s far too cold down here.”
Harry nodded as he watched Mace suckle fast and furiously. It took half the time it usually took for any of their other babies to have their bottle before Harry had Mace fed, burped and back into his cot, right next to his twin.
The house was silent and Harry smiled as he settled into bed. He was the first, so he claimed the middle, and the best part, of the bed for himself.
“Look at you, Lord Muck.” Max laughed as he came into their bedroom and started undressing. “Lording it up in the bed without us.”
“Only for a minute before you get yourselves in here.”
“What’s the matter?” Nasta asked as he, Draco and Blaise came in after settling the excited older kids down.
“Lord Muck over there.” Max laughed, pointing to a cosy Harry who was cuddled up in bed, the covers tucked under his chin until just his head was poking out of the top.
Harry grinned happily and pulled out a hand to give his mates a small wave. Blaise snorted, Draco rolled his eyes and Nasta chuckled and went to the bathroom.
Max jumped onto the bed hard and jolted Harry a foot from his original position. He scrambled across the bed quickly and beat Max back to the middle spot in the bed and grinned cheekily at his mate who groaned and flumped himself onto the bed next to him.
“Fine, you have the middle spot. The smallest person shouldn’t get the best place! The biggest should.” He whined.
Harry laughed and snuggled into his warmth. “Stop complaining.” Harry told him as Draco came to spoon his back.
Nasta came back into the room and he settled a glass of water onto the bedside table for Max, who always needed a drink or two during the night.
“Cheers.” Max rumbled as Blaise slipped in behind him and snuggled in. Harry smiled as hands stroked and caressed his arms.
“Happy Halloween.” Nasta said with a sigh. “Another one come and gone, another week of forcibly brushing every little millimetre of tiny baby teeth.”
Harry laughed and turned over to face Draco and behind him, Nasta.
“It’ll be alright. They think fruit are sweets remember, this is a treat they only get a couple of times a year. It’s only really Halloween and Easter as we don’t buy them sweets or chocolate for their birthdays or for Christmas and we don’t let anyone else give them sweets as presents. Twice a year isn’t a bad record at all. Tegan doesn’t even like sweets, bless her heart.”
Everything fell silent, there was a lot rustling around, a bit of shifting and a lot of listening to Mollie snuffling in her sleep. Max fell asleep first, he was still recovering from his most recent chest infection caused by his job and it was obvious from his slight wheezing, but he was fine after the week and a half of sleeping and having their children ‘helping’ him. Eva and Ave had even been his personal nurses and had fed him his potions (under Nasta’s obsessive supervision) and helped him to drink his tea. They had also not allowed him to put so much as a hand out from under the blankets. He’d made Harry promise that he’d never let them be his nurses ever again.
Harry snuggled in and he fell asleep to leave Nasta to watch over them for a little while longer. Nasta made sure that Max was breathing steadily and he made sure that all the baby monitors were switched on and that he could hear their tiny Mollie breathing. Once he was assured that every member of his family was safe and sound and fast asleep and that there was nothing amiss in their home, only then did he allow himself to settle down enough to sleep.
He hated Halloween, it was his least favourite holiday and not just because of the mass of sweets and chocolate his kids and his mates were eating, but because it served to upset Harry so very much. He’d seen the used tissues in the waste bin at their bedside and he knew that Harry had been crying. He hated it, but there was nothing that he could do, because nothing could bring back the dead.
He sighed heavily and threw an arm over Draco and touched Harry, pushing a hand under his pyjamas. He rubbed softly at the skin he found and cupped his hand around the small bump of Harry’s pregnant belly.
It was hard knowing that they’d lost two babies, it was so painful that sometimes when he thought too hard about Jaime and Cassie he found himself unable to breathe. He admitted that having Mollie helped. All of their other children helped too, because they didn’t really understand what was happening and they still needed looking after and it prevented them from dwelling too long on their lost babies.
He knew Harry hadn’t wanted to be pregnant again so soon, they hadn’t had sex since before Harry had gone into premature labour and they hadn’t had sex since either, as he didn’t count the heat period that had taken away their inhibitions and had forced them together. They had conceived a baby and Nasta hoped that this new baby helped to take the pain away from losing their Jamie and Cassie. He knew that it wouldn’t take it all away and he knew that they’d never, ever forget their lost little ones, but he really did hope that the new baby helped, even if it was just by exhausting them so that they didn’t have the time to think.
He sighed and rolled himself tighter into Draco and laid a kiss on his pale neck as he relaxed his fingers against Harry’s bump. This had been a hell of a couple of years that they’d gone through, he seriously hoped that things calmed down and that nothing else went wrong for them. He didn’t know how long he could control himself and stop himself from tearing someone’s face off otherwise and he didn’t want to endanger his family that badly. Not ever.
Nasta soon fell asleep, despite his racing, troubled thoughts, but exhaustion soon won out. He needed to find a way to let out his stresses and frustrations, otherwise he didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to keep himself from cracking. He needed one hell of a release and he needed it very soon.
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A/N: Happy Halloween, lovelies! I hope you’re all enjoying the holiday, whether you celebrate it or not, I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Rise of the Drackens is next on my update list and I’ll be posting that in just a few days. Five of them in fact, as soon as my work shifts are over for the week. Until then, I hope you’ve enjoyed this Halloween chapter, I’ll see you soon,
StarLight Massacre. X
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