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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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New Year – 2016

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 – 18 years

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

Senna and Serra – 8 years, 7 months

Lian – 8 years

Triplets – Phoebe, Neave, 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, Vanora – 2 years, 6 months

Sextuplets – 16 months

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Nico – 6 months

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New Year

Harry cleared away left over birthday cake and collected several empty glasses from hidden alcoves on bookshelves and under tables.

“Why can’t people use the topside of a table?!” He complained loudly to his four mates, who were all in the room with him, doing their own cleaning.

“They’re teenagers, nothing they do makes sense.” Max said back as he used his wand to get a splodge of something out of the carpet.

Their only set of quintuplets had celebrated their eighteenth birthday today and it was the New Year in just two hours so the younger kids were all in bed already and their older kids were either taking naps or milling around upstairs, waiting for midnight to come around.

Christmas had been hectic too and Harry was already exhausted. Their Lian had celebrated his eighth birthday just a few weeks before and in eighteen days, their terror twins Eva and Ave turned seventeen. As if their Dracken inheritance hadn’t been bad enough last year, this year, they were planning on going into talks with the Dracken Elders. They both wanted to hold their meetings next year, when they were eighteen and though the five of them had tried to convince the two girls otherwise, they wanted to hold their meetings together. They argued that they’d done everything together for their entire lives and they wanted this milestone to be the same.

Harry hoped that the Elders could talk some more sense into them because if the two of them had their meetings at the same time then it would be an utter bloodbath and he was truly afraid that it would be one of his baby girls paying the ultimate price in the end at the hand of her own twin sister.

He sighed and pushed the thought from his mind. A muffled grunt came from the baby monitor and he sighed heavier. He was already halfway out the door when a soft, confused cry of ‘Mama’ came over the monitor, already knowing who it was and what they wanted.

Their tiny Emerus was not doing well with his sleeping and he woke up numerous times during the night to seek reassurance. He was not the most independent of babies and he preferred to be constantly surrounded by adults. He did not like playing by himself or being by himself and he was very clingy. They were trying to encourage him to be a little bit more independent, but their youngest child wasn’t the least bit interested and he remained very clingy and slightly anti-social as he’d much rather clutch at Harry or clench tiny hands into one of his Fathers’ legs than play with any strange children or by himself. He even hesitated when his older siblings tried to lead him off to play.

Harry opened the nursery door carefully and he smiled gently as he saw Emerus stood, holding onto the rail of his cot. Thankfully he hadn’t woken his brothers or sisters yet and Harry scooped him up and carried him out of the nursery before he could. He had long ago learnt that it would be an hour or more before Emerus was ready to even try sleeping again.

“What’s the matter, Rus?” Harry asked softly as he carried the sixteen month old boy down the stairs.

“Mummy.” Emerus whispered back, holding onto him tight.

“Come on, love.”

Harry made it back down the stairs and he carried Emerus into the cleaning operation.

“You should be sleeping.” Max told his baby son, taking him from Harry and pulling the miniscule boy to his huge chest.

Emerus just shook his head and clung to Max tighter.

“You’ll be all grumpy.” Blaise tried.

“No.” Emerus said as he fisted Max’s shirt.

Max sighed and with one hand he picked Harry up and sat him on the settee, he dumped Emerus on him and went back to cleaning the house.

All of their children were home and under the same roof for the festive season, including Braiden and his two mates, Rowan and Boden. They were expecting their first child in just a few short months. Their second grandchild after Nico, who was now six months old and sleeping in a cot just upstairs.

He sighed again, feeling very old despite only being thirty-five. He cuddled with Emerus, humming gently to try, fruitlessly, to lull him into sleep. He had thirty-seven children and a grandchild with another one on the way. If Eva and Ave got their wish too then he’d have even more on the way in twenty-seventeen. If his Farren got his boyfriend, Sasha, pregnant in that time too, then he could have even more grandchildren coming his way, but for now, it was just Nico and his Braiden’s unborn baby.

Speaking of Farren, the front door opened and closed and two laughing boys were heard in the hallway. Farren walked into the room first, followed by his younger brother, Mace. They’d been out for a late night run. Harry had been worried as they’d both gone out at nine in the night, in shorts and tee-shirts and despite the fact that there was no snow or ice on the ground, it was still cold and wet.

“Are you both okay?” He couldn’t prevent himself from asking worriedly.

“Fine, Mum.” His thirteen year old Mace said, his head and neck dripping with sweat. “Farren set a punishing pace, I could barely keep up! I’m so hot.”

“I thought I heard you both.” Nasta said as he came into the living room with two chilled bottles of water from the fridge.

“Cheers, Dad. You’re a legend!” Mace told him as he ripped the top off the bottle and gulped. Harry had to turn his head to keep from laughing. Max, who was opposite him cleaning, was biting his lip and still smiling.

“My legs are a lot longer than yours.” Farren told his brother, ruffling his hair.

“Enjoy it while it lasts.” Mace grinned like the snotty younger brother he was.

Mace was only just thirteen years old and already he was five foot nine. Farren had only been five foot six at thirteen. Mace was gearing up to be much taller than his older brother.

“Have you warmed down?” Nasta asked Mace.

Their son nodded, even as he gulped more water down.

“Then shower and bed please, Mace.”

Mace nodded as he gulped quicker, finishing off the bottle and then coming to Harry and giving him a kiss.

“Night, Mum.” He said.

“Night, Mace.”

“Ace!” Emerus called out, holding out small hands.

Mace kissed his baby brother and ruffled his hair. “Goodnight, Emerus.”

Mace skipped out and that left just Farren and he seemed nervous.

“Has Sasha come over yet?” He asked.

“Not yet, love.” Harry answered. “But you did tell him to come over in another half an hour because you were going running. I wouldn’t start worrying until then. Sasha was always punctual.”

“What if he doesn’t come?”

“He’ll come.” Harry said with a casual conviction.

“And this is alright? You’re sure this is alright?”

“It’s fine.” Harry insisted.

“Of course it is.” Max smiled, grabbing Farren before their son could escape and using his bigger, stronger body to force Farren’s head to his lips for a kiss.

“Ack! Dad, that’s gross!” Farren complained, rubbing not just the spot where Max’s lips had touched, but all over his face.

“You let your Mum kiss you.” Max said with a grin.

“That’s completely different!” Farren whined.

“Go and grab a shower.” Harry said with a laugh, distracting Farren. “You don’t want to smell bad for when Sasha gets here.”

Farren’s teal coloured eyes widened and he looked at himself, looked at the time and then he ran off. Harry chuckled and went back to rocking Emerus, trying to lull him into sleep.

“I don’t see much cleaning going on.” Harry said mildly.

His four mates scowled at him, but he just laughed lightly at them and he went back to humming and rocking Emerus.

They set up the house yet again for another party, a different party, as they got ready for the New Year. They’d never really bothered with New Year in the past, when their quintuplets had been younger. It had just been them on their own and after the clean-up from the quintuplets party, they’d usually just crawl into bed together and share a kiss at midnight if they were actually still awake…or they’d make love together if they were lucky and feeling particularly alert and awake, which hadn’t been all that often with so many little kids running around.

But now that their older kids were teenagers, adults, they’d hold a small ‘mini’ party for them to celebrate the New Year in. It was a hassle to have a massive birthday party, clean up a bit, then set up another party, but they could manage it.

The door knocked and Nasta turned to answer it quickly, a slightly evil grin on his face as he got to the door before Farren, who was just clattering down the stairs as Nasta pulled open the front door.

“Hello, Sasha.” He greeted easily.

“Hello, Mister Delericey.” Sasha said, a bit awkwardly. This was the first time since their break up that Sasha had been back to their home.

“Nasta.” Nasta reminded him softly. “Nothing has changed in that respect, Sasha. Please come in.”

Farren jumped the last few stairs and almost elbowed his Dad out of the way to reach his boyfriend and Nasta rolled his eyes and left them to their own devices.

“Sasha?” Harry questioned as his oldest mate came back into the room.

Nasta nodded. “Yeah. He’s looking better than the last I saw him too. Happier.”

“Farren does too.” Harry said as he continued rocking Emerus.

“Is he asleep?” Max asked.

Harry peeked at his son’s face and tentatively stopped rocking him. Emerus made a soft noise and wriggled and Harry immediately started rocking him again and Emerus settled down again.

“No. He needs another half an hour.” Harry said as he swayed from side to side while sat down.

“How’s your stomach?” Blaise asked critically.

Harry bobbed his head from side to side in consideration. “Alright I guess. It’s not hurting any worse than it was this afternoon.”

“You were sick this morning, don’t push yourself.” Nasta told him.

Harry nodded. “I’m afraid I might be stealing an early night, lovers.” He said with a sigh.

“That’s okay. It’s okay.” Draco told him as he came back from the kitchen after taking another tray of dirty glasses and plates out to the sink, where Max had charmed the sink and a dish brush to clean and dry all the dishes.

“Draco’s right, if you need to go to bed, go to bed.” Max insisted. “We don’t like it when you’re so sick and in so much pain. The sextuplets really took it out of you.”

“I wasn’t expecting six of them, that’s why.”

“You were expecting six and that was the problem.” Blaise countered and it took Harry a moment before he got the joke and he laughed.

“I love them, every single one of them and I’d have it no other way, but on the other hand, I sincerely hope that I never have another set of sextuplets.”

“I second that.” Blaise answered.

“I’d go one further and say nothing over twins or triplets from now on.” Max chuckled. “I’ve had enough of these high multiples. Those first few months of hell are killers! I’m getting to be an old man, I need my beauty sleep without getting up twice, three times in the night to feed four, five, six newborns before I can get back into bed.”

“No promises.” Harry laughed. “I have no control over that.”

Max nodded solemnly before he got that mischievous look on his face. He knelt down by Harry’s feet and petted low down on his stomach.

“No more higher multiples, please.” He beseeched Harry’s stomach and Harry had to bite his tongue to stop from roaring with laugher and waking up Emerus. He had tears of suppressed laughter running down his cheeks and Max grinned with smug accomplishment as he wiped Harry’s cheeks for him.

“I love you so much.” Harry sighed once he got enough breath back to talk.

“Good, now is he asleep yet? It’s coming up half eleven and those kids are going to be down here soon.” Max said.

Harry stopped rocking Emerus, his face screwed up with fervent hope and he let out a sigh of relief when his sixteen month old did not wake back up again.

“You amazing god.” Max praised him. “Now chuck him back into his cot, I want to ravish your mouth at midnight.”

Harry rolled his eyes and he climbed the stairs and he got Emerus back into his cot in the nursery. He tucked his youngest child up and kissed his chubby cheek. He did the same for the five other sixteen month olds in the room, his boisterous Eiren and his identical twin, and slightly calmer son, Eurei. His little perfectionist in Errai, he thought fondly as he pushed the blond hair from his eyes to give his forehead a kiss. Then his two baby girls, the bossy Eris and his sweet, observant Ellette.

He loved all six of them and he smiled softly as he closed the door to the nursery on them, the silencer ward humming to life as the door was shut tightly so that no external noise could bother his little toddlers.

He sighed happily as he shut the door on them with no crying from within and he made his way back down the stairs…his stomach muscles protested going back down the stairs again so soon after he’d come up them, but in typical fashion, he ignored it.

He went into the living room and he wrapped his arms around the first mate who was the closest to him.

Nasta chuckled and dipped him down and kissed him. Harry laughed happily and lifted his arms up and Nasta picked him up easier, his muscles bulging in his arms. Harry sighed happily as he touched those muscled arms and lifted his head for another kiss.

“You’re being very affectionate today.” Nasta told him in a voice deepened by arousal.

“I’m always affectionate!” Harry countered.

“Except when you’re not.” Blaise laughed.

Harry huffed and wrapped himself around Nasta tighter. Nasta chuckled and pulled Harry into a hard, wet kiss and then he put him down on the settee and went back to what he was doing before Harry had mobbed him.

Harry slipped back to his feet and went to get more cakes and biscuits that he’d specifically kept back from the eighteen year olds’ birthday and he set them out ready for the mini New Year party they were going to have very soon.

All of their older children, as young as Taren, came down as an almost mass group, which meant they’d probably been in the ‘teen lounge’ waiting for midnight to come closer.

Braiden immediately sat down on the settee, his mate Rowan tucking into his side while Boden did his part as top dominant and went to get the three of them drinks.

Leolin looked ready to drop as he rested his head back against the chair he was sat in and Farren and Sasha seemed to be in their own little world as Sasha was buried so deep in Farren’s lap and chest that the poor boy could barely be glimpsed from the bulk of Farren’s arms that were wrapped tightly around him, as if Sasha were going to vanish before his very eyes and he had to hold on for dear life. They were ignoring everyone else in the room.

“Would anyone like tea?” Tegan asked. “Mum?”

“Please, darling.” Harry smiled.

“Dad, green tea or herbal?” Tegan asked Nasta, already knowing that her Father would take tea over the juice or water on offer.

“Green tea, Caru.” Nasta answered with a smile.

Tegan went to make tea for herself and those who’d wanted them and Harry snatched one of his own biscuits and he forced himself between Draco and Blaise, seeing as every other available seat had been taken up and he definitely didn’t want to sit near Farren and Sasha, who had a whole settee to themselves.

“What’s the point of New Year?” Calix asked curiously.

“I never saw the point in it.” Max said. “Except to be around family, of course.”

“It’s traditional.” Draco insisted.

“We always saw it as a drinking holiday.” Blaise shrugged. “My Mother, your grandmother Marianna, would always let me have wine at New Year. She’d get completely drunk with whatever partner she had at the time, of course.”

“Sometimes, a New Year means a new chance, a new life. Every year is different in one way or another and we never have two the same. Sometimes, that’s a blessing, sometimes it’s not, but sometimes, it’s a relief to start a new year. To know that you can wipe the slate clean and start again with a fresh start to try and do things differently.” Harry said with a sad smile.

His children all nodded as if they’d heard something profound, but his mates all shifted a bit closer to him or touched him in some way. They knew what he meant and they all tried to comfort him.

“I think Farren and Sasha are getting the new lease life this year.” Regan said as he watched the two of them look up at their names.

“I’ll toast to new lives and second chances.” Farren said and Sasha smiled at him.

“Me too.” He said as he snuggled even closer into Farren with no shyness and no shame. They’d missed each other too much for wasting time being shy. It was cute.

“You might create a new life this year.” Taren told them.

Sasha blushed and Farren baulked. “I think we’ll leave that to Braiden.” He said, removing the attention from himself and Sasha and putting it on his older brother and his mates.

Harry shook his head and accepted the cup of tea off of his oldest daughter and settled in, watching indulgently as his children chatted together and he felt no need to join in. He was very happy to just watch and listen to them.

“Are you okay?” Max asked him.

Harry nodded. “I’m fine. I’m just…enjoying them. They’re all getting older, they’re all going to be flying the nest soon. I don’t like it.”

His mates chuckled. “Of course you don’t like it.” Max said.

“It has to be done.” Harry sighed. “It’s natural after all.”

“Doesn’t mean we have to like natural.” Blaise said as he looked over to where Braiden sat on the settee, his two mates with him and the bulge of his growing daughter between them. “He’s my son…my first child, how am I supposed to say goodbye?”

“As you said goodnight to him every night since he was born.” Nasta said with a smile. “He’s not going away forever, I’ll eat my own wings if he’s not back next week to visit. Say goodbye as you said goodnight to him, he’s going to sleep and you’ll see him in the morning, when he wakes up.”

“You are creepily clever sometimes.” Blaise told Nasta fondly.

“It comes with age.” Max cut in quickly. “And Nasta’s one ancient dragon.”

Harry laughed, loudly. He couldn’t stop himself as he laughed, a deep, belly laugh.

“Oh ow! That hurts!” He cried as he held his pained belly, but he was still laughing between gasps of pain.

Several hands touched and rubbed his belly and sides, easing away the pain and discomfort that his sextuplets had left him with, even after sixteen months since he’d birthed them. He was positive that this pain was the reason that he hadn’t had another heat period since his sextuplets. Unlike his mates, he didn’t believe that the sextuplets had taken so much out of him that he would no longer have any heat periods. He believed that as soon as he healed and his body healed, then he would have another heat period. It was just a matter of resting and recovering.

He wasn’t in any rush to have any more children just yet though. He knew that he was going to have his hands full with his sextuplets. It had been hard with Braiden and the quintuplets, but he’d been a lot younger back then and his six had been the only children that he’d had for a time…now he had thirty-one children to look after as well as the sixteen month old sextuplets. True some of his older children were teenagers and Braiden was in his own home, but most of his children still needed his complete and undivided attention, so no, he was happy to have a bit of down time, even if he was sick and pained sixteen months after birth and normal things such as laughing or even eating caused him pain on occasion.

“It’s almost midnight!” Taren said excitedly.

Harry looked at the clock and he smiled.

“Calm down, jackrabbit.” Max soothed.

“Don’t call me that, Dad!” The almost sixteen year old Taren whined.

“I have nicknames for all my babies.” Max insisted.

Harry smiled and he rested more of his weight onto Draco, who wrapped both his arms around him and his strong, sure fingers rubbed at his belly and hips to ease away the dull, throb of pain.

“Is it time yet? Is it?” Taren asked, almost vibrating with excited energy.

“Almost.” Nasta said indulgently. “Another two minutes.”

“I can’t wait that long!” Taren exclaimed as his siblings smiled or laughed at him.

“Not long, Taren.” Harry said softly, even as he yawned widely.

“Are you tired, Mum?”

“I’m always bloody tired.” Harry complained. “It comes with having thirty-seven kids, a grandchild and another one on the way.” He added with a smile towards Braiden and his mates.

“You love it, don’t try to pretend that you don’t.” Blaise insisted.

Harry grinned and looked at the clock. “I think that’s twenty seconds.” He reminded.

Of course that sent Taren into an excited spin and he watched the clock, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Ten!” He called out. “Nine!”

The other children joined in and Harry smiled as he watched them counting down to midnight.

“Three. Two. ONE!!!” They shouted together. “Happy New Year!”

Harry’s mouth was fought over by his four mates, he got Draco’s lips to his own, Blaise’s lips to his ear, Max’s to his cheek and Nasta kissed his neck.

Harry chuckled and held his four mates close. He looked around to see Braiden and Boden hugging Rowan between them, making room for the bulge of baby belly and the three of them looked so happy together. Farren and Sasha looked like they’d never come up for air.

“Happy New Year, my loves.” Harry said softly. “I hope this one goes even better than the last.”

“We’ll make sure that it does.” Nasta replied with a smile. “Our love for one another and our children will get us through anything.”

“We’ve been through worse.” Blaise reminded them. “We got through it to now, we’ll be fine.”

“We’re always fine in the end.” Max said with a wave of a massive hand before he kissed Harry soundly. “Happy New Year, gorgeous.”

“Right back at you, handsome.” Harry chuckled.

Taren came over and he clambered over Max and Blaise and hugged Harry carefully. He kissed Harry’s cheek before resting on him.

“I swear you’ve regressed.” Harry laughed. “Come here, baby.”

“You can’t regress if you haven’t grown up in the first place.” Taren told him cheekily.

“Too true, my son!” Max boomed.

Harry laughed lightly. “He takes so much after you.” He directed at Max.

“Don’t hurt, Mum.” Tegan chastised her brother sternly, a fierce scowl on her face.

“I’m alright, he’s fine.” Harry insisted.

“You’d say that even if you weren’t.” Leolin told him with a heavier scowl than his sister.

“Look at this.” Harry declared to Nasta. “All of your children are scowling at me!”

“It’s because he’s miserable.” Max said seriously.

“What about me?” Regan demanded.

“And me.” Taren piped up.

“You don’t count, you’re my babies.” Harry said as he petted Taren’s fluffy hair.

There were shouts from his other children and Harry laughed, trying to stave off the yawn at the same time.

“I think you need to get to bed.” Nasta said quietly.

“I won’t argue that.” Harry said with a smile. “Happy New Year, lovers.”

Harry shared a kiss with all four of his mates and then his children, including Boden, Rowan and Sasha.

“I’m heading up kids. Don’t stay up too late.” He said before he let Blaise carry him up the stairs to their bedroom.

Harry snuggled down into the bed and Blaise kissed him. “I’m going for a shower, I’ll be back soon.”

“I’ll probably be asleep by then.” Harry smiled.

“That’s alright, I’ll be quick so I can beat Max into the bed and spoon up behind you.”

Harry chuckled and he sighed relaxing down in the bed, trying not to aggravate his already sore and protesting stomach muscles. Twenty-fifteen had been a mixed barrel of good and bad. He hoped that twenty-sixteen was better and he hoped that he healed up more than he already had, because it seemed to him that, despite the physical caesarean wound healing, that he had healed very minimally in sixteen months.

He closed his eyes and he tried to empty his mind of thoughts. One minute he was awake and wondering what the next year would hold, the next he was fast asleep in the bed, getting a decent amount of sleep before the early morning, when Emerus would be getting back up again for more attention. They really needed to try and get Emerus some much needed independence with the New Year.

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A/N: Happy New Year, lovelies. A little late on the mark, but I fell asleep, so, yeah. A little late, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.

I’ll hit off the New Year now with The Black Heir in a couple of days, then another Scaled Bits chapters and maybe even some added chapters for The Pride of the Lions. It’s about time I sorted that fic out and turned it from a teaser to a WIP. I also want to finish Lycanthrope Factory before the Spring, so I’ll be focusing on the last few chapters of that too.

Anyway, Happy New Year, lovelies. I hope you’re all happy and healthy and I wish you all the best for the New Year, lovelies!

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