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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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Chapter List
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December 2014
Nasta - 54
Max - 48
Blaise - 35
Draco - 34
Harry - 34
Braiden - 17
Quintuplets – 16
Eva and Ave – 15
Taren - 14
Lai - 14
Xabiere - 12
Mace and Evie - 12
Mollie - 11
Quadruplets - 10
Serra and Senna - 8
Lian - 7
Phoebe, Neave and Luce – 6
Loren – 5
Cyneric and Kallan – 4
Sully – 2
Lia, Nia and Vanna – 18 months
Sextuplets – 4 months
A Frozen Moment
Max was at home all alone today. Or as alone as he ever got these days with thirty-seven children to keep track of. Luckily for him his four other lovers, Nasta, Draco, Blaise and Harry, had taken most of the kids off of his hands to go Christmas shopping for several last minute purchases that had been either forgotten or very hard to find, so he wasn’t left all on his own with all thirty-seven children, thank Merlin.
It was just five days until Christmas day and their house was a perpetual hive of activity as overexcited kids rushed to and fro, scoffing the Christmas cookies he’d been baking for the last week, rattling the several presents they kept under the tree for decoration to try and guess what was inside, and just generally creating havoc and chaos as the big day loomed ever closer and their excitement only grew.
Max had to dodge three kids just to make it safely to the kitchen to pick up the six bottles he’d made in preparation ten minutes ago. He still couldn’t believe that Harry had conceived and given birth to sextuplets, but their six were doing wonderfully well. Even tiny little Emerus was coming on in spades, his biological son, who had been so tiny and struggling a little after his birth as he didn’t like waking up for his feeds. Little Rus was still the smallest of the clutch, a concept that had really been quite foreign to him in regards to his own natural children, but he was getting used to it and now that Emerus was gaining some weight, which made the Healers happy, which in turn made them happy, Max was less worried about his youngest son. No, it was Harry that they were all extremely worried about.
Harry had given birth over four months ago now and sometimes the remaining pain in his body woke him up and had him retching. The Healers had told him that he’d done some very serious damage to his body by carrying six babies, even if they had thought they were only having five. Again the topic of selective reduction had been brought up during that pregnancy, but Harry had stubbornly refused to even consider it this time around. In his mind he had already carried quintuplets before, so he could do so again despite being almost ten years older than he had been with his first set of quintuplets. Max wondered if Harry might have accepted the selective reduction if he’d known that he was actually carrying six babies and had known beforehand the damage and pain it would have caused him afterwards, even if all six babies had survived and were doing well, Harry himself was not. Max sighed and run his thick fingers through his overlong, very slightly curly, hair. Probably not. As long as the babies were alright, Harry wouldn’t have cared about himself or how much pain the pregnancy and birth cause him.
Max picked up the fussing four month old, grinning as a shock of white blond hair was revealed from under the hood of the little Christmas jumper the baby was wearing. Of course Draco’s son, Errai, would have been the one to start fussing for attention first.
“Need a hand, Dad?” Braiden asked.
Their seventeen year old son was tall, slim and beautiful. Max was so proud as he watched Braiden easily scoop up a hungry baby and present a bottle teat to a tiny, pouted mouth. He was going to be an amazing parent one of these days and though that thought made him a little sad, as Braiden was likely to fly the nest in the next coming months, he was also so very, very proud of the man his first son had become.
“Slow down, Eiren!” Braiden laughed to his baby brother as the little boy sucked incredibly strongly on the bottle. “You’d think we never fed him!”
Max grinned as he burped Errai and sat him on the floor. As he watched, the baby lilted to the one side and flumped over.
“Don’t do that, Dad! Mum would have a fit.” Braiden told him off, which made Max smile harder as Braiden crouched down and shifted Errai onto his belly, where he was more comfortable, all the while keeping a good hold on Eiren and not once stopping the milk flow.
“You’re going to make a brilliant Mother hen, just like your Mum and Dad Nasta.” Max teased and Braiden snorted.
“I find that a massive compliment.” Braiden told him.
“Daddy! Daddy! Put DVD on!”
Max groaned and rubbed his head as he looked at the wide eyed collection of his six year old triplets.
“Please, not again. Daddy can’t take hearing those songs anymore! Can’t we have a break for one day?” He begged. “Don’t you want to watch something else?”
“No!” The three girls replied, one even stamping her foot.
“But it’s giving Daddy a brain haemorrhage, you don’t want Daddy to have a brain haemorrhage, do you?”
The three girls nodded and giggled. “Put Frozen on!” Neave demanded.
“But if Daddy hears ‘Let It Go’ once more he’s going to be really sick!” Max pleaded.
“Don’t care!” Phoebe declared. “We want to watch it!”
Knowing that he’d lost this argument, he grudgingly moved towards the TV and popped in the Frozen disk that had been thoroughly abused since they’d gotten it in April. It had been played every day since, sometimes upwards of four or five times. He could quote it by heart and when it had still been new, he had even sung along to the songs to entertain his children, but now eight months later, he was fucking sick of it.
All it took was the music to start playing, before the film had even properly started and several cheers rang out and there was a rush from the room next door as other children heard and recognised the coming on.
“Frozen’s on!” Lian shouted up the stairs and suddenly there was an almost stampede as the remaining little kids who were left at home with him charged from all over the house to clamour in front of the TV for Frozen.
“I want to be a Queen like Elsa!” A five year old Loren declared as he bounced on the settee, a half-eaten cookie in his hands. Max dreaded to think how many he’d eaten. He had been distracted with feeding the sextuplets and he’d forgotten to police the cookies.
“You can’t be a Queen, you’re a boy!” Luce told him.
“I can be a Queen if I want to be!” Loren said back fiercely.
“You’d have to be a King.” Lian told him.
“I don’t want to be a King, I want to be a Queen!” Loren snapped.
“You can’t!”
“Oi, knock it off!” Max said. “If Loren wants to be a Queen, then he can be a Queen. Just like you can be anything you want to be.”
“Can I have a dress, Daddy?” Loren asked excitedly. “If I’m a Queen, I need a dress.”
Max grinned at the thought and he left the living room and went to the coat cupboard in the hallway, there he transfigured an old spare robe into a blue dress in an imitation of the ‘Elsa’ dress. He measured it and made sure that it would fit Loren, before he took it back into the living room and handed it to his son who screeched and rushed to strip himself down to pull it on.
This was much better than suffering through Frozen for the seven millionth time. He made sure to take photos, just in case Loren got bored and took the dress off before the others got back.
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“Rewind it again!” Lian demanded and Max grit his teeth and tried to smile as he rewound the DVD just so his kids could watch the ‘Let It Go’ scene for the tenth time in a row. He either had a brain tumour, or he was dangerously close to having an aneurism.
Loren, still in his blue Elsa dress, was perched on his lap, singing along happily to the song, doing all the hand movements. But Merlin, how many times did his kids want to watch this one film? When would they get bored of it and move on to something else?
They’d had to buy eight Elsa dolls, eight Hans and Kristoff dolls, even Olaf and Sven models, six Elsa and Anna headband sets and countless other paraphernalia for various Christmas lists this year. They’d even bought Frozen wrapping paper and gift bags to put it all in. The world had gone Frozen mad.
“Let it go! Let it go! I am one with the wind and sky-eye-eye!” Max could feel the headache forming as several kids sang along badly to the song and he had to put Loren to the side of him and go into the kitchen, just to get away for a minute.
He got himself a glass of water and a headache reliever for the pressure he could feel forming in his skull. Once this Frozen phase was over he would take immense pleasure in snapping that disk into a hundred tiny pieces and stamping on them.
“Oh, not that song again!”
Max turned to see Mace slumping into the kitchen. His twelve year old son was getting to look more and more like his Grandfather as he got older and it immediately cheered him up.
“Must they watch it a million times a day, Dad? I’m sick of it.”
“Why do you think I’m hiding in my own kitchen?” He said with a grin.
“I thought it was to make more cookies, seeing as there are none left.”
Startled, Max looked to his airtight containers and found every single one of them open and empty…Nasta was going to fucking slaughter him.
“Any chance you want to help me bake?” Max asked.
“Anything that keeps me from having to watch Frozen again and I’ll happily do it.” Mace said empathetically.
So Max went digging in his fridge and cupboards and brought out everything he needed to make up his mountain of Christmas cookies again. This time he was going to ward the damn containers to stop sneaky little hands from nicking all of his biscuits.
At least he had competent help this time as he and Mace knocked out the dough quickly and easily enough.
“Daddy! Ellette bumped her head!”
Max dropped the rolling pin and ran to the living room to find a group of worried kids gathered around a crying four month old. He cursed himself for a fool for leaving his four month old sextuplets alone, only Ellette and Eurei were mobile at the moment, the other four were not, but he still shouldn’t have left them alone.
He picked up his little girl and cooed over her, kissing her little bumped head and trying to blot out Frozen playing in the background.
She’d crawled into the coffee table, nothing more serious than a small red bump covered her tiny forehead, but all the same he cocked her onto his hip and secured the other five into the playpen area.
“Do not take them out.” He warned the other children as he hefted Ellette higher up his side.
He took her back out into the kitchen to see Mace punching out the dough with Christmas cutters and lining them up on several baking trays.
“Did you remember to grease the trays?”
“Yep. The first batch is already in the oven.” Mace said proudly.
“Well done, you’re going to be a proper little chef one day.” Max praised easily as he set Ellette into a highchair and scattered a handful of raisins onto the tray for her to pick at.
“Did you finish the Christmas cakes?” Mace asked curiously.
“Yep, all eight of them.” Max said with a weary sigh. “I finished decorating them last night and I’ve put them all away safe, where sticky little hands can’t reach them.”
The front door banged several times and Max cleaned his hands as quickly as he could and moved to the door, only for Calix to swing down the bannister and open the door excitedly. He accepted the parcel and signed for it and bounced into the kitchen to hand the parcel to him.
Max checked the name on it before he put it up high, out of reach of little hands. It was for Harry, which meant that it was more than likely another Christmas present for someone.
Max shooed Mace away after Frozen had gone off and it was safe to travel into the living room once more, but he stayed and meticulously decorated his cookies yet again, fighting off little hands that wanted yet more treats.
Harry came home first, Mollie, Evie, Farren and Sasha with him and a two year old Sully sleeping in his arms.
“Pass him here, you were sick this morning. Why didn’t you use his pushchair?”
“I did.” Harry said affronted. “I folded it down in the passageway.”
Max nodded, much happier to hear that as he tucked Sully into a convenient pram that was up against the kitchen wall and he sat Harry down and made him tea.
“Why is Ellie out here? Where are the other five?” Harry asked.
“They’re in the playpen in the living room. She is out here because she bumped her head into the coffee table.”
“Oh baby, did you bump your little head?” Harry cooed as he moved her fringe out of the way and kissed the barely there red patch.
“Did you get everything you needed?” Max asked, even as he watched Farren run a finger down Sasha’s nose before bending to kiss him. They were getting increasingly more affectionate and it broke his heart. He wasn’t as optimistic as Harry was, he couldn’t see how their relationship would be strong enough to last.
“Yes. I got everything off of the list. I just hope the others had as much luck as I did. I did not play nice or gentlemanly. I had to claw at some woman’s eyes to get four pairs of the Frozen pyjamas and I got Farren to reach over some woman’s head to snatch the last Princess Anna and Olaf bedspread in blue. Thankfully she was too short to reach it, so while she was on the tips of her toes trying to reach it, Farren snatched it from over her head, she was furious, though when she spun around to bump her nose against his massive chest, she backed right off. She had no way of knowing that our loved up boy wouldn’t hurt a fly. Still, I hope the others are as ruthless, because if my babies don’t get what they want for Christmas, I’ll make sure they suffer.”
“I’m glad I never went out!” Max laughed. “Though I had to sit and rewind Frozen a dozen times.”
Harry winced. “I’m so glad that I did go out.”
Draco came home not too long after Harry, his hands filled with carrier bags.
“Did you get everything?” Harry demanded before he had even sat down.
Draco nodded. “I almost got punched in the face for taking the last Elsa doll on the shelf, but yes. I got everything.”
“Even the colouring books?” Harry asked. “The stores I went to were all sold out.”
“I got twelve of them because I sent Taren crawling under the stock counter and had him going through all the boxes until he’d found them. The damn shop was holding them back so they could create panic shopping when they announced a ‘new shipment’ of the colouring books in store in two days’ time. The place would have been mobbed.”
Harry grinned widely and he hugged Draco tightly. “I love you so much, Draco.”
Draco laughed. “Because I exploited our fourteen year old child and got everything off the list?”
Harry nodded seriously.
“How has our Lai been?” Draco asked worriedly.
“Still in bed. I think that cold might actually be a mild case of the flu.” Max said. “I’ve kept an ear out and the poor thing has been back and forth to the toilet several times.”
“Will Lai be better for Christmas?” Farren asked, perking up at the mention of his sick sibling.
“Christmas fever infects everyone, I’m sure even if Lai is still sick on Christmas day then it won’t upset that bubbly personality. You’ll see.”
Harry hoped that Max was right. He hated seeing any of his children sick, but his sweet little Lai had been down for a while now and though he knew it was likely just the onset of the flu that had been getting to his child, he had hated seeing his normally happy, bright and bubbly fourteen year old moping and shuffling around, vomiting every other day and sniffling with a bunged up nose and with red rimmed eyes. Max was on top of it though with perfectly timed Pepper-up potions and Harry hoped that they shifted whatever was ailing his little Lai before Christmas day arrived.
Nasta was home next with a gaggle of kids and he was grinning happily enough as he danced around all the excited kids all in scarves, hats and gloves.
“Did you pick up the Yorkshire puddings? I can’t believe that I actually forgot them when I did the food shop the other day.” Max asked almost desperately.
“Stop worrying, I got them.” Nasta assured him, bending over the kitchen island to plant a kiss smack on his lips.
“You’re freezing.” Max told him as he rushed to the kettle and set it to boiling as Draco helped the kids out of their thick coats and gloves.
“It is very cold outside. It’s snowing heavily now.”
Harry grinned as he remembered yesterday, where they had all swarmed the back garden, the six, four month olds all in brightly coloured snowsuits so they could see them clearly. They had made a dozen snowmen…most of them trying to imitate Olaf, they’d all made snow angels, two igloos and they’d had a massive snowball fight before they’d come inside to warm up with hot chocolate and, surprise surprise, yet another viewing of Frozen.
Max made everyone tea, before he finished off his last batch of cookies and cleaned up, before he started on making dinner. He was in his element now that he could focus purely on cooking and he was very happy. All they needed now was for Blaise to come home with Regan, Xabiere, Eva and Ave and Serra and Senna.
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When dinner time rolled around and Blaise and the kids still hadn’t come home, Harry started to get worried. He tried not to let it show, but every little noise from the other rooms and he turned to look at it, hoping that it was his mate and their six missing children coming home.
They were sitting through another session of Frozen and Harry was able to drown most of it out as he cuddled with Cyneric and Kallan on the settee. Both of his Faerie boys were asleep in one another’s arms on his right side, their tiny little feet pressed against his thigh.
“I’m going to go out and look for them.” Max said suddenly.
“You don’t even know where they are.” Draco hissed at him.
“It can’t hurt to just go out and check!” Max answered angrily.
“Stop arguing in the middle of the living room.” Harry told them both in the falsely calm way of his that stopped all of his mates short and made them duck for cover.
The distraction came in the form of Lai stumbling into the room, one hand on an unhappily gurgling belly that Harry could hear over the loud rendition of ‘Do you want to build a snowman?’ and a face as pale as the snow outside.
“What are you doing out of bed?” Nasta demanded as he stood up and picked their fourteen year old up gently, cradling Lai in his arms.
“I didn’t feel well, Daddy. I ran out of water, so I wanted to get some more.”
“I got it.” Max said as he left the room for the kitchen. Harry got the feeling that he just didn’t want to be in the same room as Frozen anymore. Then he had been watching it all day.
“Are you feeling better Lay-lay?” Loren asked. He was still wearing the Elsa dress that Max had made for him. They’d all shared a laugh over that as he danced around the room declaring that he was an ice Queen.
“Not really.” Lai answered weakly.
“The flu is nasty.” Max said as he came back into the room and handed Lai a glass of water. He shoved a massive hand over Lai’s tiny, pale forehead. He hummed thoughtfully. “You’re still a little warm, but you aren’t feverish, which is a good sign. It means the Pepper-ups are kicking in.”
Harry watched as Nasta cradled Lai as if their fourteen year old was still a baby. Lai didn’t complain once. In fact their fourteen year old looked far too queasy to so much as open an eye, let alone a mouth. He sighed. Lai was one of their sweetest, most well behaved children and would give anything to help someone else, likely the traits that had seen Lai sorted into Hufflepuff house with big brother Braiden, but seeing his baby so miserable and sick stabbed right through him, especially when Lai was usually so happy and energetic around this time of the year.
The floo in the other room flared up and Harry’s ears pricked for a sign of Blaise and their still missing kids, even though he knew Blaise had taken a car. To his surprise it was Blaise and the kids who came in through the living room door.
“Please tell me the car didn’t break down on you.” Max said.
“Worse.” Blaise said, looking very pale and shaken. “I hit a patch of black ice and crashed it into a lamppost.”
Harry leapt up and went sniffing his babies one by one, dragging whoever was closest to him into his arms until he was trying to hold all six of them together.
“We’re fine, Mum.” Regan said. “Dad took us straight to St Mungos even though we were all fine. He’s the one who broke his nose and is going to have black eyes for the next couple of days.”
It was Max who pulled Blaise into a comforting hug after hearing that piece of news, Nasta still having a lap full of Lai, but Max more than made up for it as he sat Blaise down and checked him over.
“I’ve seen a Healer, you aren’t going to find anything to help that they haven’t already done.” Blaise insisted. “Damn airbag is lethal! It almost took off my damn head. Why do Muggles use them?”
“If you hadn’t had the airbag, then your face would have hit the steering wheel.” Nasta told him seriously and Blaise winced harder.
“Are any of your necks or shoulders hurting?” Harry asked his children.
They all shook their heads. “We’re fine, Mummy.” Serra told him. “The Healers were all happy to let us go and the only one who got hurt was Daddy Blaise. We weren’t going very fast, we were on a corner.”
“Come and sit down.” Draco insisted as the gobsmacked kids all moved and shifted to allow their cold and shaken siblings to sit down on settees. It wasn’t every day that one of them were involved in an accident such as this.
“Oh, Re, you’re back. Thank god, Tegan’s been driving me mad.” Farren exclaimed happily as he came into the room with Sasha in tow. “What’s happened?” He asked as soon as he took a moment to take in the pale, worried faces and his Dad Max fussing over his Dad Blaise.
“They got into a car accident, Farren. That’s all.” Harry explained with more calm than he was currently feeling.
“Are you all, aright?” Sasha asked concernedly as it seemed Farren was frozen to the spot.
“Perfectly fine.” Ave said with a smile, her curly hair loose around her shoulders. “Daddy Blaise was hurt the worst, but he only had a broken nose, the Healers fixed it in minutes.”
“Tegan’s going to do her nut.” Mace groaned from where he was lounging on the floor.
“Let me call her.” Farren said.
Harry braced himself for the impact.
“Tegan!”
“What?” Came the muffled reply from further up in the house.
“Regan’s back! They’re so late because they got into a car accident!”
Harry smiled as he heard the faint groan from Regan behind him. Clattering on the stairs and Calix was the first one to come barrelling through the door, his face washed with fear and panic.
“Calm down, everyone’s just fine.” Harry assured him. “They hit a lamppost.”
“Did they get hurt?” Braiden asked as he darted in, Tegan and Leolin right behind him.
“No, no one is hurt. Your Dad Blaise will have black eyes for a few days, but that’s it.”
“Are you okay, Dad?” Leolin asked softly.
“I’m fine. Absolutely fine.” Blaise insisted. “I was the only one hurt and I was more worried about those lot.”
“So everyone’s fine?” Braiden reiterated.
“Absolutely fine.” Blaise said as he stood up from the settee. “We’re just hungry.” He said with a pleading look to Max, who laughed happily.
“I saved you all some dinner. Come on.”
Harry took a moment to breathe as he eased himself down from his feeling of panic. Five days before Christmas…he could have lost a mate and six babies five days before Christmas. Damn his heart couldn’t take this, he didn’t want to let go of any of his children and his hands ached to clench Braiden tighter to himself. His seventeen year old would be flying the nest soon. He just knew it.
“Mummy, put Frozen on again.” Loren begged him, his little dress still firmly on despite teasing from older brothers and sisters. Their five year old son didn’t care. He just didn’t care at all and he was adamant that he was going to be a Queen. Harry was bursting with pride for how strong his Loren was.
Harry groaned at the request and just like that everything was back to normal as he had several kids begging for Frozen to go back on from the beginning and his teenagers made a quick escape back upstairs to their rooms, or maybe even to the ‘teen’ lounge, Tegan holding on tight to Regan’s hand as she and Braiden escorted him upstairs. Lai was fast asleep on Nasta’s lap, being cuddled in an elevated position to help ease congestion and to help their little Lai breathe easier.
“That damn film is getting old, really fast.” Draco groaned. “Can’t we put something else on?”
Harry laughed. “Only if you suggest it.”
Draco looked from Harry to the massive horde of kids, chatting excitedly together, waiting for the film to start.
“I like my head where it is.” He said with a groan as he picked up a six year old Neave and sat her on his lap so she could watch Frozen again.
“I hope Blaise managed to get those shirts and those puzzles.” Harry mused out loud just before the film came on.
Draco looked at him and laughed quietly. “He better have or those black eyes will be the least of his problems.”
Harry turned to Draco and he grinned. Surrounded by his children and with Serra and Senna sat on one side of him and his still sleeping Faerie boys on the other side, he settled down to pretend to watch Frozen again, when in actuality, he was mentally running through everything that he still needed to do before Christmas Day.
It was a very long list and he was going to be very busy in these next few days now. He just hoped that the pain and sickness eased off, just for a few days, his hips hadn’t stopped aching since he was about three months pregnant and now four months after giving birth, it was starting to grate on him a little. Though he could have easily handled the pain, he could have ignored it and grit his teeth and just carried on his day to day in looking after his beautiful, wonderful children…if it wasn’t hand in hand with almost daily bouts of vomiting. The pain he could handle, it was the sickness that he couldn’t deal with. He sucked in a deep breath and he wished fervently that he started getting better now…how much longer could this carry on? And more importantly, how much more of it could he actually take? He sighed heavily and pushed it to the back of his mind. He’d worry about all of that now after Christmas, his children came first in everything. His lingering pain and sickness from his pregnancy and birth would have to wait.
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A/N: Merry Christmas, lovelies! I hope you’ve all enjoyed this little slice of life for the guys and I hope that all of you with children can appreciate the subject matter as I have actually seen kids being told off for grabbing Frozen stuff off the shelf and begging for them or trying to put them into shopping trolleys. The worst is the Frozen celebration cake by far!
Of course I had to add just a touch of sombre melancholy with the crash that Blaise had. Accidents do happen, so please be careful, lovelies!
I’ll see you all soon, I’ll be updating the Black Heir in a week for you all, to celebrate the coming of the New Year, but until then,
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