The Rise of the Drackens

Harry comes into a very unexpected inheritance. He is a creature both rare and very dangerous, a creature that is black listed by the British Ministry. So now he must avoid detection at all costs, whilst choosing his life partners and dealing with impending pregnancy at just sixteen. With danger coming not just from the Ministry but even other creatures, what was he supposed to do?


73. Chapter Seventy-Two – Betrayal Part 1

Harry was practically dragged to meet Marisa's mother, Janine, who was pregnant and standing with her Husband and mate, Rory if he remembered correctly, who was pressed almost completely against her side.

"Mummy look!" Marisa exclaimed.

"Who is this, darling?" She asked, giving Harry a dark look that softened when she clocked Braiden on his hip.

"He helped me with my beads and I put beads in his hair last year." Marisa exclaimed.

Janine's eyes widened in recognition as Harry smiled at her.

"Oh I hardly recognised you without them!" She laughed. "This would be the contents of that little bump of yours?"

Harry smiled with a nod and handed Braiden over to her happily and picked Marisa up when she demanded it.

"Oh we can swap." Janine laughed. "She's a little terror; I wish she was this little one's age again."

"Braiden's just learnt to crawl and he's already showing signs of wanting to be on his feet, I'll happily swap all of mine for Marisa. I don't think I've slept properly for over a year."

"All of yours? But, do you not only have the one?" Janine shared a look with her Husband who was looking at him critically.

"No, I have six."

"But last year you didn't have any and you were only a few months pregnant."

Harry nodded. "I had Braiden in August and I fell pregnant immediately afterwards in a freak accident when Braiden was only four days old. I had quintuplets that were born at the end of December."

"Oh you poor man!" Janine laid a soft hand on his shoulder. "You have a nine month old and five, four month old children and you're still in school aren't you? My word, how do you get anything done?!"

Harry smiled. "The benefit of having four dominants to help out, though I admit it's a struggle for all of us. So if you'd like to collect the other five, I'd happily swap you for this little wonder." Harry brushed Marisa's nose with his index finger and she giggled in delight.

"That's alright; I'd rather have two Marisa's than look after six under one year olds." Rory told him, he looked astonished.

"Did you have any daughters? I know it's difficult for all males to have little girls. You did have an all-male group didn't you?"

"Yes, I have all male mates and yes, we have one daughter and five sons, she's the third oldest and we believe she's a fraternal twin with one of her brothers, they look like mirror images of one another and her brother was clutching her thumb as I birthed them."

"Oh, she sounds adorable, but five sons, my word, your mates must be proud."

"I dare say they'd be proud if I birthed a three headed octopus with no eyes. Our lives revolve around the children now and it does make it difficult, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Ma ma?" Braiden called out curiously, his indigo eyes searching him out and a grin taking over his face as he spotted him. "Mama!"

"Ooo, look, Mummy! The baby's talking!" Marisa exclaimed excitedly. "Will my new brother or sister talk to me?"

"Not for a while, Marisa Princess." Rory told her, the gooey look on his face that most doting Father's got when their 'Princesses' did something suitably adorable or pride worthy.

"Newborn babies don't do very much of anything." Janine explained. "We have to be very careful of the new baby for a long while and baby won't be talking for at least five or six months."

"Months?" Marisa cried. "That's forever!"

Harry chuckled. "I'm glad it's not, these last few months have been terribly difficult, but they've flown by, I look at all six of them and I can remember clearly what they were like at birth and I can't help but wonder what happened and where the time has gone."

Janine nodded understandably. "I know what you mean, it seems…seems like only yesterday when I had my little Marisa and I've blinked and suddenly she's this wonderful, gorgeous five year old girl." The woman sniffed and Harry had the same horrified look on his face that Rory did as she started tearing up.

"I…come on, love, it's alright. It wasn't actually as short as a blink; we have photos of her growing up."

"I know, but I'm pregnant again now and we're having our second child, what if this baby grows up as fast as our Marisa?"

"I'm sure the baby won't be able to help it." Rory explained, at a complete loss as to what to actually do or say to his mate.

Harry put Marisa down when she squirmed and then she darted off as soon as her little sandaled feet hit the floor. Harry blinked and felt a thrill of fear for her running around on her own.

"She'll be fine." Rory said understanding the look on his face. "My family have a trust policy, we have always had it, we won't let our submissives ruin our children, so we teach them to let the children go. So far Marisa has been absolutely fine, she's probably seen one of her friends is all."

Harry nodded. "I won't let myself act like some of the submissives I've seen and I believe the Maddison's at least follow the same sort of policy…"

"You're mated to a Maddison?" Rory asked his eyes widening.

"I…yes. Max, Maximilius, he was my third mate."

"Oh dear Merlin."

"It's alright, he won't do anything." Harry frowned.

"No, it's not that. It's just…no one gets on Myron Maddison's bad side. No one. And everyone knows that the best and fastest way to get on his bad side is to hurt or upset one of his family, mates of children and siblings included."

"Well you haven't upset me, so it's fine."

Rory nodded. "The Maddisons are very highly respected Drackens, what they went through…" Rory trailed off shaking his head. "Alexander helped reform the mating rites to make it safer for both dominants and submissives to come together in the same room without deaths and Myron helped reform the Submissive Protection Act in nineteen-eighty-seven, the Elders were considering asking Alexander to become part of the Counsel, but he refused. He wants to spend every moment he can get with his family, not be pulled away by Counsel business."

Harry smiled. "That sounds just like Alexander."

"Oh, I think this little one needs a change." Janine cut in sniffing Braiden delicately. "Do you want me to take him?"

"Oh no, of course not, I wouldn't subject you to that in your condition." Harry chuckled taking Braiden from her carefully.

"The changing rooms are just outside the doors, next to the bathrooms." Rory told him as Harry looked around for the changing rooms that Nasta had mentioned were here.

"They need sign posts or something." Harry muttered as he thanked them both politely and wandered off with an uncomfortably squirming, stinky Braiden.

Harry found everything that he could have possibly needed in the changing rooms, located in between the male and female toilets, there were piles of different kinds of nappies, from disposable to cloth, wipes, talc, medicated creams, potions and even spare briefs for children who had gotten a little overexcited and had an accident. He understood now why Nasta had insisted that it was not necessary to bring a nappy bag with them at all.

"There we go, all clean and fresh." Harry exclaimed as he pulled up Braiden's smart trousers and smoothed down his dress robes.

Braiden giggled at him and Harry couldn't help smiling at him as he cuddled him into the crook of his arm, cleaning up the changing station that he had used before heading back out into the corridor to rejoin the meeting halls.

"You think you're so special!"

Harry turned around curiously, not actually expecting to be the one that comment was aimed at, but he saw Rebecca Silvermoss chug back a glass of white wine and teeter towards him on her too high heels.

"Excuse me?" He asked, turning his body away from her slightly to shield Braiden more.

"Max was supposed to be my mate! That's supposed to be my child!" She slurred looking at Braiden with a gleam in her glassy, unfocused eyes.

Harry took in a deep inhale and looked around, out here was nearly deserted, though there was a guard watching them closely. Harry stepped back a bit, more towards the guard.

"You're not having my child." Harry said loudly and the guard pushed immediately off from the wall, his gun coming out from under his open blazer as he approached them.

Rebecca had shoved him hard in the chest and tried to snatch Braiden quicker than Harry would have thought she would be able to and he panicked, sending off a distress call as he felt Braiden leaving his arms. He lashed out from where he had fallen on the floor and he caught her knee with his foot as he lurched up to snatch Braiden back into his own arms and the guard was suddenly upon them, expertly separating them off from one another and pinning Silvermoss to the wall with his gun pressed tight over her throat.

Braiden was crying hysterically and Harry curled over him, supporting and comforting him, sniffing him desperately for any injuries he might have gained, clutching him tightly before the familiar scents of his mates were surrounding him. Large hands touched his back, more tried to lift his face and he let them manoeuvre him until they could see his face, into his stricken eyes.

"What happened?" Myron asked in a deadly tone, hunched in front of him.

"She tried to snatch Braiden from me." Harry told them as he refused to let Braiden be parted from his arms. "She said that Max was hers and that Braiden was hers and she tried to take him. She almost got him from me!"

Myron stood up to his formidable height of six foot ten inches and Harry almost cowered back from the look in his black eyes as he turned to Rebecca Silvermoss and stood so close to her that they had to have been touching. Harry could hear soft hissing and harsh whispering, but he couldn't make any words out, but he trusted Myron to look after them, no matter what, or from who.

"Where are the other children?" He asked as he realised the only baby around them was Braiden; even Leolin had gone from the sling on Nasta's front.

"With Marianna, Narcissa, Lucius and Max's sisters." Nasta informed him as he sat on the floor and pulled Harry onto his lap. "You don't bring your children to the battlefield; you leave them safe with family."

Harry nodded and he breathed deeply to calm his Dracken down, it helped that his mates were all calm around him, soothing him and bringing him back from the edge of irrational behaviour.

"Do you want to go home?" Blaise asked him softly, but his hands were clenched in anger, his nails biting into the palms of his hands to keep himself grounded.

Harry shook his head. "No. I'm fine. I won't let her ruin a once a year meeting, though I swear right now if she tries for Braiden, or any of my children again, she's dead."

Nasta stood up with Harry in his arms before placing him gently on the ground.

"Do you want her removed from the meeting halls, Harry sweet one?"

Harry looked over at the familiar voice of Elder Quintalus Trintus and he smiled at the kindly man who had been his grounding rock during his meetings, who had taught him and looked after him. He had liked Elder Trintus and he had missed the man.

He shook his head. "That's alright, Elder, she can stay as long as she knows that the next time she goes for my child, she'll lose her life and quite possibly her eyes and head too."

The group of seven or so Elders nodded easily, as if Harry hadn't just threatened to blind and behead someone, and Harry went to Elder Trintus happily and allowed the man to coo over Braiden, though he couldn't bear to let him out of his arms. He was holding him so tightly that Braiden could barely squirm, let alone move, but he would rather that than have him snatched and gone from him.

Harry caught up with Elder Trintus, he met Elder Midate and got to know Elder Kirrian better, Max stood like a silent shadow protector at his back, his body stiff with tension as if expecting an imminent attack. The Elders seemed to approve of Max and his actions if their proud looks were any indication.

After a while Harry said his goodbyes to the Elders and he moved back into the meeting halls, where everyone was looking at him, oh they tried not to, tried to do it inconspicuously and subtly, but Harry still caught the glances and the not so subtle stares.


Harry blinked at the large man suddenly in front of him, not as tall or broad as Max, Nasta or even Draco, but an inch or so taller than Blaise, but still, he was impressive and handsome. Something flashed in his mind and he grinned widely, moving to carefully hug the man in front of him, who he recognised from the familiar facial scarring.

"Arsenio. I haven't seen you in ages, how have you been?" He asked happily.

He was still tall, about six foot three, but he had more grey hair than the last time that Harry had seen him at his own mate meetings what seemed like forever ago. He was still handsome, despite the claw marks going down the one side of his cheek and he was still as well dressed as he had been in his mate meetings.

The man nodded curtly. "I have been well. Are you alright? I recognised your distress call from your meetings, but the guards wouldn't let anyone but your family and the Elders through."

Harry huffed. "Some widowed hussy thought that she could get with my mate and snatch my child, she almost got him away from me so I sent out the call, but I got him back."

"He is very cute." Arsenio complimented.

Harry smiled happily at that.

"Is the 'widowed hussy' still alive?"

Harry nodded. "Yes. If she tries for him again though I won't be so lenient."

"Most wouldn't have been lenient in the first place; you truly are different from every other submissive in every way."

"I'm taking that as a compliment." Harry teased with a smile.

Arsenio smiled back and inclined his head. "It was meant as one."

Harry caught up with Arsenio for the next hour, much to Max's annoyance, though he didn't show it, but Harry could feel it in the way his body pressed against him.

Arsenio was still unmated and at forty-six, he now expected to remained unmated for life, Harry cheered him up and told him that not every submissive was the same and that someday, one submissive just perfect for him would pop up and he'd be happy that he had waited and hadn't mated to anyone just for the sake of it. That had made the weary man smile and Harry felt happy enough to leave Arsenio and let Max steer him towards the bar.

"I need another drink after that; do you want a grape juice?"

Harry shrugged. "Do they have just fruit juice? I don't think my stomach could handle anything sparkling right about now. It's so tight and knotted that anything bubbly is going to make me sick."

"Of course they do." Max smiled at him. "What juice did you want?"

Harry shrugged again. "Any, I don't mind as long as it's not sparkling."

"Hey, I heard what happened, everyone's talking about it." Steffan greeted with a worried look.

"It was Silvermoss, do you remember her?"

Steffan's face screwed up. "I think so. Arrogant bitch, got rid of everyone over the age of twenty and rejected you because of your tiny wings."

Max grinned. "Yeah, I'm so glad that she did too, I wouldn't have had my gorgeous Harry otherwise. Imagine missing out on this?" Max pulled Harry into his body and kissed him before turning back to Steffan with a grin. "Oh wait, you did."

Steffan grinned. "Good thing too or you'd still be without a mate."

Harry snorted and bounced Braiden higher. "Can I get an apple juice please? Non-sparkling."

"Sure thing, sweetie and who is this cute little guy?"

"This is our firstborn son. Braiden."

"Zabini's kid yeah?"

Harry nodded, accepted his chilled apple juice and wandered off towards where he had last seen the family. He found them before he reached where they had been before and he snuggled into Draco's side, sipping his apple juice.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Draco asked.

Harry sighed. "Yes, I'm just tired and everyone staring at me and talking about me doesn't help."

"Where's Max?" Alexander cut in.

"Over by the bar talking to his friend Steffan. I'm sure Myron will be able to see him."

"What makes you say that?" Richard asked, his voice was almost gone, but he managed a whispered croak.

"They have to be the tallest people in the room, all they have to do is look around and they'll spot one another because everyone else is head and shoulders shorter than them."

Myron snorted and gave a smirk. He looked around and he nodded.

"I see him; I see the top of his head by the bar."

"See? I told you. When you're near seven feet, no one else can compare, you must be head, shoulders and half your chest taller than everyone else."

Myron gave him a sly grin and Harry's smile faded as he was grabbed and hoisted up on those shoulders with Braiden, who screeched in absolute joy.

"How does it feel to be over seven feet?" Myron asked him, holding him securely.

"Disorientating, how do you manage this all the time? It's horrible being up here."

"Braiden likes it." Myron told him, listening to the happy coos and screeches.

"Yes he does. I could do without it though. Oh! I really can see Max." He giggled.

Myron snorted and slipped him down into his arms, kissed his temple, kissed Braiden's cheek and set him back on the floor, all without spilling his apple juice.

"You've done that before."

"Of course I have. I had five very active, very boisterous children who loved climbing all over Daddy and being up high. Caesar loved it, he hated being shorter than Max, whenever we went for walks, he had to be up taller than Max, I'd usually have Caesar and one of the girls on a shoulder each and Richard would have another of the girls. When he was older, and taller, Max would carry one of his sisters around to copy us, do you remember that phase?"

Richard nodded with a happy, reminiscent grin.

"We couldn't help climbing on you, Daddy." Alayla smiled.

"I know, love. But having a clump of my hair yanked out because you and your sister started fighting on my shoulders is not the most pleasurable of experiences."

Richard choked out a laugh. "I remember that!" He gasped out.

"Stop talking until your voice comes back, Richard."

"Myron is right, Richard." Kimberly chastised. "Rest your throat."

Richard frowned, but he remained silent, he did sidle up to Myron and lean against him though and Harry smiled as almost unconsciously, Myron's arm wrapped around him and held him tighter even as he carried on his conversation with his Father.

He hoped that nothing else happened to their family, he couldn't stand to have them broken up or destroyed, it was bad enough with Max's attitude towards his own Mother, though Harry would admit, out loud too, that he wasn't happy with her himself. Especially as she had outright refused the help of a mind Healer, without seeing the Healer once, it just dragged up all his stubbornness and anger with her and he firmed himself not to let her near his babies until she got help, until she got herself sorted out. He would be happy to include her in his life and his children's lives, but only once he was sure that she was in her right mind and not a moment before.

Harry collapsed onto the bed with a sigh and he spread his body over it. Blaise fell next to him and shoved him over.

"That was a horrible night, I blame you!" Blaise hissed at Max.

"I can't help it if I'm irresistible!" Max laughed.

"He couldn't have known Mossy would have gotten even more pissed drunk on white wine and tried to attack him." Harry grinned; using his new nickname for Rebecca Silvermoss, who had thoroughly disgraced herself at this year's meeting and likely wouldn't be invited for next year's meeting.

"She didn't attack me, she sort of fell short." Max giggled.

Harry laughed with him, remembering her screaming and shouting like a lunatic, approaching Max intent on hitting him, only to slip on her high heels and end up at his feet.

"Women fall at my feet!" Max declared, spinning around and falling on the bed.

"As long as you don't expect us to." Draco muttered, shedding his dress robes.

"You've had far too much to drink." Nasta shook his head, giving Max's bum a playful swat.

"If you want to make anything of it, you've gotta spank me harder than that."

Harry chuckled and slipped out of his dress robes.

"Oh, never mind, I have a sex slave stripping in front of me." Max chuckled, putting his chin on his folded hands to watch him.

"Sex slave?" Harry snorted. "You're my slave, lover boy."

"Do you wish for me to strip, Master?"

Harry shook his head with a laugh and he tossed his robes to the side, throwing his uncomfortable, formal trousers after them.

"Oh now that's a better view." Max said as he dragged Harry towards him by an ankle.

"Hey!" Harry called out, laughing as he found himself being covered by Max and having his neck bitten and sucked.

"Alright, alright, pack it in. Harry and Blaise have a big day tomorrow, they need their sleep." Nasta told them, breaking them up.

Harry chuckled and snuggled into Draco and Blaise, leaving Nasta to wrestle a drunken Max from his clothes and tuck him in.

"I guess I'm on the night feeds then." Nasta rolled his eyes. "Stay in that bed and get to sleep, Max." He ordered as Max tried to get out from under the duvet.

"I'm not tired." He whined.

"Yes you are, you just don't know that you are."

"How is that even possible?"

"Sleep now or you'll be on the settee with a sleeping potion."

"Fine." Max huffed.

"I've never seen him like this." Harry chuckled.

"It's what he's like on champagne. It makes him act different than when he's drunk on wine and he's different again when he's had too much beer." Nasta shook his head. "You're not twenty anymore, Max, you have to stop doing this."

"You…you're not my Mother." Max declared sleepily.

"Thank Merlin for small mercies, now just get to sleep." Nasta answered.

"Are you coming to join us, Nas?" Harry asked as he realised that Nasta wasn't getting into the bed.

"I'm going to check on everything, check the kids and then come to bed, I'll be ten minutes." Nasta said softly.

Harry nodded and snuggled back into the warm pile of bodies. He was fast asleep before Nasta came back almost exactly ten minutes later to strip out of his clothes and slip into the bed with the rest of them.

Harry woke up early the next morning and didn't know why until he heard loud retching in the bathroom. He looked in the bed, to find Draco and Blaise cuddled together, but Max and Nasta were missing.

He groaned and checked on Leolin in his bassinet beside the bed. He was still sleeping soundly.

Harry padded down the stairs carefully and into the bathroom to find Nasta comforting Max, whose head was buried down the toilet.

"Is he okay?" Harry asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes to try and wake himself up a bit more.

"It's early, love, go back to bed. Max'll be fine, his body is just reminding him why it's a bad idea to drink so much in one night." Nasta told him very softly, telling Harry that Max probably had a banging headache from the violent vomiting and the onset of a very bad hangover.

Harry shook his head and came to kneel beside them, patting Max's naked, sweaty shoulder.

"I can't sleep now, it's too early to be awake, but too late to get any decent amount of sleep, I'll end up feeling worse for any more sleep." He explained quietly.

"Go and get some tea then, Max could certainly use a cup to sooth his stomach."

Harry nodded and he went out into the kitchenette, sending a short wave of magic to the fire to set it going, it was freezing this early in the morning even if it was almost summer.

He boiled the kettle and poured three cups of tea, he carried two into the bathroom, to find Max leaning fully against Nasta, looking pathetic, tired and unwell.

"You brought this on yourself." Nasta told him as Max groaned weakly. "Thank you, Harry. Here, drink this, Harry made you tea."

"Thank you, Harry." Max replied, sounding terrible.

"That's alright, you get better in time for the match, you hear me, Blaise and I will never forgive you if you miss our last ever game. The last one at Hogwarts at least." Harry grinned.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Max answered before he gulped the tea down.

Harry went to the bedroom and checked on his children, picking up Regan as his eyes were the only pair open, before checking on Braiden in his new room, who was also just waking up.

Harry carried them both out into the living room and placed them on the carpet with a pile of toys as he made Braiden and Farren baby cereal for breakfast and got the others' bottles set up ready. He kept a stern eye on the two over on the rug; Braiden was showing off his crawling skills to Regan, who was on his belly, pushing up with his arms to look around himself curiously and with more than a little interest.

Harry made breakfast, only some eggs and toast, he didn't have the time to mess about with doing a big, fancy breakfast as well as feeding Braiden and Farren and doing four bottle feeds on top of that. He put a warming spell on the plates and made up four bottles, letting them cool down as he went to check on the four babies left in the bedroom, Farren, Calix and Tegan were awake and gurgling to one another, or to themselves, he wasn't entirely sure as he moved them into the living room, before climbing the stairs in the bedroom to the huge platform above and checking on Leolin who was still fast asleep in his bassinet, but Draco was stirring on the bed.

"Breakfast is ready when you are, Draco." He said quietly as he picked Leolin up, he got a soft grunt of acknowledgement back so he carried Leolin carefully down the stairs.

Harry placed him into the bassinet in the living room and spared a look for his children, hauling Braiden back with his brothers and sister when he went out of the circle of safe space that he had set out for his children, Braiden was disgruntled, but his head was level with all manner of table corners while he was crawling and Harry couldn't take that chance.

He boiled the kettle again to make more tea before he put Farren into Braiden's highchair, because they only had one at the moment, and he fed the very happy boy his smooth cereal.

Harry had noticed that Farren opened his mouth very wide for the spoon, as if he didn't want to waste a single spoonful of food, where Braiden barely opened his mouth at all and Harry had to manipulate the spoon into his mouth, getting most of his food onto his cheeks and chin in the process.

Harry fed Farren happily, Braiden not so happily, before Calix started grizzling for his own breakfast.

"Two minutes, love!" Harry called out as he scraped Braiden's bowl for a last spoonful. "Come on baby." He pleaded, trying to get the spoon through barely opened lips. "Just a little wider Braiden baby, please."

Harry forced the spoon into Braiden's mouth, letting him nibble on it and swallow the cereal, before using the spoon to wipe his face; he fed him the last bit as Calix started full out crying.

"Alright, Calix love!" Harry said as he used a cloth to wipe Braiden's face and hauled him from the highchair and settled him back on the floor.

Harry scooped up Calix and rocked him gently. He tested the bottle against his forearm and then, relieved at the warm temperature, he shoved it into Calix's wailing mouth.

Draco came out perfectly showered and dressed, but he looked uncomfortable.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked curiously.

"I need a piss, but Max has his head buried down the toilet and every time Nasta tries to move him, he starts vomiting again." Draco grumbled.

"Ah. Can you hold it or should I remove Max's head for you and give him a bucket?"

"I can hold it for a little longer; I have more self-control than that, but I did drink a lot last night."

"If he's not out after you've eaten, I'll drag him out. He's been in there for over two hours. Is Blaise awake yet?"

"He's getting there."

Harry nodded and finished feeding Calix, burped him and settled him back on the floor before hefting up Regan and shoving a bottle in his mouth. Tegan was next and then Harry tried to wake up Leolin for his feed, but he wasn't having any of it, so he left him and ate his own breakfast as Blaise came out, partially dressed in his Quidditch uniform, his gorgeous legs were encased in greyish-silver leggings, his muscled chest covered by the same colour vest.

"You need to get ready, Harry." Blaise told him.

Harry snapped out of his daze and groaned. "I know, give me a minute!"

Harry scoffed down the last of his breakfast and he almost broke the plate by throwing it into the sink and of course Leolin took that moment to wake up crying.

Harry sighed and picked him up carefully, holding him tightly as he held the teat of the bottle out to him and watched as he latched on.

"When do you have to take him to meet the stupid Faeries?" Draco asked.

"Don't call them stupid, Draco, Leolin's a Faerie too. But it'll definitely be after graduation, I can't even think at the minute, let alone plan a trip to the Faerie city. I want to be settled and secure first, until then, there's not a chance, no matter how many demanding letters they send to Aneirin and Nasta."

"Who's sending me letters?" Nasta asked as he supported Max into the kitchen gently.

Max inhaled once, then dived back towards the bathroom. Harry rolled his eyes as he finished feeding Leolin, burped him and settled him on a little beanbag, so he wasn't flat on his back, but was upright somewhat and still fully supported.

"Eat your breakfast, Nas, I'll go and see to him." Harry sighed.

Harry went into the bathroom and found Max lying flat on the floor, he checked him over and bright blue eyes blinked open at him.

"Oh, you are conscious then."

Max just groaned. "Don't sound so upset about it."

"You did bring this on yourself. You drank a hell of a lot last night." Harry replied. "How are you feeling?"

"The world is spinning." Max laid his head against the tile floor and sighed. "The floor is cold and so nice."

"Please tell me you can shake this off before the match." Harry begged. "You still sound drunk."

"I think I might be." Max groaned. "Go and get me one of those potions that stops it."

"I don't think Nasta will let you."

"I don't care, I want one." Max groaned pathetically. "I'll be able to watch the match fine if I have one as well."

Harry sighed. "Okay, give me a minute. Don't go anywhere."

Harry chuckled as he looked at Max spread out on the floor by the toilet, wearing only his loose boxer shorts, pressing as much skin against the cool tile as possible. Max wasn't going anywhere without help for a while. Not without a potion at the very least.

He went back into the living room to find his three mates scoffing their breakfasts, watching the time and watching the babies, who still needed their baths and dressing for the day.

"Is Max alright?" Nasta asked as he came into the kitchenette and pulled down the first aid kit, though it was more like a large jewellery chest.

"He wants a sobriety potion. He's going to get hell for doing this on our big day!" Harry huffed, mock angrily as he found the little vial labelled as a sobriety potion, grabbed it, put the first aid kit back before stomping back to the bathroom.

He grinned as he found Max curled up around the toilet.

"I got it and I think I managed to convince Nasta that I was angry with you, so it should be fine. Come here."

Max crawled to his knees and sat up slowly, looking very pale and sweaty at the movement, no matter how small and slow. Harry unstoppered the vial and brushed Max's hair with his fingers as he swallowed the contents of the little bottle down in one go.

Potions were very potent stuff and fast acting, Max looked visibly better within minutes, but the difference between injected potions and orally taken potions was dramatic. Orally taken potions took a few minutes to work, injected potions, as they went directly into the bloodstream, acted in seconds.

"Oh I feel renewed!" Max exclaimed happily, stretching his aching body and rubbing his face.

"You had better be, the kids still need to be bathed and dressed, I'm not ready and Blaise is still eating breakfast, we're going to be so late!"

Harry stripped quickly and hopped into the shower, ignoring Max, who was washing his face in the sink to wake up a bit more and to refresh himself. Harry washed as quickly as he could and when he got out, Draco and Nasta were bathing the kids while Max dressed the washed and dried babies.

He grabbed a towel and rubbed himself dry quickly, wincing as Braiden started screaming as soon as the water touched his bum.

"He's going to have this bath over one day; I think we should start putting him in the big bath." Nasta sighed as he tried to hold Braiden still, while Draco washed him with a soft cloth.

"I'm sure I saw bath seats in that store we went too." Max replied. "We can get him one of those now that he can sit up properly. Maybe some toys would help calm him down a little so he's not such a monster in the water."

"If it'll help, I don't care what you do." Harry replied as he threw the towel into the hamper and walked naked into the bedroom.

Blaise was just finishing off getting into his Quidditch uniform, though he dropped his armguard to the floor when he saw Harry.

"Don't even think about it. We don't have time." Harry warned him as he dug out his pale yellow leggings and dragged them on to his still slightly damp legs, forgoing underwear. Blaise's leggings and vest were a greyish-silver, overlaid with emerald green robes, it was a stunning contrast.

He bent over the dresser to find the rest of his uniform and Blaise pinched his bum, making him jump and almost hit his head.

"Hey! I'm trying to get dressed here, Blaise!"

"I can't help it, you're so gorgeous."

Harry snorted and pulled on his skin tight, pale yellow Quidditch vest, before dragging on his bright red socks with the two bright yellow stripes at the top.

"You look stunning like that. I swear I get hard every time I see you in those damnable uniforms." Max told them, coming out of the bathroom carrying Regan and Calix, who were dressed up warmly in jumpers, but they had forgone the snowsuits, what with it being May this time around.

"Maybe if you're good we'll all wear our Quidditch uniforms for you, Draco still has his." Blaise winked.

"We'll treat you and Nasta on the night before our graduation." Harry chuckled, catching on as he slipped his bright red robes on over his vest and leggings before fishing out his shin and arm guards and strapped them into place before stepping into his knee high flat boots and lacing them up tightly. He found his steel boned gloves that protected his fingers from breaking and tucked them into the waistband of his leggings and picked up his gorgeous son, Calix.

"Are we ready?" Nasta asked as he slipped the strap of the fully packed nappy bag over his shoulders.

Harry nodded as he got Calix and Leolin into his arms, making sure they had everything they could possibly need and that no baby had been left behind.

"Right, let's go rally the team and remember, Blaise, you can't forbid them from involving me in the game."

Blaise gave him a dark look that said that he had planned to do just that.

"I mean it; I want your best game, not a handicap." Harry said sternly as they made their way down to the Great Hall. "I won't go easy on you and I don't want you to go easy on e either."

Harry went to the Gryffindor table with Nasta, while Blaise and Draco headed for the Slytherin table with Max, who was in a deep debate with Draco over the strengths and weaknesses of both teams and who he believed would win based on what he had seen so far. Personally Harry thought he was trying to avoid Nasta as much as possible.

"Hey Harry, how are you feeling?" Ginny asked in her own uniform and finishing off a hearty breakfast.

"Fit and ready to destroy Slytherin once again. Gryffindor are winners in points, all we need to do is get this match won and we'll get the Quidditch cup. Slytherin are goners."

Ginny snorted and grinned at him. "Of course they are. Your lover is the Captain."

"Hey, Blaise is bringing his best game, don't you think for one minute that just because we love one another and share a bed and a child that we've automatically won this match, he's going to give us his all."

"If any of his team hurt you, they're dead." Ginny said seriously. "He wants to win, but he won't have you hurt, even I can see that."

Harry rolled his eyes and took a last drink of pumpkin juice, shifting Calix as he cooed softly, lashing a foot out at Leolin.

"Calix, don't do that, love." Harry said softly as he handed Leolin off to Nasta, who slipped him into the sling that he was wearing.

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