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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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24^th December 2015

Nasta – 55 years

Max – 49 years

Blaise – 36 years

Draco – 35 years

Harry – 35 years

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Braiden – 18 years, 4 months

Quintuplets – 17 years, 11 months

Eva and Ave – 16 years, 11 months

Taren – 15 years, 10 months

Lai – 15 years, 2 months

Xabiere – 13 years, 10 months

Mace and Evie – 13 years, 1 month

Mollie – 12 years, 8 months

Quadruplets – 11 years, 9 months

Serra and Senna – 9 years, 7 months

Lian – 8 years

Triplets – Phoebe, Neave and Luce – 7 years, 5 months

Loren – 6 years, 2 months

Cyneric and Kallan – 5 years, 3 months

Sully – 3 years, 3 months

Triplets – Rosalia, Nia and Vanora – 2 years, 6 months

Sextuplets – 16 months

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Nico – 5 months

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Christmas Eve

Harry threw his head back and laughed as his excited children played and run around excitedly. It was only five in the afternoon, but they were so happy and so excited for tomorrow that none of them could sit still and none of them were being quiet.

His sextuplets, only sixteen months old, were wound up and toddling everywhere, they were a bit too young to understand what Christmas was or what was going on, but there was so much excitement in the house with their older siblings running around that it was infectious and the six of them were everywhere, babbling and shrieking.

Braiden was sat in Boden’s lap on the floor, Rowan was lying back against Braiden, head resting on his thigh so they made a tandem, reclining pile. Every so often Braiden would reach out to prevent one of his younger siblings from running right into the Christmas tree while smiling fondly at the pregnant belly of his first ever child, growing steadily. He touched it reverently too, and so did his two mates.

Harry smiled as he watched his eighteen year old son, growing up, but still home for Christmas. Harry had immediately invited the three of them home for Christmas and as Boden’s parents didn’t like Braiden and Rowan’s parents didn’t like Boden, the three of them came here, where all three of them were loved and accepted. Next year they were going to stay at their own home, with their new baby, and though Harry more than understood, he did feel a little sad to think that this Christmas would be the last with all of his children together.

“Mummy! Daddy Max won’t put the mincey pies out for Santa!” His three year old son, Sully, cried out. “Santa won’t come!”

“He will, darling.” Harry said softly, touching his hair. “We can’t put it out too soon. We’ll do it later tonight.”

“But if we do it now, he’ll come sooner.” Loren piped up.

“It doesn’t work like that, Lore.” Calix told him. “He’ll come to us when he comes to us, we aren’t going to be left out.”

“Your brother’s right.” Harry told his son. “Santa will come because you’re all good boys and girls.”

“Can I have my eve present, Mummy?” Rosalia, his two and a half year old little girl asked, looking up at him with huge blue eyes.

Harry pushed her beautiful blonde hair out of those eyes and looked at the mass of presents under the tree.

“Hmm, I don’t know.” He said slowly, playing with them.

“Please, Mummy!”

“Please!”

“We’ll be good.”

“Please, Mummy?”

Harry laughed as he was set upon by his little babies.

“Go on then.” He relented.

The kids rushed to the tree and found the present with their name on it. Harry waded through them and he picked up the older kids boxes and he handed them out. Boden and Rowan both looked surprised when Harry handed them a box too.

“You’re family.” He said sternly at their equally shocked looks. “You get dragged into the crazy traditions just as much as everyone else. If I can’t escape from it, then no one can.” He added with a wink and a laugh.

He watched the kids unwrap a brand new pair of pyjamas each, a hot chocolate set, including marshmallows and chocolate shavings, a small pack of unflavoured popcorn, one chocolate bar each and a clementine.

Harry went to the shelf against the one wall and he picked up three brand new DVDs. Christmas ones. As if the kids weren’t in the mood already.

“I’ve got it, Mum.” Regan offered as he took the first DVD and set up the TV.

The kids, who had all shucked their clothes to get into their new pyjamas right then and there, cheered and urged Regan to go faster, to set up the DVD faster.

Half of them were already eating their clementines or chocolate. The popcorn was for the second film, the hot chocolate for the third.

Harry sighed happily and he collected all of the clothes strewn about the floor and he went into the kitchen to find Max. Leolin was sat at the table, a baby Nico in his arms feeding on a bottle.

“How’s Nico?” He asked as he peered at the tiny baby in his son’s arms, keeping an eye on them both. He was so proud of Leolin for stepping up to help with Nico.

“Fine.” Leolin answered, his gold eyes fixed on the milk level of the bottle. “Drinking well.”

Harry smiled as he watched Leolin feed the five month old baby. He dumped the armful of clothes he had in front of the washing machine and he turned to Max, who was furiously preparing vegetables for tomorrow’s Christmas lunch, peeling and chopping before leaving them in saucepans ready for tomorrow. Harry went and kissed him.

“I told you to stay out of the kitchen.” Max told him. “You’re such a distraction. You’re too beautiful to resist.” He declared as he dropped his peeler and the potato in his hands to sweep Harry into his arms and he started nibbling over his neck.

“Max!” He laughed, sinking into those strong arms and giving himself over.

Max hummed and drew him closer, licking over his chin and moving to gently bite his lip.

“I’m sat right here!” Leolin complained. “And if you’d forgotten there is a five month old baby here too!”

“Nico’s not going to notice.” Max said.

“Nico won’t remember anything either.” Harry added with a lecherous grin.

“I will.” Leolin groused, scowling heavily.

“You look just like you did as a baby.” Harry smiled softly, reminiscing sadly as he remembered the scowly baby his Leolin had been. He was a grown man now, even if he was still growing.

“He does, doesn’t he?” Max agreed.

Leolin snorted and stood up, to a very impressive height given that he’d only had a proper growth spurt earlier that year, but then he, and his quintuplet siblings, were turning eighteen years old in just a week. Leolin had done a lot of growing and developing in the last year or two and Harry felt so proud of him. He was stronger, more mature and he was now out of the immediate danger area. He was almost an adult Faerie and his immune system was now working at full force. He would be able to stave off anything and everything and he’d already been tested, coming down with a slight cold last month, but apart from a slight fever and a bit of a cough, Leolin had carried on as he normally would have. He had fought off his cold by himself with no need for medical intervention, no Healer and no hospital.

Leolin left the kitchen and very suddenly Harry found himself picked up and sat on a counter, Max’s lips on his and a very insistent tongue begging for entrance to his mouth. Harry opened to Max like a flower to the sun and he made a soft sound, shifting forward so that he pressed tightly against Max’s body and he wrapped his arms around his neck.

Max broke away from him, panting heavily, his eyes half lidded and shiny with love, lust and happiness.

“I love you so much.” He declared. “Happy Christmas.”

Harry chuckled, his voice deeper with arousal. “I love you too, you big softie.”

Max hummed and made a soft sound of pleasure, before he groaned.

“What?” Harry asked.

“I’ve just realised that there’s no way I can ravish you like you deserve tonight. By the time we get to bed it’ll be two in the morning and those damn munchkins will have us up again at four.”

Harry laughed. “It’s only for one day.” He said calmly. “As soon as we get down here, their excitement will infect us and we won’t even be tired anymore.”

“We’ll be too busy to be tired.” Max laughed.

“Exactly.” Harry grinned.

A shout preceded one of their younger twins coming blasting into the kitchen at full speed. Harry immediately slipped off of the counter to intercede.

“Senna!” Max shouted angrily. “I am cooking in this room. You never run in the kitchen when I’m cooking! Corner, now!”

“Serra’s hitting me!” Sen cried out, turning and coming to burrow into Harry.

“Seren! In here now!” Harry shouted and Senna’s twin came slouching onto the room, a cardboard roll in hand. “Are you hitting Senna?” He demanded.

The nine year old bit a small lip and looked at the floor, nodding.

“Why are you hitting Senna?” Harry demanded. “Do you want to be grounded for Christmas?”

Seren’s blue eyes teared up and smooth, black hair went flying as the nine year old shook their head furiously.

“Well?” Harry prodded.

“No, Mummy. I’m sorry, Senna.” Seren said without being prompted and Harry nodded approvingly.

“Give me that tube.” Harry said, taking the empty wrapping paper tube from Seren. “Go into the living room and watch the film nicely.”

Harry turned back to Senna and smoothed the black hair from the tear stained face, blue-green eyes looking up at him, huge in the tiny face. Those eyes were so much like Farren’s teal that Harry had to smile as he kissed the soft, pale forehead.

“Do I still have to go in the corner?”

“No.” Max sighed. “Just go and watch the film with your brothers and sisters and no more running in the kitchen. It’s dangerous.”

Senna hugged Max around the middle and Max ruffled the neat, black hair before Harry got his own quick cuddle and Senna rushed off again.

“These kids will be the death of me.” Max groaned. “Running in the kitchen when I’m cooking!”

“At least the hob isn’t on.” Harry comforted as he looked at the extra-large joint of beef roasting in the oven.

“It doesn’t matter. My heart still missed several beats.”

Harry laid a kiss over Max’s heart, on his shirt and grinned at him. “I’m going to go and see how Blaise and Draco are getting on with the wrapping.”

“They’ll con you into helping and then disappear for a break.” Max grinned.

Harry laughed. “I know. They’ve been up there for a couple of hours now though, they deserve a break.”

“I’ll get the kettle on then.” Max laughed.

Harry waved to let Max know that he’d heard and he went up the stairs to the master bedroom. The kids had steadfastly been banned from this room for the last week unless it was an emergency. It had been hard to keep the sextuplets out, who were in the habit of coming into their bedroom in the early hours and climbing into bed with them. It was a snug fit getting all six of them in the bed with five adults, but somehow their squirming little sixteen month olds managed it.

“How are you two doing?” He asked as he walked into chaos.

There were toys everywhere, wrapping paper everywhere, mountains of already wrapped gifts, their tags firmly stuck on, piled high in the corners.

“Where did all of these new presents come from?” Blaise demanded. “I thought we were done with the wrapping over the last month!”

“No. I went shopping yesterday and the day before.”

“Damn it, Harry.” Draco groaned as he finished spelling the one present closed and fell back gracelessly.

Harry laughed and he sat on Draco’s hips, leaning down so they were chest to chest and he kissed Draco softly. A slap to his arse had him looking over to Blaise, who was grinning unrepentantly.

“Go and have a break.” Harry said with a smile. “I’ll take over here for a bit. Max is making you tea and coffee, just stay away from my biscuits.”

“Have you finished with them?” Draco asked, sitting back up with Harry firmly in his lap, his arms around his waist, holding him close.

“Yep, all done and decorated and I’ve hidden several batches where wandering hands can’t reach them for the next few days.”

“Including mine?” Blaise asked with a teasing grin.

“Especially yours.” Harry replied with a small chuckle.

Blaise bent forward and tickled him and Harry giggled, shifting on Draco.

“Stop that.” Draco snapped. “He’s rubbing against me.”

Blaise laughed and pulled Harry off of Draco’s lap and kissed him.

“Go on the both of you. I’m setting you free for a break. As soon as you’ve had your drinks, you better get your bums back in here to finish off. I need to get those kids into bed.”

“Yeah, okay. I’d rather be wrapping than fighting a losing battle getting those kids into bed. When’s Nasta home?”

“He should be here in the next half an hour so if you want that coffee, I’d go and get it now.”

“Right, that’s convinced me.” Blaise said, standing and stretching.

Harry laughed and he turned to the presents he’d bought yesterday and the day before. He’d gone on a massive spree and now they were paying for it with all the extra wrapping. He didn’t mind though, he couldn’t help himself when it came to his children…and now his little grandbabies too, he thought fondly of baby Nico and his beautiful Braiden who was about to have his own child, a daughter if the scans could be trusted.

Farren, Eva and Ave were all inherited too and they had a little over two years until their next Dracken, Xabiere, went through his own inheritance. Farren was a dominant, his twin terrors were both submissive. Thankfully the girls were holding off their meetings for another year at least, but they wanted to go into talks with the Elders next month, when they turned seventeen. Harry was dreading it as the girls wanted their meetings to be held together. It was going to be a disaster if the Elders agreed.

Farren, their dominant Dracken, was miserable. He’d broken up with his boyfriend, Sasha, a month before his seventeenth birthday, just a year ago and he’d been unhappy ever since. Harry just wished that there was something that he could do for his son…for both of them if he was honest. He’d come to love Sasha as a son, saying goodbye had been so hard and he’d never wished more that Farren had been born human. Farren’s misery kept him up at night, but still Harry had no idea what to do to help or what was for the best. His mates told him to leave it alone, to leave Farren to figure it out himself as he was, nearly, eighteen years old and that he had to sort it out for himself. Harry wasn’t sure and he still felt that Farren needed help, but he just didn’t know what to do.

Harry sighed and he grabbed the next present to wrap, taking note of the sticky note on the front in his own handwriting that labelled the gift as Boden’s. Farren would do what he felt he wanted to do and at the moment, that was separating himself from Sasha, despite the obvious pain it was causing the both of them. Harry had lost count of how many times he’d run into Sasha, red eyed and miserable, around the neighbourhood and Max had had an awkward encounter in the supermarket when Loren had run up to Sasha and hugged him, demanding to know when he was coming back.

His mates were right though, it wasn’t for him to dictate what Farren did next, his son was eighteen in a week, he had to figure it out on his own, but after a year of separation and still no sign of either of them getting over their break up, Harry had to wonder if there wasn’t something that he could do to help them, he just felt so powerless, so fucking useless as he watched them both meander around in misery, sending fervent, longing glances at one another when they were in the same area when the other wasn’t looking.

He wished again that his Farren had been born a human and he said a silent, heartfelt prayer that none of his other Dracken children experienced this sort of pain. He knew Braiden had had a girlfriend before his inheritance and that he had truly cared for her, but he hadn’t loved her to the deep extent that Farren had loved Sasha. It had been, not easy perhaps, for Braiden to say goodbye to Rebecca, but it hadn’t caused him a modicum of the grief that it had caused Farren to say goodbye to Sasha.

Braiden had moved on, he’d had his inheritance and then the meetings had started and he’d met two amazing people in Boden and Rowen. They looked after each other and they were all lovely, well rounded, level headed people and there was nothing more he could have wished for, for Braiden. It was his second born son who was having all of the problems, all because he had been born a dominant Dracken.

Overcome with emotion, Harry abandoned the wrapping and he went in search of Farren. He had the overwhelming desire to hold his second born son close to his chest in the vain hope of protecting him. He inhaled deeply and he changed course to go to Farren’s bedroom. He knocked on the door and he waited for a sign that it was okay for him to enter. It didn’t come.

“Farren?” He asked softly.

Again he was met with silence, at least until the bedroom door opened of its own accord and Harry stepped in to the room to find Farren sat on his bed, his wand in hand.

“Are you okay?” He asked gently.

Farren looked at him and Harry sighed as he saw the tear tracks cutting down his cheeks. The urge to hug his child had been more than just his own melancholy thoughts it seemed.

Harry went to the bed and wrapped his arms around Farren and his son turned into his stomach and started sobbing.

“Why do you do this to yourself, love?” He asked. “If you want to be with Sasha, go and be with him. You know we’ll support you.”

“It’s…it’s not…not fair to him.” Farren sobbed brokenly.

“This isn’t fair on either of you, Farren. It’s been an entirely too long, miserable year. When are you going to admit that he was more than just a boyfriend to you?”

“What do you mean?” Farren asked, pulling back and wiping his tears on the sleeve of his jumper.

“You loved him, Farren. Like I love your Dads and they love me. Sash wasn’t just a boyfriend for you, he was so much more and you need to stop burying your head in the sand and bottling up all your emotions. You still love him and if the way he looks these days is any indication then Sasha still loves you too.”

“We can’t be together, Mum. I’m a Dracken and he’s human.”

Harry sighed. “You could always choose to be with Sasha and ignore your Dracken side, Farren. You’re happier with Sasha and being with another Dracken might not alleviate that feeling. You love Sasha in a way that you might not love anyone else. A whole year, Farren, and still neither of you are close to moving on.”

“How can I stop the need to find a submissive?” Farren asked him.

“You can’t.” Harry said simply. “But you have the choice to reject those same submissives. You’ve done it before, you’ve been inherited for two years, baby and you’ve rejected every submissive you’ve met.”

“What if I meet one I actually like? I can’t hurt Sasha like that, Mum.”

“Like you’re hurting him and yourself now?” Harry countered. “You can’t carry on like this, Farren. Wondering if you’ll ever find a submissive that you’ll love as much as Sasha, comparing everyone you meet to Sasha and finding them lacking because they just aren’t him or even wondering what will happen if you actually like a submissive, but I’m willing to bet that no one will ever come close to Sasha in your eyes, Farren, because he’s the one for you and if this last year hasn’t killed what you two had together, then you aren’t meant to be apart.”

Farren considered that for a moment, before he was up and tearing out of the room.

“Farren!” Harry called back loudly.

Farren stopped at the door to his bedroom and looked back, a bit startled at the interruption to his plan.

“Take a coat, love. It’s raining.”

Farren nodded, steeled himself, and then he was off, tearing through the house again.

Harry sighed and wondered if he was doing the right thing. Had he interfered too much? Had he done the right thing? As he stood up, he caught sight of a photograph of Farren and Sasha together and underneath, half hidden by the photo, was a newly written letter on Farren’s duvet, the ink still drying. He caught a sentence or two near the end, but they were enough to drive him to tears.

‘…really missing you this Christmas, Sash. I hope you’re doing well. I still love you, you know. I think I always will. It’s harder around your birthday, but Christmas is worse as it’s a time to be together and we aren’t. I miss you. I love you.’

Harry swallowed and he steeled himself. If that small section of letter hadn’t convinced him that he’d done the right thing, then Farren rushing out like the hounds of hell were after him had to be. He would find a way to make this work, for Farren and for Sasha.

He went back down to the ground floor and into the kitchen. Nasta was home and he was warming up with a cup of doublemint tea to help him relax and unwind after work. As he continually pointed out, the dragons didn’t stop needing care just because it was Christmas and as the only Dragonologist that the reserve had, he was always on call regardless of what time it was, or what day it was. He’d been called in on Christmas night before, on his (and Taren’s) birthday, on someone else’s birthday and even once at four in the morning. He was paid incredibly handsomely for the inconvenience and he did truly love all of his dragons, his Caronwyn in particular.

“Farren tore out of here like a bat out of hell, what happened, do you know?” Max asked worriedly.

“He’s gone to see a man about a dog.” Harry answered.

“What the hell does that even mean?” Max demanded.

“It has something to do with Sasha, doesn’t it?” Nasta asked. Nothing ever, ever, got past this man. “You promised that you wouldn’t interfere, Harry.”

“And I haven’t.” Harry replied, affronted. “Farren worked it out on his own. It’s Christmas Eve and he was sat in his bedroom, crying, looking at an old photo of him and Sash together and writing him a letter about how much he missed him and still loved him. What the hell do you want me to do, ignore it?!”

“What are you going to do when he finds a mate he likes?”

“It won’t matter.” Harry said stiffly.

“Why, because our son will be happy while Sasha is left in misery? Have you even thought of that poor boy?!”

“Of course I have! You’ve seen Sasha yourself, you know he’s just as affected as Farren is. They’re miserable without one another!”

“So, what, they get a few more months, maybe a couple of years before they have to break up again, is that your reasoning? It took us months to get Farren back to normal after that first break up, Harry, months! It’s going to be ten times worse a second time.”

“Was he back to normal?!” Harry demanded angrily. “Do you call anything about the last year normal, Max?! Because I don’t! I don’t call sitting up in his bedroom alone, sobbing over old photos a year after they broke up NORMAL!”

“It’s Christmas Eve, let’s not do this now.” Nasta tried to placate.

“I will do this now!” Max snapped angrily. “He’s sent Farren running after false hope!”

“It’s not false hope!” Harry defended. “Farren loves Sasha, truly loves him, Max. No one is ever going to compare to Sasha in Farren’s eyes. No one is ever going to measure up, no one is ever going to be as good because they aren’t Sasha!”

“I can see that.” Blaise said from the doorway. “It’s the same with my Mother, really. She went through the phase of killing all her partners because none of them were my Father. She tried to replace him, only to find them all lacking in some way or another. She looked for reasons to dislike them after they were married. It took her years to settle down and we’re talking fourteen years here, not just two or three. I don’t want that for Farren. If he’s happy with Sasha, let him be happy, Max.”

“His Dracken won’t settle for a human.” Max said sadly. “I wish to Merlin it would, but it won’t.”

“But if he is happy with only Sasha, who are we to prevent him from being with the person he loves just because his Dracken might throw a fit?” Harry asked. “Can’t you see that he’s never going to be happy if he isn’t with Sasha? It’s not like they can’t have kids either, Sasha has the carrier gene. They can be a normal family.”

“What, when he isn’t running off to view prospective mates?” Max laughed derisively. “It’s a dream that they can be together.”

“It’s not.” Harry snapped angrily. “And I won’t let you stand in their way if they want to be together, Max. Farren can reject the submissives as easily as they reject him!”

“And if he finds a submissive he does like and does want to be with?” Max glared.

“Then I expect him to work out his problems like a man.”

“A problem that you’ve created by sending him running after Sasha!” Max shouted loudly.

“He went after Sasha on his own, of his own free choice.”

“Oh and I suppose you had absolutely nothing to do with that, did you?”

“I’m not doing this now.” Harry hissed as the family room, just next door, went quiet with the increasingly loud shouting. “I can see your point, Max, but I don’t agree and I’m not going to. Drop it, we’re not doing this today of all days.”

“Why, because it isn’t convenient to you as you’re ruining our son’s life!”

“No.” Harry snarled. “Because it’s Christmas Eve and we are within earshot of a room filled with nearly all of our children!”

As if to hammer that point home there was a scuffle at the door to the kitchen and a tiny head poked out while Braiden’s voice in the back urgently called Rosalia back.

“Mummy, are you sad?” The two year old, curly blonde haired, blue eyed little girl asked worriedly, looking from her Mother to three of her four Fathers. “Is it Santa, is he not coming?”

Harry smiled and went to his baby girl. “Of course Santa is still coming, silly.” He exclaimed joyously…a joy he wasn’t truly feeling at the moment. “Santa is always going to come for my wonderfully behaved children.”

He picked Rosalia up, sent a hard look to Max and carried her back into the family room. His children had paused the movie they were watching and thirty odd worried faces looked at him.

“What’s this?” He asked with a false joy and a false smile. “There will be no unhappy faces on Christmas Eve!”

“We heard shouting.” His three year old Sully said, his lip trembling.

“Oh, no baby, don’t cry.” He said as he hunched down and pulled Sully into a hug, rubbing his back. “There’s no reason to cry. Us silly grownups were just arguing about how many minced pies to leave out for Santa. We can’t decide if one is enough, or because there are so many of you and you have so many presents for being such good boys and girls, to leave him three.”

“I say we leave him five.” Nasta said as he followed Harry into the living room.

“One is enough.” Blaise argued. “He has to have a minced pie in every house he visits, if we leave him three, or even five, he won’t get back out of the door, let alone the chimney!”

The kids all laughed or giggled and put in their thoughts and arguments about how many pies to leave out and when Harry was satisfied that they had been suitably distracted he turned their attention back to the movie they were watching with their hot chocolates.

“Come on, this is the last film then you need to be in bed!” He told them sternly.

“I want to stay up and see Santa.” Their little Neave complained.

“Santa won’t come if you’re awake.” Boden told them with a kind smile.

“He won’t?!” Sully cried in dismay, turning to Harry as if begging him to say that Boden was wrong.

“Bo is right.” Harry said as firmly as he could manage with a smile on his face. “Santa won’t come here if any of you are still awake!”

“But I’m too excited to sleep!” Loren complained.

“You’ll sleep.” Blaise muttered under his breath. “Daddy needs to regain some sanity.”

Harry couldn’t fight the smile that broke out over his face.

“I’ll read you a story.” Nasta said. “Watch your film first.”

“Where are the sextuplets?” Harry asked, looking around for his set of six, sixteen month olds.

“Dad Draco took them up to bed, they were flagging.” Braiden told him from one half of Boden’s lap…Rowan was taking up the other half.

“You two look just as tired!” Harry laughed. “Perhaps you need an early night too.”

“They’re like two peas in a pod.” Boden teased with a grin.

“Take them up to bed.” Harry insisted. “I need you all to be alert and awake tomorrow!”

“We wouldn’t be so tired if Boden wasn’t so insatiable.” Rowan muttered.

“I heard that!” Harry exclaimed sternly and Rowan blushed to the roots of dark brown hair.

Harry laughed. “What you do behind closed doors is no one else’s business.” He told them gently. “You have your own house, you’re mated and you have a baby on the way.” He said with a fond look to the gentle swell of baby belly. “You’re all adults, go crazy.”

“You don’t say that to me!” Calix complained.

“Mum said ‘adults’, Calix.” Tegan cut in, quick as a flash. Her special brand of wit truly left something to be desired. She was in her pyjamas and a thick winter robe, her tousled hair was still damp from her bath.

“Shut up, Tee.” Calix said. “We’re all eighteen in a week, we’re all of age and soon we’ll be of age in the Muggle world too. We are adults.”

“You don’t act like one.” Regan piped in.

“Stop it. Honestly you’re worse than the little kids.” Harry sighed. “Put this film back on.”

Harry sat down and watched the end of the film with his excited children pressed in close to him and he held as many as he could as the excited buzz of a dawning Christmas Day loomed over them.

After the film ended it took over two hours to get the kids into bed and that was when they’d all been bathed early and were already in their pyjamas.

Nasta was reading story after story, Harry was tucking in and re-tucking in numerous kids and Draco and Blaise had gone back to wrap the last of the presents. Max was still in the kitchen.

“Get into bed!” Harry said exasperatedly as three giggling girls poked their heads out of their bedroom door.

“But we can’t sleep, Mummy! It’s almost Christmas.”

“I know!” Harry said. ‘And I still have a fuck ton to do before morning.’ He added mentally as he looked at his watch and midnight ticking ever closer. “Bed, now.”

He took the seven year olds hands and tucked them back into their beds. He kissed their foreheads and left again and for the first time, there wasn’t another child on the landing, waiting for him to come out of a bedroom.

Nasta eased out of the two year old girls’ room, Loren tucked up with them after their story and the two of them shared a grin and Harry gave a silent thumbs up. They embraced and kissed heavily.

“Here’s hoping they stay down.” Harry said as they broke apart.

Nasta wrapped his arms around his back and Harry sighed, resting against his mate’s strong chest.

“Have I made everything worse?” He asked almost silently. “I just wanted to help. It’s been a year, I couldn’t see him unhappy for a second Christmas, Nas. I just want him to be happy.”

“It might all work out for the better.” Nasta said quietly, kissing the top of his head. “We need only wait and see.”

Leolin came down the stairs and onto the same floor as them and he grinned as he saw them. He came and threw both his arms around both of his parents.

“Where’s Nico?” Nasta asked. “I haven’t had a chance to hold my only grandchild yet today.”

“I’ve finally handed Nico back and mother and baby are all tucked up in bed together.” Leolin laughed. “Thank Merlin, my arms are aching!”

“Nico isn’t all that heavy, Leolin.” Harry told him. “Now your brother Mace on the other hand, now he was a big baby.”

Leolin poked his tongue out and Harry laughed. This playful side of Leolin rarely came out, even when he was a baby he was always more predisposed to scowling, but Harry loved the playful, slightly childish side of Leolin.

“I need tea.” Leolin groaned. “That baby is a hellion!”

“Like most five month olds are.” Harry laughed.

“Let’s go and get you some tea.” Nasta said with a fond smile.

Harry followed Father and son down to the kitchen and though Max had calmed down somewhat, he maintained an air of stony silence.

“What’s happened?” Leolin asked, looking between them both. He was getting more perceptive the older he got. “You two were all loved up a while ago.”

“We had a disagreement, that’s all.” Harry said and left it at that as he boiled the kettle and set up cups to make tea. He made one for Max too, because he refused to be so petty as to not make him a cup of tea over an argument. They’d been through worse, so much worse, during their mateship and a mere argument wasn’t going to break them.

He squeezed a massive glob of honey into his tea and he grinned like a child as he stirred his tea vigorously. He took a deep drink and let out all of his tension and breath in one go. He did love honey in his tea.

He sat at the kitchen table and with an innocent grin, he started playing footsie with Nasta under the table.

Max groaned as he swiped all the peelings into their food recycling bin and seized his cup of tea and all but drained it in four massive gulps.

“I needed that.”

“Are you done with the veg?” Harry asked.

Max sighed, debating whether or not to stay angry, but thankfully he let it go. Max could never hold a grudge if there was no anger or shouting going on.

“Yes. All the veg is done and prepared, the beef and pork are cooked, the soup is made and that show stopping cake you made is warded tighter than our bank vault. It’s just the turkey that needs to be cooked tomorrow and the veg needs to be boiled and then roasted, but other than that. I’m done!”

Max sunk down into a chair next to Nasta and Harry’s foot caught him. He peeked under the table and his biggest mate couldn’t help the laugh when he saw what was going on. Harry shifted himself so that he had one foot in Nasta’s lap and one in Max’s. He remembered to smile all innocently, if not a bit smugly that he’d won Max around and had made him laugh again.

“What’s so funny?” Leolin asked curiously.

“Your Dad is daft.” Harry said without missing a beat. “Ignore him, love.”

Leolin didn’t look convinced, but he let it go. At eleven at night, Max and Nasta were shepherding their teenagers into bed and still Farren hadn’t come home.

“It’s almost Christmas, maybe I should go and look for him.” Draco said as he and Blaise shifted the furniture into the smaller living room so that they could fit all the piles of presents into the much larger family room. Everyone would sit on the floor for Christmas, there just wasn’t enough room for furniture and all of them with their presents.

“He’s almost eighteen, he knows where we live.” Harry said, though truth be told, he was worried too. Farren had been gone for five hours now. He wondered if Sasha had actually rejected Farren due to the pain his son had caused him over the last year.

He worried for the next half an hour as he and his mates set up the family room with piles of gifts for their thirty-seven children, their two added children in Rowen and Boden, a small pile for their very first grandchild, Nico and a pile each for themselves. Each and every one of them had just one single present that was labelled as ‘from Santa’ and Harry took care to make sure they were in the front of the piles of gifts.

Each child had their own designated spots and as soon as they woke up in the morning, they knew where they were going to be and where their presents would be.

The front door opened and closed, there were two dull thuds as what Harry assumed were shoes were kicked off and then a mountain came tearing through the room and Harry found himself tackled and lifted off of his feet.

“Mum, you’re a genius!” Farren exclaimed happily, a wide grin on his face.

“Oh, well, okay love, but if you squeeze any tighter I’m going to snap in half.” Harry said, patting his son’s shoulder.

Harry was put on his feet again and Harry couldn’t help smiling himself as he saw that blinding smile directed at him.

“I take it things went well with Sasha?” Harry asked, unable to hold in his curiosity. He’d never been able to rein in his curiosity.

“Amazing! I ran straight to his house, of course his oldest brother opened the door and tried to stop me from seeing Sasha, but he heard me and came running. We talked a lot and then we…then we made up.”

“Yeah, I think you can keep that bit of information to yourself.” Harry laughed. “I’m glad you’re happy again, Farren.”

“I’m staying with Sash. He said he can handle the meetings as long as I always come back to him and I will. I love him. He’s hated this last year apart too, just as much as I have.”

“You’re an adult now, Farren, we won’t tell you or Sasha what to do.” Nasta said softly.

“So, are we having one more for dinner?” Max asked.

Farren shook his head. “No, we’re going to ease back into everything. We, uh…we rushed the making up, but he’s got Christmas plans, I’ve got plans. I’m going to see him tomorrow night if that’s okay. To give him his gift.”

“You bought him one?” Blaise asked in surprise.

“Of course. I never stopped writing him and I’ve got two Christmas and two birthday gifts to give him.”

Max looked worried and unsure as they heard that shocking news, but Harry took a breath and touched his son’s face. “We love you, sweetheart. Whatever you want to do, we’re behind you. Your family is behind you, always.”

Farren grinned and then he looked around and noticed the presents. His grin got wider.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Blaise clapped his hands. “No peeking at the room before the big day, you know that rule by now! Get your backside up those stairs and into bed!”

Farren laughed before he kissed Harry’s cheek again and then rushed off. Harry released a breath that he’d been holding.

“Before anyone says anything…I regret nothing.” He said still looking at the door Farren had run out of. “Whatever the outcome, my son is happy and I will do my all to keep him happy. He deserves love and happiness.”

“Will you stop waffling on and hand over the next sack of presents so we can get this done before two in the morning, please?” Max demanded as he went back to shifting gifts into piles.

Harry smiled and took that to mean that Max had forgiven him, for now at least, and he hefted the black bin bag over to Max and helped him separate it out into the forty-five different piles.

Christmas Eve was drawing to a close and soon Christmas Day would be upon them, their babies would be waking up in just a few short hours, screaming and screeching in delight and excited joy, waking up the entire house and they needed to be ready for it.

The dining room table was laid, Harry had done that himself earlier in the day. The house was spotless, the dinner was prepped and ready to go, their children were all happy, even Farren, and their presents were laid out in the spectacularly decorated room. Harry sighed. It was going to be a hectic day tomorrow, with very little sleep to be had and no rest either, but it was going to be absolutely perfect, because he was in his own home, with his own family and he would be surrounded by those he loved. Things didn’t really get much better than that and he knew that as long as he had the important things, a home, food and his family, everything was going to work out just fine, regardless of life’s little hiccups along the way.

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A/N: Happy Christmas Eve, lovelies. I’ve done so many Christmas Day Bits that I’ve decided to do something a bit different this year and I went with Christmas Eve instead. I’m not properly off of my break yet, that’s still going to be in the New Year, but I wanted to give you all an early present for tomorrow by giving you this chapter, I hope you like it.

Stay safe, lovelies and I’ll see you again in the New Year, once my little break has ended, until then have a good one!

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