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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169733 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
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24th December 2020
Nasta – 60 Years
Max – 54 Years
Blaise – 41 Years
Draco – 40 Years
Harry – 40 Years

Braiden – 23 Years
Quints – 22 Years
Eva and Ave – 21 Years
Taren – 20 Years
Lai – 20 Years
Xabiere – 18 Years
Mace and Evie – 18 Years
Mollie – 17 Years
Ceri, Jason, Ethan, and Saeth – 16 Years
Seren and Senan – 14 Years
Lian – 13 Years
Phoebe, Neave, and Lucine – 12 Years
Loren – 11 Years
Cyneric and Kallan – 10 Years
Gage – 8 Years
Rosalia, Nia, and Vanora – 7 Years
Sextuplets – 6 Years
Lyran – 2 Years
Caronwen – 19 Months

Nicholas – 5 Years

Feed an Army

Max had had to go out three times in two days to make sure that they had enough for the Christmas period, and he hadn’t really been in the mood for it. Not this year. He’d even been accused of hoarding and taking from those more needy and he had almost lost his shit in the middle of a supermarket. He was stressed, worried, and just trying to give his family as normal a Christmas as he could.
He had taken a few deep breaths and had merely ignored the accuser, which had seemed to make her even angrier, as she followed him, honking like an angry goose, trying to ‘shame’ him into putting his items back, though Max smiled to remember that security had thrown her out of the store for not following social distancing measures.
He and his family were regular customers here, and the workers and managers knew them, and that they had just shy of forty kids, twenty-nine of whom lived with them currently, thirty if they included their little grandson, Nicholas. They had had to ask for permission for an exception to the product limitations that had been put into effect this year, which had been granted as long as they didn’t buy more than they usually did.
Considering they had loyalty cards with everywhere they shopped, the store would know exactly what they usually bought, and if they were buying anything more. They really weren’t, it just looked worse than it was because there were so fucking many of them.
But now it was Christmas Eve morning, and Max had shopped in three different supermarkets to get everything they needed to feed thirty-seven people. It felt strange that eight of their babies wouldn’t be there for dinner…the worst by far was the loss of their little Saeth, who was only sixteen. He had mated to his first dominant in October, and had found his second mate in November. He was pregnant already, despite only being mated for a few months, and he had told them that he was having twins who were due in May, obviously by his first dominant as he’d fallen pregnant before he’d mated to the second, and though he and his two mates had been invited to stay for Christmas, they had declined. Max knew that Harry had been crying in secret over the perceived ‘loss’ of one of their babies while so young, but Max knew that Saeth was in good hands…he’d made absolutely sure of that, especially after the complications of Saeth’s sexual assault while he’d been so very young. Their little boy was still in therapy after all, but his two dominants understood and fully supported their young mate. More than that, they, more than anything, seemed to helping Saeth to heal and Max was never more glad of anything in his life.
Max had rushed out a quick breakfast of egg and toast, before physically shooing everyone out, almost before they’d finished swallowing their last bite, so that he could start preparing vegetables for tomorrow. He sent a charm to the kitchen sink to start washing the breakfast dishes, after getting a sworn promise from Harry that Caronwen and Lyran wouldn’t be brought into the kitchen until lunch.
He started by fine dicing a small mountain of parsnips and carrots. If he could make the soup today, he’d ease something off his list at least.

“Where do you need me?”

Max looked over and almost sighed in relief to see competent hands. Xabiere was eighteen, almost nineteen, and despite that he was a fully-fledged dominant Dracken he was still unmated. He was as grumpy as Mace at times, but he wasn’t as desperate for a mate, or to fly the nest, as his younger brother was.

“Those potatoes need peeling if you’re willing to muck in for a bit.”

Xabe gave him a grin. “Just call me your own personal scullery maid.”

Max relaxed a little, Xabiere was in a good mood, and not one of those dark, sulking moods, and he was grateful for the help as he started the massive amounts of veg prep he had to do.

“Shouldn’t the meat have gone in by now?” Xabiere asked him curiously, and Max blinked, before realising that he hadn’t started roasting the meats. He cursed colourfully. Xabe shot him an amused grin.

“Do not tell your mum I said that. Or your dad Nasta for that matter!” Max said seriously as he went to switch on the oven. He should have started this before he’d done breakfast, not this bloody late.

“Hold on, I’m going to get more help.”

“Don’t ruin anyone’s mood. I’d rather have volunteers than conscripts.” Max said. “Having a happy house is much more important this close to Christmas.”

Xabe waved him off. “We all want to help, Dad, but most of the time we don’t know how. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Max finally got the joint of beef in the oven, it was the biggest joint he could find, and he’d bought two of them.
Xabiere came back into the kitchen herding several siblings like bleating sheep.

“What did I say about no conscripts?” He asked.

“They’re not conscripts!” Xabe insisted. “I just jabbed them a little.”

Max rolled his eyes.

“Where do you need us, Dad?” Mollie asked him.

“Who wants to tackle onions?” He teased.

All of the kids shouted out a denial, and Max laughed.

“Okay, okay. Someone come here and take over for me. This pile is for soup, so small dice. That pile just needs to be cleaned-up, then topped and tailed for roasting. The sprouts need to be peeled, the broccoli and cauli need to be prepped, the cabbage needs to be shredded, but remember to separate and cut some smaller for Lyran and Caronwen! I’ll sort out the onions and the butternut squash.”

Many hands made quick work of the prep, and despite the popular saying of too many cooks spoiling the broth, Max found that so many hands meant that he was less stressed, and his preparation was done hours before he had been expecting. There were advantages to having well trained, competent teenagers after all, and he had made absolutely sure that all of his children could cook, so that he and his mates could send them off into the world confident that they could at least feed themselves.
He sent the kids away, he put everything for the soup into two large, deep stock pots and set them to cooking, before putting everything else away ready for tomorrow. He swapped the second beef joint over for the pork loin, and then started cleaning up his counters. He sent another charm to the sink to start the washing up, before he went to have a small break for the first time since he’d woken up seven hours ago.

“Max, come, sit down.” Harry encouraged, and Max was very happy to follow his directions, as he sat himself down with a happy groan.

“How much do you have left to do?”

“Gotta bake the gammon and then roast that damn demon turkey, but not yet. The pork won’t be done for another two hours.”

“Your pork loin is amazing though, Dad.” Ceri told him.

Max grinned. “At least someone appreciates my cooking.”

“We all appreciate your cooking.” Blaise assured him, followed by the agreement of a dozen kids.

That made Max feel a million times better, and he sunk back into the settee.

“Want some tea?” Harry asked him, smiling.

“I would love some.” Max said, and Harry kissed him on the way past and Max allowed himself to relax.

He had everything well in hand, and thanks to the kids he was ahead even. He didn’t need to worry about anything until the timer went off. Until then, he was going to sit here and not move a muscle. Well, he wasn’t going to stand up, he thought to himself as Nicholas clambered onto his lap and snuggled into his chest…maybe they could take an afternoon nap together.

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A/N: Day ten, lovelies and poor Max tackling the veg prep, but at least he has older kids to help him now…older kids that he has personally trained no less. It used to be a lot harder on him when all the kids were little and he’d have to do everything by himself.

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