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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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Chapter List
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Set in October 2005
Braiden – 8
Quintuplets – 7 (Leolin on par with 4)
Eva and Ave – 6
Taren – 5, 8 months
Lai – 5
Xabiere – 3
Mace and Evie – 2, 11 months
Mollie – 2, 6 months
Quadruplets – 19 months
A Not so Scary Party
Max was in his creative element as he applied fake blood to Braiden’s little chin. His oldest son could barely keep still in his excitement and he kept bouncing, causing Max to blob fake blood over his neck and up his cheek with the applicator sponge, which he then had to wipe off, leaving behind faint pinking stains.
“Come on, love. Stand still.” He chided with a grin.
“I can’t, Dad! This is the first Halloween party we’ve ever had!”
Max smiled sadly and he finished doing Braiden’s make-up and straightened his cape. The reason they’d never had a Halloween party before had been because Harry didn’t celebrate Halloween. Both of his parents had been murdered on Halloween night and his life had changed drastically this night twenty-four years ago. His beautiful submissive mate had spent the next fifteen years being abused, neglected and almost tortured by those who were supposed to have loved and cared for him. Now at twenty-five, Harry still took the time to remember his parents. Max understood his need to do so. He couldn’t imagine never having known his Mum or his Dads, so he did his best to support Harry, even if it was just keeping the kids busy so that he could reflect on his own in peace.
“Is Mum going to be okay?” Farren asked concernedly.
“He’s alright.” Max insisted. “He’s going to go to sleep and we’ll see him in the morning.”
“What if we’re too loud or he needs a drink?” Calix asked as he looked up at the ceiling.
Max laughed. “The bedroom is warded so he won’t be able to hear a thing and he has a jug of pumpkin juice with him. Your Mum is going to be just fine. Just enjoy yourselves. He tells you every year to enjoy yourselves, so do as your Mother says, he knows best.”
“Are we all done in here?” Blaise poked his head in to look at them. He had their two year old little girl, Mollie, jutted on his hip sucking on a biscuit. Her ripped and fake blooded dress was already stained with jam.
“Have you finished the decorations, can we see?” Ave asked excitedly, flapping her arms, making the bat wings she was wearing stretch out menacingly.
“We’ve finished, come on.”
Blaise held his hand out for Ave and she latched on and skipped next to him as he led them out of the downstairs bathroom and into the living room, the double doors thrown open to link both the living room to the much larger family room.
Max whistled lowly. “You outdid yourselves.” He said with a chuckle.
The two rooms were decorated lavishly and way over the top with lots of black and orange, dark purple and green. One of his old cauldrons was filled with goopy, lumpy ‘blood’ that was made from flour, syrup and food colouring, there were wrapped presents hidden within it for the children to reach in and find. There were, incredibly lifelike, bats hanging from the ceiling that would flap their wings now and then and screech and the lights had been dimmed slightly, making the edges of the room harder to see, which was perfect as there was what looked like real cobwebs dangling from the ceiling, stretching the span of the wall, all the way to the floor, making thick webs in the top and bottom corners of each room. In one there was a thick legged, hairy, swollen spider that reared up and bared two shiny pincers and clicked angrily at regular intervals.
“That’s disgusting!” Eva cried. “Daddy, make it stop!”
“It’s not real, Eva.” Nasta assured her. “That’s your Mother’s work. He spent a lot of time making, painting and charming it himself last week.”
“It’s horrible.”
“You are such a girly-girl.” Max teased, hefting his daughter up and dangling her over his shoulder, the skirt of her ‘mad princess’ dress falling down and revealing the seat of her black and green striped tights.
“Nuh-uh!” Eva denied. “Braiden doesn’t like spiders either. Remember he fell off his chair and spilt his drink over Granddad Myron when he saw the spider on the wall.”
“It startled me, that’s all!” Braiden tried to refute.
“No, you were scared!”
“Stop it the both of you and have a biscuit.” Blaise insisted, handing out two biscuits, one orange and in the shape of a pumpkin and the other white in the shape of a Muggle ghost.
“These are Mum’s biscuits!” Braiden declared happily after taking a bite.
“He made a massive batch last night.” Max said with a smile as there was a sudden rush for the serving plate of biscuits. He righted Eva and put her on the floor so that she wouldn’t choke on her biscuit and watched adoringly as she rushed off.
“He’s not going to be here tonight, but he wanted to make sure that you all knew that he does care about you and he is sort of here in everything that he’s done for your party.” Nasta told the kids as they all grabbed a biscuit each.
“Does…does he get very upset?” Calix asked with a worried frown.
“Not overly much, love. He’ll just be sitting up and looking through old photos. You’ve all seen them before. He doesn’t remember much, but he likes thinking about what he does remember and what he does know. It makes him feel better.” Nasta explained. “Now. We have no less than nine music CDs that you kids have made. Your Dad Blaise has put them into a random order and they will be played in that order, okay?”
The kids all nodded, still munching through their biscuits.
“Look who’s all dressed up and ready for their first Halloween party.”
Max looked over to Draco walking in a quartet of ‘scary’ black cats who were crawling into the room in front of him. Their nineteen month old quadruplets Ceri, Jason, Ethan and Saeth looked adorable and Max couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out. The four were only allowed to stay at the party for an hour before they had to be tucked up into bed, but none of them had felt right denying them their first taste of Halloween, they’d only been seven months old last Halloween and they’d spent it sleeping.
The quadruplets were their youngest children at nineteen months and Harry had yet to have a heat period since birthing them, but as he’d given birth to quadruplets, they had expected the very welcome break.
“Oh my little kittens!” Max cooed. “You look adorable!”
“Dada Ma!” Ceri, the oldest and most forward of the four, reared back on his knees and lifted his arms up.
Max stooped down and hefted his son up, kissing his little mouth, making sure not to smear the little pink painted nose or the black lines meant to be whiskers.
“You are an adorable little kitten, yes you are!” Max cooed as he tickled a little belly wrapped in a black cat onesie, complete with ‘paws’ and an eared hood.
“Dad, can I hold one of the babies?” Tegan asked.
“Of course, just be careful with them.” Nasta encouraged as the seven year old Tegan hefted up one of her baby brothers.
“He’s getting heavy.” She complained as she heaved the little lump dressed as a cat over her shoulder with a frown.
“That’s because he’s your Dad Max’s.” Blaise snorted. “His babies put on more weight more quickly than the others.”
Max put Ceri back down when he squirmed and kicked out before he flicked the back of Blaise’s head before pulling him into a deep kiss amid squeals and groans of disgust. The two of them laughed, though Max’s eyes widened when Blaise licked his lips slowly and suggestively, making sure that he was watching first.
“You are getting it tonight, my love.” He bent to whisper into Blaise’s ear.
Blaise only laughed and danced away from him, setting out more snacks and drinks on the table, all clearly labelled ready for their guests.
“Daddy!”
“Oh there is my sweet little honey! How are you baby girl?”
“Don’t call me that!” Lai demanded furiously.
“Sorry, sweetness.”
“Don’t call me that either! I’m not sweet! I am not honey! Honey is food for bees!”
Max laughed deeply and kissed the pale cheek of their tenth child.
“Go and grab a biscuit, baby.” He said, putting Lai back on the floor.
The five year old ran off to the table and snatched a biscuit and Max shook his head at the costumed horde of kids running around.
A little kitten crawled past his feet and he couldn’t help cooing as he bent down to snatch Saeth from the floor.
Their youngest little boy screeched in delight as Max hefted him up.
“Hello?” Someone called out. “Your door was open?”
“Come on in, Rachel!” Max called out as a woman poked her head into the living room with two little ghouls attached to her hands.
She laughed. “This is amazing! You guys are outdoing yourselves.”
“This is nothing.” Max insisted. At least not to a wizard that was, but all of their neighbours were Muggle. Most of their neighbours were Muggles, he corrected. There was a new family on the other side of the neighbourhood who were magical. They hadn’t had much contact with them yet.
“Hey there Joseph, Jake. Why don’t you two go through to the fun room?” Max insisted as he tried to hold onto his wriggling kitten. “All the kids are in there…well, most of them are.” Max corrected as four little ones came toddling into the room, chasing a black balloon covered in cobwebs.
“This one is…Saeth? Yes?” Rachel asked as she wiggled her fingers at the nineteen month old in Max’s arms.
“Yep, here, can you hold him a minute? I’ve got to go and stop my daughters from murdering one another.” Max handed Saeth over and dashed to Eva and Ave, who’d got her hands on one of her tennis rackets and was aiming a blow at Eva’s body.
Max snatched the racket and hefted Ave up with his other arm, taking her into the kitchen for a time out.
“She called me stupid!” Ave insisted to him angrily as she tried to break his hold on her body.
“I don’t care what Eva called you, Ave, you do not try to hit her, especially not with a tennis racket!” Max told his six year old daughter seriously. “You stay here for six minutes.”
Max busied himself with making and preparing the last of the sandwiches and snacks as more neighbours and their children arrived. They’d invited everyone from their neighbourhood and all of the children and their siblings from their children’s classes. Not all of them were going to come, but still, they were going to be pretty busy and their house full to bursting tonight.
“Daddy Max!”
“What do you want, Taren?” Max asked.
“This is my friend, Brody!” Taren introduced. “He plays with me at school. I told you my Dad was a giant, Brody!”
Max laughed as he looked down at the little five year olds. Brody was gaping at him through wide brown eyes and Max hunched down and held out two biscuits.
“Here you go boys. Go and play.”
Taren giggled and ran back into the other room, holding hands with and tugging Brody after him.
Max went to Ave and he finished off her time out and sent her on her way sans tennis racket.
“No more hitting and you leave your sister alone!” He called out after her bobbing chestnut curls.
“How are you doing?” Nasta asked.
Max huffed and dragged Nasta into a kiss.
“There are too many knee high munchkins running around and half of them are ours!”
“We haven’t had any more in a while.” Nasta said.
“Am I the only one who’s thinking that we’re overdue for some more little hell raisers?”
“No. If Harry’s behaviour is any indication he’ll be having a heat period soon.” Nasta answered.
“A dry heat or two and then pregnant for the New Year and a new baby for Spring.” Max grinned.
“I’ve enjoyed the break while we had it and I know that Harry has too.”
Max nodded. “We all have, especially with our four boys still being so little, but even they’re starting to get up on their feet more and they’re getting better with their words.”
“Da. Bickit.”
The two of them turned to smile at Leolin, who had wanted to be a butterfly for the party. They’d told him that Halloween was for scary things and that butterflies weren’t scary, but their almost eight year old son hadn’t cared. He’d been stubborn and adamant that he would be a butterfly, so what else could they do? Naturally, they’d dressed him up as a butterfly.
“You want a biscuit? What do you say?” Max encouraged.
“Pease!” Leolin insisted, his bright gold eyes massively wide and pleading.
Nasta chuckled and picked up a special biscuit that Harry had made just for Leolin. It was in the shape of a butterfly and Leolin screeched so happily when he saw it, reaching out with both of his hands to take it.
“Thankies!” He said before trotting off, his biscuit clutched in his little hands.
Max chuckled. “I love that kid so much.” He told Nasta. “We should make another one.”
“I don’t think Harry would agree with you. Remember Leolin after his birth? All the dangers and hospital visits over the years. All the near misses and the times we’ve almost lost him? No, I think Leolin will be our only Faerie child and sometimes, I fervently hope that he is.” Nasta said sadly.
Max groaned. “I suppose you have a point. I guess we just have to enjoy him while he’s this little and this cute. How was Harry? You saw him last.”
“He’s fine. He’s sat in bed with his photo albums. You and Draco will have a fit though, he took some biscuits up with him.” Nasta said with a grin.
“If I find a single crumb in that bed…” Max mock threatened. “You know I can’t sleep if there’s a single crumb on the sheets.”
“I know, Princess. I’ll sort it out when we go up to bed, I promise.” Nasta laughed, slipping his arms around Max’s waist and kissing the underside of his jaw.
“First Blaise, now you. I swear you all want a piece of me tonight.”
“We always want a piece of you.” Nasta said quietly before groping Max’s bum. “This piece.”
Max laughed as Nasta winked at him and went into the family room. He sorted out the rest of the food and carried the plates and bowls into the family room and he caught Blaise in a corner and snogged him.
“You pushed me into one of those gross cobwebs of Harry’s!” He complained, shivering and brushing himself down self-consciously.
“They’re not real.” Max insisted, even as he helped Blaise brush away the fake strands of web.
“That doesn’t mean that I want them on me.”
“Sorry, love. Come here.”
Max cuddled Blaise to make him feel better, kissing his forehead while one hand pushed through the long, layered black hair.
“Daddy! Calix put snot on me!” A five year old tearful Lai interrupted, holding out a tiny, pale arm.
“Calix!” Max called out angrily, leaving Blaise to take Lai to the bathroom to wash the skinny little arm and hand while he stalked down Calix, who was in the process of tricking a three year old Xabiere, dressed as a dragon which had amused them to no end, into handing over his little dinosaur toy.
“Stop what you’re doing.” He ordered.
“Daddy, I just….”
“No. I saw what you were doing to your brother and I know what you did to Lai. Corner in the kitchen, now. Seven minutes.”
“It was an accident! I didn’t mean to sneeze on Lay-lay!”
“And taking Xabiere’s toy?”
Calix scowled. “I like dinosaurs.”
“That doesn’t mean you take Xabiere’s toys from him. Corner, now Calix.”
Calix stomped off and Max pointed him out to Nasta, who nodded and followed him. Max hunched down and held Xabiere to his chest. He kissed his three year old son and made sure that he was alright.
“Callie was taking Saur from me.” Xabie sniffled.
“I saw him trying to take your dinosaur.” Max said softly. “If he, or anyone, tries to take it again then you come right to me or any of us.”
“‘Kay, Daddy.” Xabiere rubbed his eyes and Max dried his face with the palm of his hand and sent his three year old waddling off in his dragon costume, his tail dragging behind him.
“You have your hands full.” A man laughed.
Max stood up and shook his head, greeting the man with a strong handshake and a grin.
“Tell me about it. Sometimes I think eighteen children is far too much…other times I wake up and I want more and chide myself that eighteen is nowhere near enough. I’m Max, welcome.”
“I’m John. I think my kid’s in the class of one of yours or something, I don’t know, I wasn’t listening when my Wife told me I had to bring Lori here.”
Max laughed. “Yeah, Lori is in class with our oldest girl, Tegan.”
“You said you had eighteen?” John whistled. “Do you have a harem of women or something?”
“Something like that. There are five of us, but we’re all men.” Max said without shame. “We use surrogates to get our children, but we’re all they’ve ever known. The surrogate has no legal claim or genetic tie to any of them.”
John had gone pale at Max’s words. “I…you’re all men?”
“Yeah, you got a problem with that?” Max asked, twisting slightly and he saw John’s eyes flick to his bulging biceps.
“No. No, my… my Wife’s sister has a friend who’s in a relationship with another woman, but five of you? Really?”
“Yeah. Me and Nasta, Blaise, Draco and Harry.”
Nasta came over, almost as tall as he was, just as muscled, and they both towered over poor John.
“Sorry to interrupt, but what did you do with those fruit skewers, Max? I can’t find them.” Nasta asked.
“They’re in the fridge, love.” Max told him.
“I’ve looked in the fridge, they’re not there.”
“I’m telling you I put them in the damn fridge.”
Nasta scoffed and went back into the kitchen to find the spooky fruit skewers he’d made using honeydew melon and grapes shaped into severed fingers.
“Nasta is health crazy.” He told John. “The only way we could convince him to allow so many sweets, chocolate and cakes in one room with the children was to balance it out with fruit.”
“He…he’s nearly the same size as you.” John said.
Max laughed. “Not all gay couples are big muscle guys paired with little twinks. Harry’s the shortest and he’s five foot five, but Nas is six foot six, Draco is six foot five and Blaise is six foot three.”
“So…so Harry’s the guy that…uh…never mind.”
Max laughed loudly. “No. No definitely not. That’s a common misconception, that the littlest guy is the one always receiving or he’s the only one who receives. We all give and receive in equal measure and it’s amazing.” Max winked at the poor red faced man.
“Dada!” Mace came pelting over to him and Max bent and scooped him up, holding the almost three year old tightly.
“What’s happened, Mace?” He asked, looking his child over and subtly sniffing him for injury.
“Scary.” Mace sniffled.
“What’s scary?” Max asked, settling his little boy on his arm and feeling little arms wrapped around his neck as Mace burrowed in.
Mace turned and pointed to the spider in the corner and Max sighed. Harry had told them that it was based off of a real Acromantula, one of the ones he had ran into in the forest of Hogwarts when he’d been just twelve. Really his submissive had been adorably dense and had had a death wish as a child.
“It’s not real, Mace. Your Mum made it for you.”
“I want Mummy.”
“He’s upstairs, love. He doesn’t like Halloween. How about I get you a lollipop instead?”
Mace considered him for a moment before he nodded.
“Blaise! One lollipop for Mace!” He called out over the music. It helped that he could see over the heads of every single person there, especially as most of them were children down by his knees somewhere.
“What happened?” Blaise asked, coming over with the large bucket of chocolate lollipops, as Nasta would absolutely not allow the boiled sugar lollies to be handed out.
“He caught sight of the spider.”
“I told Harry that it was too realistic for a kids’ party.” Blaise grumbled as he unwrapped the lolly and handed it to Mace, who jammed it right into his mouth.
“Can I have a lolly too?” A small little girl asked. She wasn’t one of their own, but she smiled sweetly, which was at odds as she was dressed as a little devil.
“Of course you can.” Max said brightly.
Blaise unwrapped the lolly and handed it to the little girl, putting the foil back into the bucket. The girl giggled and ran off.
Max shifted Mace’s weight and pulled Blaise into a kiss.
“Have the quads gone to bed?” He asked him.
Blaise nodded. “Yeah. Draco’s taken them up. He’s going to look in on Harry too.”
“We’re going to get going. Wonderful party.” One of their neighbours told them, holding a half asleep little girl in her arms.
“Thanks for coming, Charlene.” Max said with a smile, holding a hand out for her to shake. “I hope Gemma enjoyed herself.”
“Oh, she more than did. She’s barely hanging on.” Charlene laughed looking at her daughter. “Thanks for helping me and Darren to get her to sleep tonight.”
“Our pleasure.” Blaise said with a smile. “Don’t forget to grab a party bag on the way out, they’re by the door.”
Charlene nodded with a smile and she made her way carefully through the running, laughing mass of children with her daughter, Gemma, sleeping on her shoulder.
A balloon popped when an older boy tripped and fell on it and Mace flinched and several children cried out in surprise.
“It was just a balloon, Mace. Come on, you’re alright.” Max soothed gently.
Mace nodded and he yawned. “I’m tired, Dada.”
“It is getting a bit late.”
“Pass him here, I’ll take him, Evie and Mollie up to bed.”
“Where’s Leolin?”
Blaise looked around as Max was doing and their heart’s missed a beat when they didn’t immediately see their Faerie son.
“Nasta! Leolin?” Max called out.
Nasta smiled and lifted the edge of the tablecloth he was stood beside and a curled up little boy in a butterfly costume was sleeping underneath it with three others, none of them theirs. The two of them let out relieved sighs.
“Right, come on, Mace. Let’s get you into your nice pyjamas and into bed.”
“Story?” Mace asked, even as he yawned widely.
“Sure, how about one about pirates?” Blaise asked.
Mace’s eyes widened. “Yes! Yes, Dada Blay! Piates! Do they have a parrot?”
“What sort of question is that?” Blaise teased. “Of course the pirates have a parrot!”
Mace giggled and wrapped around Blaise’s neck tightly. “Vee-vee! Story!” Mace called out to his twin.
Blaise stooped and picked up the green faced zombie that ran at him. “Come on, Evie, Mollie. We need to get you three washed and into bed with a pirate story.”
“Piates!” Evie cheered. “Do they have a big ship and teasure?”
“They have an absolutely ginormous ship and lots and lots of treasure!” Blaise told them. “Mollie! Come on, sweetheart.”
Their two and a half year old miracle girl wobbled her way over to Blaise and held her hands up, her blood stained gown was covered in smeared chocolate, along with her face, there was jam, crumbs and there was even a wet, pale orange stain from pumpkin juice.
“Want Pincess story.” Mollie insisted.
“How about the pirates take a Princess hostage and she escapes to become a mermaid?” Blaise compromised.
Mollie cheered and Blaise picked her up and hefted the three, two year olds into his arms with a groan. He murmured to them a little more as he left the room to go up the stairs with them to get them ready for bed.
Max shook his head and laughed. “Those two are obsessed with pirates and Mollie has to have a Princess in everything.”
John remained quiet, curled away from Max as if he were contagious. Max chose to ignore him and his silence and he instead went over to Nasta and subtly brushed his hand over the crotch of his jeans. Nasta growled lowly.
“Be very, very careful.” Nasta warned him under his breath. “You might just find yourself waylaid on the way to the bedroom and bent over one of the guest beds.”
“Tease.” Max murmured, bending forward to grab a kiss.
Nasta chuckled. “I’m not a tease, Caru. I fully intend to follow through with my words.”
Max groaned and squeezed himself through his trousers.
“You really are a tease.”
Nasta laughed deeply. “You’re too easy to wind up.”
“I might repay you in kind one day soon!”
“You already tried that, Max. It backfired on you.” Nasta winked at him and left Max with a tingle running through his groin and a groan falling from his lips.
“It’s been two days! You can’t leave me for longer than two days!” He complained.
“Are you really talking about that here?!” Draco demanded.
Max grinned and turned around and pulled Draco into his arms.
“How about…”
“No.” Draco said automatically, removing Max’s hands from his body. “If you can’t wait until the kids are in bed, then no.”
Max grinned. “But once they’re in bed…?” He trailed off happily.
“You’re terrible.” Draco scowled before striding off into the kitchen.
Max laughed and he sat himself down with a groan in a circle of kids and he happily played games with them. He was making a fool of himself if the laughter he could hear from the other parents was any indication, but he couldn’t have cared less if he’d tried as Regan climbed his back like a tree and popped out over his shoulder.
“I love you, Dad.” He said.
Max smiled adoringly at his seven year old son and he hefted him over his shoulder and into his lap, giving him a small tickle to voracious giggles.
“I love you too, Regan baby.”
He played a few more games, they lost a couple more guests as their children fell asleep and all but dropped on their feet, the younger children first. Their own children were shepherded off to bed, leaving just their oldest eight to run around, scoffing sweets and chocolate, nibbling fruit and playing games. Max watched with a grin as Braiden and two other boys all plunged their hands into the cauldron of goo and rooted around, almost up to their elbows, for wrapped presents. They emerged victorious, dripping the red goo onto the carpet.
“Damon! Be careful.” A woman chastised.
“It’s okay. We pre-treated the floors ready for tonight.” Max waved away. “It’ll dry and vacuum right out.” He lied easily. A simple spell after their guests had gone and this entire room, stains and all, would vanish as if it had never been there.
“Oh…you’re sure?” The woman asked.
“Absolutely. With so many kids we needed a tough carpet to be able to stand up to them. A bit of pre-treatment every now and then and anything and everything will come out when it’s vacuumed.”
Tegan came running into the room with Eva and Ave and two other girls following her. Tegan was a born leader, Max thought proudly as he watched her organise her sisters and the other two girls into doing what she wanted easily and as naturally as breathing. She really was going to be a force to be reckoned with when she was older.
“Hi, Daddy!” One little girl called out, waving to a man standing awkwardly in a group of other men who looked just as uncomfortable. Max was amused to see that it was the man he’d been talking to earlier, John. This must have been his daughter, Lori.
“Ten minutes, Lori, then we need to go. You need a bath before bed.” He said.
“Aw. Can’t I stay over?” She begged.
“It’s not polite to ask such things, Lori.”
“It’s no problem if she does want to stay over.” Nasta insisted. “We can move the girls around so that Tegan and Lori will have their own room together.”
“I…no, she better not. Her Mum will be wanting her home.”
Nasta nodded understandingly, but Max could see Draco going pink. They all knew what this was about and it wasn’t about Lori’s Mum wanting her home. It was because John had found out that they were five men living together. Hopefully the fact that he’d stayed so long afterwards meant that he just needed to get his head around the idea and that he wouldn’t take out his issues on the kids by forcing them into this fight and telling them they couldn’t play together. Parents who demanded that their children stay away from other children, their friends, just because the parents had an issue with one another really grated on Max’s nerves, there was entirely no need for it and if John and his Wife had a problem with them because they happened to be a gay harem of five, then fine, he wouldn’t be the first, nor the last, but there was no reason why Tegan and Lori couldn’t still be friends despite it.
“I think we need to wrap up, kids.” Nasta called out with a smile. “Us adults get tired and need to be in bed too!” He added when it looked like he was going to be mobbed. Instead he got giggles and laughs. “Don’t forget your party bags!”
“This was the best party ever!” One of Braiden’s friends, Damon, told his Mum as he looked at the toy he’d unwrapped from the cauldron, a half-eaten biscuit in his other hand.
“Can I have ‘nother biscuit?” One of the youngest boys still there asked Max shyly.
Max smiled softly at him and he touched the grey streaked hair.
“Of course you can.” He said as he stood up and got the plate from the table. All the biscuits at the front were gone, nabbed by little hands, but those at the back, those that the smaller kids couldn’t easily reach on their own, we’re still left.
He held the plate down and the sweet little boy took a ‘monster’ shaped biscuit and smiled at him.
“Thank you.” He said quietly before hurrying back to his Mother, who was smiling, dewy eyed at her son.
Just over ten minutes later and they were alone. Several party bags remaining that their own children laid claim to and a wrecked house, lots of leftover biscuits and sweets and stains and spills all over the floor.
“Merlin, I’m glad we can get rid of all this with a wave of a wand.” He laughed as he took in the damage.
Blaise, who had crawled under the table, emerged carefully with Leolin snuggled in his arms. He smiled as he gazed down at their sleeping Faerie son.
“He is out of it.” Blaise told them with a laugh.
“Get him off to bed, he can have his bath in the morning.” Nasta said, coming over to lay a kiss on Leolin’s cheek. “Tegan sweetheart, come on, get ready for your bath.”
Tegan hopped up and took control of her siblings, grabbing Regan’s hand and pulling him up to his feet.
“Calix, come on.” She ordered.
“I think if we do this in groups it’ll be easier. Eva, Ave and Tegan on the first floor, Farren and Braiden on the second and then Regan and Calix on this floor.” Max said.
“You heard your Dad.” Nasta called out. “Girls with me, on the first floor. Braiden, Farren, you two with your Dad Max on the second. Draco, can you take Regan and Calix?”
“Sure, come on boys.” Draco put a hand on both of their shoulders and steered them into the bathroom just outside the smaller family room.
“I’m going to get this guy to bed and check on Harry, then I’ll come down and start the cleaning.” Blaise said as he shifted Leolin and made his way up the stairs.
Max took Farren, who at nearly eight years old was very tall and bulky, and the more slender, smaller Braiden up two flights of stairs and into the bathroom on this floor.
“We can bathe ourselves!” Braiden insisted stubbornly as Max plugged the bath and ran the hot tap.
“Alright, alright.” Max said, holding his hands up. “I’ll just be sat here.” He said as he put the lid on the toilet down and sat himself on it as the boys stripped themselves off and climbed into the bath.
They played for a bit and laughed together while he watched them while making it seem like he wasn’t, as Braiden would snap at him if he caught him.
Max and the others were considering giving Braiden a little bit more independence by allowing him to bathe alone, by himself. He was getting more and more outspoken and embarrassed by bathing with someone watching him, so they thought that it was time to leave him alone, but Harry was naturally very apprehensive and it was one of his firm, non-negotiable rules that none of them were to even leave the room if there were children in the bath, not even for a minute.
After he was growled at for the second time for being caught looking in the same direction as his two sons, Max swore that he’d bring up this issue again. Braiden obviously wanted to bathe alone and he was mature enough to be allowed the option of bathing alone if it was what he truly wanted and it seemed that he did as he washed his own hair and his own body and then climbed out, demanding that he look the other way as he wrapped himself in a towel.
Farren wasn’t as obvious in his dislike of being supervised while bathing as Braiden was, but being bigger and bulkier, he disliked sharing baths and he didn’t much like being supervised either.
Max sighed as he led the two boys to their separate bedrooms to get dressed and had the door closed in his face both times. He just had to accept that his children were getting older and they were growing up. They wanted their space, they wanted their independence and they had to let them have it so that they could grow.
He peeked in on the younger children, all of them were fast asleep and he took the time to tuck them in, giving them a soft kiss to their little cheeks. At least they still needed him, still appreciated him being there for them. He sighed and let it go. They were there to raise their children to adulthood, to be wonderful, caring, kind people and they were going to do so, even if that meant letting them go, giving them a longer line in which to stretch themselves out and flourish. It was painful, it felt like someone was sliding a knife between his ribs, but it was a part of parenthood. He wanted to crush his children to his chest, in his arms, but he knew that in order for them to become adults themselves, he had to let them go and it hurt.
“Merlin’s balls, this shit is fucked up.” He groaned to himself.
“What is?” Blaise asked, taking more food into the kitchen to put it into storage.
“Braiden and Farren, they didn’t want to share a bath and they really didn’t want me there with them. They need to start bathing on their own.”
Blaise gave him a look. “I was thinking the same. I’m sure that I was bathing alone at eight years old. Mother might have had our old elf watching me while invisible for a small time, I’ve never asked, but I believed that I was alone and that gave me confidence and a feeling of independence and trust. We need to beat Harry down about this. Braiden is eight years old and the quintuplets are only two months away from eight. Merlin, Braiden is going to be going to Hogwarts in just three years. What are we going to do, floo over every time he has a bath in school and watch him? He needs this small touch of independence now, so that he’ll be happier in a boarding school without us.”
Max sighed and scrubbed a hand through his short hair. “I know.” He shook his head. “We’ll give it a few days. I don’t want to upset him after tonight. He’ll be upset enough as it is. Braiden might bring it up again himself anyway, we just need to back him up when he does.”
“I think Eva and Ave at six are too young to be left alone, but Braiden and our quintuplets, obviously excluding Leolin, are old enough and responsible enough to bathe themselves. They’re coming to resent us for holding them back, that’s why Braiden is so frustrated with being forced to put up with supervision. He doesn’t need it.”
“Who doesn’t need what?” Nasta asked as he joined them, wand jutting out of his jeans pocket ready to remove the decorations and spills.
“Braiden and Farren were not happy to being forced to share a bath and put up with me being there.”
Nasta grunted and scratched at his chin, which was already growing stubble despite him shaving before the party.
“I keep telling Harry that the older kids need to be bathing alone. It goes without saying that Leolin cannot be included in this, but there is no reason at all that the other five cannot bathe alone and unsupervised. Braiden is starting to kick off more about it and Tegan wasn’t very happy either. She was washing herself and her hair fine, but all Eva and Ave wanted was to play and it was annoying her. She is getting older, she needs her own space.”
“Then we tell Harry.” Draco answered, walking in to join them. “Regan was particularly vocal about not only sharing a bath with Calix, who didn’t seem to care, but about me sat watching him. They’re too old for this.”
“Then we’re agreed. We’ll browbeat Harry into agreeing. Seven and a half is the age which they should be given a taste of the independence and responsibility of bathing themselves and keeping themselves clean. They brush their teeth themselves, wash their faces in the morning themselves, they dress themselves and I’m sure that they’re capable of bathing themselves in the evenings too.” Nasta said. “We leave it a few days though. He needs his space at this difficult time.”
“With the four of us and the kids on him, he’ll have to agree, even if he does sit outside the bathroom door for the first couple of weeks.” Blaise smiled.
“I think the kids could live with that compromise for a while.” Max agreed.
Nasta took charge then and he waved his wand and all the spilt and crushed crisps and biscuits vanished from the carpet.
Max joined him and soon enough all the food had been stored safely, the decorations had been removed, though Blaise had kept Harry’s very realistic spider and he’d put it in a box to go up in the attic along with the Christmas decorations.
They were done within an hour and all four of them collapsed into a heap on the settee they’d just moved back into its usual position.
“Damn I’m tired.” Max complained.
“Today was a little packed.” Nasta agreed, slipping his arm around Draco’s neck and pulling him in to cuddle.
“A little? I’ve never seen so many kids in all my life. Not even at a Maddison party.” Blaise complained as he cheekily made himself comfortable over the laps of all three of them. “Merlin, Draco, move your knee a little, I thought only Harry had those knobbly, stabby knees.”
“It’s your fault for lying all over us like we’re carpeting.” Draco groused, even as he moved his legs so that Blaise would be more comfortable.
Max, who had Blaise’s upper body and head in his considerable lap, started playing with Blaise’s hair and face, running gentle fingertips over his skin and over his scalp.
“Oh, that feels nice.” Blaise groaned happily.
Nasta chuckled and he pushed Blaise’s shoes off and started massaging his feet.
“That feels doubly nice.” He all but purred.
It was getting late and the four of them were tired after the day they’d had. The kids had all been up past their usual bedtimes and were likely flat out by now and the four of them felt like joining them.
The decision was made for them when Blaise started snoring lightly and Max chuckled, bending forward to press a kiss to the slightly open mouth. He shifted Blaise into his arms and picked him up.
“I think it’s time we got to bed.” Nasta told the others, standing up himself and stretching. “We have to be up with the quads at half six and Leolin will be awake not too long afterwards.”
Max led the way up the stairs and into their bedroom, letting Draco open the door for him so that he could duck inside quietly with Blaise in his arms.
A little lump in the dead centre of the large bed informed them of where Harry was and that he was sleeping. His album was on top of the covers, telling them without words that Harry had fallen asleep while looking at it.
“He’s been crying.” Nasta sighed as he checked on Harry, gently wiping his submissive’s face free of the dried tear tracks.
“He asked my Dad last week if he’d thought that his parents would have loved the children.” Max sighed. “This Halloween more than any other seems to have hit him harder.”
“We’ll make him feel better now over the next few days.” Draco whispered.
Max nodded as he carefully put Blaise down and stripped him down to just his boxers before tucking him into the bed behind Harry, who made a soft noise in sleep, but didn’t move as Blaise subconsciously slipped right up behind Harry and slipped an arm around his belly.
“They’re too cute.” Max gushed exaggeratedly.
“Be quiet or you’ll wake them. They won’t be cute at all then.” Draco groused.
The three of them stripped and climbed into the bed and Max happily pressed himself against Blaise’s back, slipping an arm over him and Harry sandwiched in the middle. His hand was brushed by Nasta’s and in a show of soppy romanticism, they laced their fingers together and held hands over all three of their other mates.
Max yawned quietly and settled himself down after the busy day. Their house was back to normal, their eighteen children were all asleep in bed and they would comfort and cheer up Harry tomorrow, when he was awake. Max wondered if breakfast in bed would help make Harry feel better and he prepared himself to get up early with the quads to make breakfast for his four other mates to serve in bed while he sorted out their children.
It had been a good Halloween, though they wouldn’t know if Harry was alright until tomorrow morning. If he had cried it all out of his system then he would be absolutely fine tomorrow and he’d be dancing around as if nothing had ever happened. If it had been a bad night and he was feeling worse than he usually did then he would be quiet, very quiet and he would be dazed and spacey as he got lost in thought. It was painful for all of them to see Harry like that, knowing as they did that they couldn’t give him the one thing he truly wanted, his parents back.
Max fell asleep with these troubling thoughts filling his mind, but with a plan to make it better if he could, in any way that he could. He would make Harry feel better and he would help keep their children’s spirits high after their first Halloween party. All too soon it would be Christmas and with the New Year came the prospect of a new child. It had been too long since they’d had a new baby in the family. The thought made him smile softly as he slipped off to sleep.
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A/N: Happy Halloween, lovelies! I hope you and your fur babies are all safe and sound tonight. I’ve got all of mine covered and locked in, just in case.
I picked a year at random this time and I went with it. I got the idea of a Halloween party from my work place, who have decorated everything up to the back teeth with gaudy, laughable decorations and it made me think of what wizards would use as Halloween decorations. That gave me the idea of the spider based off of Harry’s visit to Aragog.
Of course baby cuteness is a must. They’re all too cute. Had a hell of a time coming up with costumes for the kids! But the quartet of little kittens was just too adorable not to include.
Anyway, this is my last update for the next couple of months, I’m taking a break from all updates now to destress until the New Year and I’ll likely be updating The Black Heir first, for our New Year update, so until then,
StarLight Massacre. X
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