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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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Boxing Day 2019

Nasta – 59
Max – 53
Blaise – 40
Draco – 39
Harry – 39
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Braiden - 22
Quintuplets (Farren, Tegan, Regan, Calix, Leolin) - 21
Eva and Ave – 20
Taren – 19
Lai – 19
Xabiere – 17
Mace and Evie – 17
Mollie – 16
Quadruplets (Ceri, Jason, Ethan, Saeth) – 15
Seren and Senan – 13
Lian – 12
Triplets (Phoebe, Neave, Lucine) – 11
Loren – 10
Cyneric and Kallan – 9
Gage – 7
Triplets (Rosalia, Nia, Vanora) – 6
Sextuplets (Eiren, Eurai, Errai, Eris, Ellette, Emerus) – 5
Lyran – 1
Caronwen – 7 months
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Nico (?) – 4
Briallen (Braiden) – 3
Sinclair (Farren) - 2
Tessa (Eva) - 2
Jennifer (Ave) – 2
Julienne (Eva) - 1
Byron (Braiden) – 1
Isadora (Farren) – 1
Tulia (Ave) – 1
Alexandrine (Evie) – 1 week

Winter Warmer

Nasta was lost to his thoughts, as he rested back against the settee and surveyed his family with love and pride. It had been a hectic few days, very loud and boisterous. There had been fun and cheer, but also tears, shouts, and four small injuries. He automatically picked out his little sextuplets. Tiny Emerus, who was doing much better since they’d gotten a diagnosis for partial deafness, seemed none the worse for wear considering he had a goose egg on his forehead from falling onto one of his new toys. Eurei had also been hit by a thrown toy, and had a small cut on his back, he was snuggled up with Blaise, his blankie held in a loose fist as he had an early nap. One of their younger triplets, Vanora, had slipped on a floor full of peas, thrown there by the newly turned year old Lyran, and she had grazed her knee, and their Faerie twins, Cyneric and Kallan had started a fight with one another, and Cyneric had managed to catch just under Kallan’s eye with his fingernail just before they had been pulled apart.

“Yes, I’m the best!”

Of course Max would be the one to break the almost peace of the afternoon. He was playing board games with the kids, wearing a brand new outlandish jumper for the occasion, because he knew how much it made Harry laugh. This one was a very nice blue, but it had the unfortunate innuendo of ‘Jingle My Bells’ emblazoned across it in bright yellow. Harry had almost keeled over laughing, though he’d promised to jingle Max’s bells later that night. Max deserved to win all the board games though, for the outstanding feast he’d laid on for all of them, pretty much singlehandedly, for two days running now. Nasta would have been lost without him, and he knew it. He wasn’t talking about just over the festive period, either. This last year had proven just how much pressure Max could take on his considerable shoulders, and he’d proven all of those who would have doubted him wrong.
Nasta looked into his arms, at his beautiful baby daughter, Caronwen. She was just seven months old, but Nasta had truly turned his behaviour around since she had been born. He had gone for grief therapy, and he no longer felt stupid for doing so, for letting strangers comments of Caronwyn being ‘just an animal’ prevent him from seeking help and affecting his family life. He would never be that person again. His family was his entire world.

“Grandad Nasta, help me!”

Nasta looked down into the sweet face of his oldest grandchild, Nicholas, and he smiled at the toy being held out to him. He shifted Caronwen into his one arm and lifted Nico into his lap with the other.

“What’s wrong with it?” He asked, looking over the brand new toy.

“Unca Jason being mean!” Nico told him. “He took the power out!”

Nasta pressed a button, and sighed when there were no flashing lights or noises. Jason had taken out the batteries.

“Jason!” He called out, getting the attention of his fifteen year old son. “Bring those batteries here, right now.”

“He’s putting it in my ear, Dad!” Jason called back from the other side of the room.

“What have you done?” Leolin demanded of his brother, standing from where he’d been sat, reading a book to Cyneric and Kallan, and he stormed straight over to Jason. Nasta would have been calmer if Leolin wasn’t wearing the short sword of Faerie ‘adulthood’ at his hip.

“Leolin, I told you to put your sword in your bedroom!”

“It’s safer on me!” Leolin argued back, even as he snatched the four batteries from Jason and stomped over to put them back in Nico’s toy.

“Fix it!” Nico begged, holding up the toy to Leolin, who bent down and slotted the batteries back in easily.

Nico pressed a button and the obnoxious sounds and lights started again and he giggled and threw his arms around Leolin, who hugged him and picked him up, carrying him over to where he’d been sat. Cyneric and Kallan couldn’t deal with the sensory overload of the toy, but Leolin knew that, as he sat Nico in his mother’s lap before he slotted back between his Faerie siblings to carry on the story.

“He’s come on so well.”

Nasta looked up at Harry, who gave him a sly smile before walking around the settee and sitting beside him.

“I don’t like him having that sword around the kids.”

“I’ve never hated Dain and Kailen so much as when they presented that fucking sword to our eighteen year old baby.” Harry agreed. “But Leolin is right that it’s safer on him. If he left it in his room and one of the kids went in there and found it that could be disastrous. Leolin isn’t letting anyone near his sword, and he can keep better control of it on himself. Plus I think he likes showing off.”

Nasta snorted and threw his free arm around Harry and pulled him in close, inhaling deeply the scent of his mate. He needed to remind himself that Harry was still alive sometimes. That Harry had gone through a pregnancy, and a birth, alone and without knowing what was happening. Harry, and Caronwen too, had survived that almost fatal event. Even thinking about it, Nasta could close his eyes and see Harry in their blood soaked bed, the gash in his stomach still open, and Harry pale, gaunt, suffering, and close to death. He inhaled deeply and he smelt Harry now, he’d been drinking hot chocolate, and he smelt of the vanilla sugar cookies he always made at Christmas. He was warm and soft, in a red jumper with a yellow ‘H’ knitted onto the front. His gift from Molly Weasley. He’d never looked better to Nasta.

“How is our princess?” Harry asked, leaning over to look at Caronwen’s face.

“Fast asleep, and out for the count after all the mayhem today, I think she’s still recovering from yesterday too.”

Harry chuckled. “She’s so sweet. Such a nice temperament on her.”

The two of them shared a look and laughed.

“I haven’t seen such a temperamental baby since we had Taren.” Nasta grinned.

“Oh, those little fists he’d make when he wasn’t given the attention he wanted.” Harry laughed.

“Or when he was put down.” Nasta said, and he automatically looked out over the two rooms, and he found the nineteen year old Taren. He was sat with his older brothers and sisters, those who had stayed after dinner, laughing and joking.

“You know, both Taren and Caronwen are yours, Nasta. Why do you make all the temperamental babies?” Harry asked him teasingly.

“He’s so calm and collected that all his anger and rage passes down into his babies.” Blaise joked from the other settee.

Harry chuckled and turned to nuzzle his face into Nasta.

“It must be the Faerie blood.” Harry said with a grin. “All of your babies are touched by the Faerie blood, and all three of our Faeries are very temperamental.”

Nasta pretended to be annoyed with Harry and Blaise, but they saw straight through him, and just laughed. He was glad that the laughter and joy was back in their household. He had missed it in truth, he just hadn’t realised it while he’d been drowning under his grief.
He could barely leave his little girl alone, his Caronwen, who had come back to him. His beautiful little dragon princess.

“Lyran, stop it!”

Harry looked over immediately, sensing trouble, and he stood and swooped into the battleground before it became a fight, and they added another injury to the list of them they’d already had over the festive period. Harry picked up the year old Lyran, and snuggled him in, giving the upset party, Eris, a soft touch before carrying their little boy back over to the settee.

“You are trouble.” Nasta told their little baby, poking his little belly with a finger.

“All of Draco’s babies are trouble.”

Draco looked over and he glared at them. “That isn’t true!”

“Well Lyran and Eris were just fighting with one another, and they’re both yours.” Max pointed out with a grin.

“Your babies are terrible.” Draco told Max.

“Am not!” Mace shouted out.

Their seventeen year old was a huge, hulking boy, and he was still unmated, despite attending several meetings in his first year of Dracken life. Evie, on the other hand, had mated earlier that year, in January, to Judy, and they had then mated to Sam in February. Their first born, a little girl named Alexandrine, had been born just the week before.

“You’re the most awfulest!” Eiren told him. He was only five, but he was definitely full of attitude.

“You little toe rag!” Mace complained. “I let you have all of my marshmallows!”

Eiren just giggled and ran at Mace, clamouring for a cuddle.

“No.” Mace said, crossing his arms over his chest, pretending to be mad.

“Macie! Want cwtch.”

Mace chuckled and swept the little one up and snuggled him in, tiny Eiren almost disappearing behind the muscles of their biggest boy.

“Does anyone want a drink?” Harry asked, standing and stretching.

“Mummy, want tea!” Ellette called out, rushing to find her new ‘toy’ teapot. Nasta snorted, it wasn’t a toy at all, it was a real teapot from a real tea set, cups, saucers and all, it was just charmed unbreakable.

Harry took the drink order, and he went into the kitchen, Ellette on his heels with her teapot.
Nasta watched him go with a soft smile. He could have lost all of this, and he’d only have himself to blame.

“Are you feeling better?” Blaise asked, slipping himself out from under Eurei, and standing to stretch with a groan. He came to sit beside him, cuddling in like Harry had done.

“I’m feeling fine, Caru.” Nasta insisted, turning and kissing Blaise’s head. “I have come to terms with what happened, and my own behaviour, and I’ve made a commitment to change. I hope that you never have to see that side of me ever again.”

“I’m glad that you’re better.” Blaise told him, pulling back and sitting up to give him a proper kiss.

“Be careful with that teapot, Ellette!” Harry called out, just before Ellette came into the room again, giggling, and holding her teapot with both hands. She took it straight to the little table and poured a cup of tea for herself.

Eris took the teapot from her sister and poured her own cup, and then they were sitting down and having a proper tea party together.

“Those two are definitely girly-girls.” Blaise chuckled, watching his daughter play with Draco’s.

“They feed from one another, they’re as close as any twins that we’ve had.” Nasta agreed. “They share a special bond being the only two girls in a clutch of six, despite having different fathers.”

Harry came back into the room with three trays floating behind him. He was smiling, very pleased with himself for ‘bending’ the no lifting, or carrying rule that none of them wanted to repeal just yet…not after how Harry had given birth and almost died that May. They were terrified of losing him, so though they knew they were being overprotective prats, they would continue to behave as such until their fear of losing their beloved partner abated.
Harry put the trays down, and he handed out tea, hot chocolate, coffee, and juice. There were two bottles of warm milk. One was for Caronwen, the other…

“Milky!” Lyran cried out, toddling to the table and snatching the bigger bottle.

Harry smiled at him, watching as the year old put the teat into his mouth and started sucking. Nasta watched as Harry ruffled their son’s hair gently, before finishing off the drinks orders, and handing Nasta a cup of green tea, and sitting beside him again, this time on the side holding Caronwen, seeing as Blaise had taken his seat, and he took a sip of his own honey tea.
Lyran toddled over to them, and while still sucking on his bottle, he held an arm up to Blaise. Nasta watched with a smile as Blaise picked Lyran up and settled him in his arms.

“Do you want me to feed you, or do you just want to cuddle?” Blaise asked him.

Lyran stopped drinking and handed Blaise the bottle, even as he squirmed and made himself more comfortable in Blaise’s arms, laying back and snuggling in. Nasta chuckled as he watched. Blaise chuckled himself, before offering the bottle to Lyran and letting him latch back on.
Nasta watched as Blaise stroked through the jet black hair, even as the grey-blue eyes closed in contentment. Lyran would be down for a nap very soon.

“Oh, I love Boxing day.” Harry declared happily, stretching his feet out to rest them on the coffee table. Draco gave him a glare for it, but didn’t say anything. After what had happened to him in May, they were pretty much letting Harry get away with anything, and the little shit knew it too, but Nasta just smiled at him, getting a cheeky grin back. Harry knew that Draco hated him putting his feet on the table. He was punishing them all, by pushing their buttons, because they were still treating him like glass, or in his words ‘like he would drop down dead at any moment’, and Harry hated it, so he was going to push them until they gave in.
Caron squirmed lightly in his arms, a grunt in her throat, and Nasta’s attention was immediately diverted to her. She blinked open hazel eyes, that were more gold than brown, but still not the bright, unusual full gold of her full Faerie siblings, Leolin, Cyneric, and Kallan. But out of all the kids that had the Faerie hint, Caronwen had the ‘goldest’ hazel eyes, and they were beautiful.
He reached forward for the bottle, before she could cry and disturb the drifting Lyran, and he rubbed the teat over her cheek. Caronwen rooted for it, and latched on, sucking strongly.
Nasta looked over to see Harry watching, that smug, proud look on his face he got whenever he looked at his beautiful babies. Nasta loved that look on Harry’s face. It was pure submissive Dracken, and it made Nasta’s own Dracken sit up and take notice, it made him feel proud and smug to see that look on Harry’s face.

“I win again!” Max sang out, teasing their kids.

“You’re cheating, Daddy!” Lucine insisted. She, and her triplet sisters, had turned eleven last July, so they had headed to Hogwarts for the first time in September. They all seemed to be doing wonderfully well, but the three of them were joined at the hip. As a result, the only thing they had declared of the sorting hat was that it didn’t separate them all. Lucine, who was their youngest triplet, had gone up first, and she had all but beaten the sorting hat to put her in Ravenclaw…Neave and Phoebe were also Ravenclaws because they didn’t want to be separated from one another, so while the two younger girls weren’t perhaps in the house that best suited them, their biggest fear had been being alone. Thus all three of them were Ravenclaws, and while Draco had been expecting his two triplet daughters to be in Ravenclaw and Slytherin respectively, Lucine (named for her grandfather Lucius) refused to be separated from Phoebe, and Blaise’s little girl, Neave, had also refused to be separated, so all three of them were now Ravenclaws. Draco grumped that at least it wasn’t Gryffindor.

“I’m not cheating!” Max argued. “I’m just really good at this game.”

“Max, stop cheating!” Harry called out.

Nasta chuckled as Max turned his head to gape at a smirking Harry.

“I never cheat!” Max declared.

“A liar too, well well.” Draco chimed in.

Max gasped, and turned to Draco this time.

“I’m not a liar, either!” Max insisted.

“Lies!” Harry cried. “All lies!”

Max growled playfully and he got onto his hands and knees and crawled to Harry. Nasta laughed as Harry was tugged from the settee and onto the floor. A small part of him, a part that was all Dracken, wanted to fight Max for daring to harm their submissive, but the overruling human part, and half of his Dracken self too, realised that it was time to allow Harry more freedom and movement. He had survived the birth of Caronwen, he had recovered very well all things considering, and he was fine. It was almost a New Year, it was almost twenty-twenty, and it was time to start getting back to their normal selves, and that definitely included him too.

“Max!” Harry cried out, laughing and squirming, as Max attacked Harry’s neck with his mouth. “Stop!”

“I’ll save you, Mummy!” Their seven year old Gage called out, and he leapt onto Max’s back, skinny arms going around his father’s neck and tugging.

Nasta was full out laughing as Max was pretty much swarmed and then squashed by a dozen kids all trying to ‘save’ their mother, who was underneath everything and probably as flat as a pancake.
Draco made to move towards the squirming pile of bodies, a worried look on his face, but Nasta waved him back. He could hear Harry, breathless with laughter, no distress, fear, or pain in his voice. He was enjoying himself, and that was all Nasta wanted.

“I surrender! I surrender!” Max called out, laughing himself, as he tried to ‘give-up’ while he was being tugged and pulled in every direction by a gaggle of kids.

Their ten year old Loren was the one to help Harry out of the pile. Harry who was in a worse state than Max as he was laughing too hard to talk.

“We rescued you, Mummy!” Loren told him.

“Tha…thank you, baby.” Harry managed to gasp out, giggling, trying to breathe enough to regain control.

“Leo, help Ma!” Cyneric demanded, tugging on Leolin’s arm.

“Ma!” Kallan called out, trying to slip the settee and race to his mother, but Leolin easily kept him in place with an arm around him.

Harry giggled some more, took a few steadying breaths, shared a look with Max and giggled again, before walking over to the clamouring Faeries.

“I’m fine, sweetheart. How are my three favourite Faerie babies?”

Harry kissed Kallan, then Cyneric, and then Leolin, who despite being twenty-one, just five days from turning twenty-two, accepted Harry’s kiss with a wholeheartedness that Nasta wished all of the kids had.

“Ma, hurt!” Cyneric demanded.

“No, I wasn’t hurt, Cyn. We were just playing.”

Despite his assurances, Nasta watched as the nine year old Faeries twins scanned their mother for injuries.

“Leo, Leo didn’t help!” Kallan accused.

“Unlike you two little brats I knew Ma didn’t need help.” Leolin said. “Besides, I was told I wasn’t allowed to use my sword on family.”

Nasta hoped that Leolin was joking about that, but looking at his son’s serious face, he had the sinking feeling that Leolin wasn’t, and that if he had felt that Harry was truly in danger, then he would use that damn sword without hesitation. He had the urge to snatch it from Leolin and destroy the damn thing.

“Calm yourselves.” Harry said softly, giving his Faerie babies a gentle pat each. Nasta felt calmer too, just hearing his reassuring voice. Harry had that effect on all of them.

“Cuddle, Ma!” Kallan demanded, holding his arms out.

Nasta closed his eyes, and breathed through the automatic urge to stand and put a stop to it, as Harry picked up the nine year old. It was time to get back to normal. It was time to stop smothering Harry, no matter how well intentioned they were in doing so. Harry had recovered from birthing Caronwen, he was as fit and strong as he’d ever been. He proved it by picking up Kallan and snuggling him into his neck.
Kallan might have been nine, but he was a Faerie, and was more in line with a five year old, but five year old or not, if Harry hadn’t been one hundred percent recovered, he wouldn’t have been able to pick Kallan up, especially not with the ease that he had done so, as he started swaying with his Faerie baby, humming lightly to him, stroking his back.

“Is that okay?” Blaise asked him, whispering under his breath.

Nasta nodded, and turned from the endearing sight of Harry and Kallan to smile at Blaise.

“It’s time.” He said shortly.

“Has he recovered enough?” Blaise queried.

“More than enough.” Nasta soothed. “He’s fine. He’s wonderful. It’s time.”

Blaise inhaled deeply, and nodded. He looked out at Harry with Kallan, and he smiled. Nasta did exactly the same, as Kallan was drifting on his mother’s shoulder.
Leolin had Cyneric in his arms, over his lap, as he stroked up and down his brother’s arm with gentle fingertips. It worked like a treat to get Cyneric to sleep, and Leolin knew it, as it had been the same trick they had learnt to put him to sleep. Faeries loved everything sensory, especially if it involved nature.

“Is he napping, Leolin?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, Mum.” Leolin answered. “Do you want me to take them to bed?”

“Go on. They need their nap.”

Nasta watched as Harry passed Kallan to Leolin, who carried both of his brothers up to their room. Harry came back to him and sat beside him, after a quick detour to give Max a kiss, who had been challenged to a rematch by the kids, and was winning again, of course.

“I love days like this.” Harry said, giving him a massive grin.

“I do too, Caru.” Nasta said, throwing an arm around him, as their baby girl fell back to sleep in his arms.

“Definitely.” Blaise agreed, as he held the sleeping Lyran, tipping himself sideways to rest on Nasta’s other side.

Nasta smiled at them both, before kissing them in turn. The three of them flinched as a high shriek cut through the peace, but it was only Rosalia and Nia playing together. They chuckled at one another. This was as peaceful as they ever got, but truly, none of them would change it for the world. Lazy days in front of the fire, on Boxing Day, surrounded by family was the best thing in the world. Nasta looked around at all the carnage, the mountains of toys that filled both rooms, his kids everywhere, hell he even had grandkids everywhere, but still it was everything that he’d wanted, everything that he needed. He loved his family, and never again would he lose himself so deeply in his grief that he threatened to tear them apart. Never.

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A/N: Happy Holidays, lovelies. Not much to say, but I thought it might be nice to post a chapter over the festive period, and here it is, I hope you liked it, and that you’re all enjoying yourselves.

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