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?

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74. Chapter Seventy-Two – Betrayal Part 2

"Can I hold him? Is this one Nasta's?" Ginny asked as Harry handed him over.

"No, Max's. Leolin, Regan and Tegan are Nasta's."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I can never keep them straight, I knew Leolin was Nasta's though, Faerie baby right?"

Harry grinned and nodded. "Yeah, Faerie baby with his gorgeous Gryffindor gold eyes."

"I bet they look stunning, he hasn't ever been awake to show me those eyes yet."

"You'll get plenty of time yet to see them, he needs a lot of sleep. I don't want to do anything to disrupt his development, he's started earlier than most Faerie babies, I want to keep it that way."

Ginny nodded understandingly. "Hermione's been filling me in, she borrowed some books on Faeries from the library and I think you gave her some, she's been overloading herself with Faerie information because she doesn't want to research the other thing in case someone asks her why or digs deeper into it, so she's waiting for graduation and a trip to Flourish and Blotts."

"Who told you about that?" Nasta asked suspiciously.

"My Mum let it slip, she didn't realise I didn't know, she thought it was only Ron and Bill, but your secret is safe with me, don't worry and I'll even forgive you for not cluing me in, I can understand why and Hermione and I have been having little conversations, it's fun to make up code words for it, we've been calling it your Charlie for the last week. But she does want as many books as she can get on the matter."

Harry snorted. "She'll need more than Flourish and Blotts. The amount of information on that subject is very limited."

"What are you talking about, Harry?" Seamus asked.

"What rates of Muggleborns have a born squib ancestor." Ginny replied quickly and easily. "Hermione was interested, but she can't find anything on it."

"Well, all of them do." Seamus replied confused. "You can't have a Muggleborn without a magical ancestor."

"I think what Hermione wants to know is how far back her magical ancestor was, so she's looking for the average amount of generations the Muggleborn's squib ancestor was before their birth to see if there is a pattern so she can apply it to her own family." Nasta explained easily, as if that was truly what they were talking about before Seamus joined them.

Harry squeezed his thigh and smiled at his quick thinking. He loved that he had smart, quick thinking mates; they could protect him and his babies better.

When it was time for the teams to move out to prepare, Harry gave a kiss to Leolin and to Calix before he handed the latter over to Nasta with a kiss, taking the brooms he had been carrying in lieu of a baby and walking to the Slytherin table, he kissed Tegan, Farren, Regan and then Braiden, before kissing Max, Draco and Blaise, handing the latter his broom.

"He's done something to your broomstick!" One of the Chasers of Slytherin burst out.

"The one in my leggings maybe." Blaise shot back scathingly.

"You wish I had." Harry grinned. "Give me a kiss for luck."

"I would, but I think I need it more." Blaise told him seriously.

Harry smiled and kissed Blaise. "For luck." He said sweetly as they broke apart. "Now I have to go and prep my team to pummel you into the ground. Have fun."

Max's laughter followed him as he walked to meet the rest of his team at the doors, shouldering his Firebolt happily. He loved flying and he was so happy to be able to take part in this match, it had been touch and go with his heat periods, but he was unpregnant and not due another heat period for at least another month and a half. He'd be out of school by the time he went on his next one and that had made Draco very, very happy indeed.

Harry next saw Blaise on the pitch, he had given a riveting speech and loved how his team trusted in him and rallied around him, he hadn't had a single comment about him going easy on Blaise because they were lovers. His team knew him better than that, though Blaise's face told him that his teammates weren't as convinced and had given him a right going over about it.

He and Blaise shook hands, though far from the usual pre-match, break the opponent's fingers grasp, Harry didn't want to let go of Blaise's hand for an entirely different reason, and when Blaise pulled him into a kiss, the crowds went wild.

"I think that must be a new thing, I don't think any Captains have ever kissed before a match in the History of Hogwarts." Harry smiled.

"We're not like other Captains." Blaise winked back.

"Is this proof that the outcome of this game is already decided? With that kiss between legendary Captain and Seeker Harry Potter, who has led his team into victory a record of nine games since his appointment of Captaincy in his sixth year, after a very successful seven years on the Gryffindor team and his lover Blaise Zabini, who took over Captaincy of Slytherin this year after the position was declined by Harry Potter's other lover, Draco Malfoy." The commentator, a Ravenclaw seventh year, announced far too seriously.

"Well that was long winded and unnecessary." Blaise snorted. "You had better bring your best game, Potter."

"You're damn right I will, Zabini, but I do plan on making this my tenth win of my Captaincy career, so you had better have brought better than your best to the pitch."

"Mount your brooms." Madam Hooch told them.

Harry threw his leg over his Firebolt, watching Blaise do the same, only with his Nimbus two thousand and one.

"On my whistle. Three. Two. One." A sharp blast of the whistle and Harry kicked off from the hard floor, first as always, and he forgot everything else. He forgot that he was playing against Blaise, forgot the crowd and the commentator, nothing matter but the feel of the wind in his hair and the snitch.

It was a good game, despite what the commentator called 'boring' seemingly because Harry wasn't being battered by Bludgers. Gryffindor were fifty points up on Slytherin, who only had ten points to their sixty, but their Chasers were trying, Blaise especially, who had scored Slytherin's only goal.

Harry kept an eye on the young Seeker they had replaced Draco with this year, she was good apparently, but she hadn't been in Draco's league, let alone in Harry's. She wasn't doing much of anything, but her eyes were alert and watchful. Harry kept his eye on her as he drifted around the pitch lazily, waiting for the snitch to make its first appearance of the match.

Despite his warning to Blaise, not a single Bludger came his way, though that didn't mean they were safe from the Slytherin Beaters, who were aiming instead at their Chasers and their Keeper, of course the commentator picked up on this and started pointing it out.

Harry flew up to Blaise and punched his shoulder.

"Hey! You said no holding back!"

"I'm not going to let them hit Bludgers at you!" Blaise said angrily, swiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Chances are they wouldn't hit me anyway!"

"I'm never going to take that chance! I love you, you're my lover, the Mother to my one and only child, I never want anything to hurt you; it's just a game, Harry. It's not worth a night in the hospital wing."

"If I had a Beaters bat I'd clonk you on the head with it, then you'd see the hospital wing in a better light."

"Harry, I'm sorry, but I'm not risking them hitting you. People die from Bludgers if they're hit wrong."

"I'll hit you wrong! What would you do if I refused to seek the snitch?!"

"Hold up the Quidditch cup." Blaise said stonily. "If you throw the game, your team will never forgive you, if I throw the game, I won't give a shit what they think."

Harry gave him the look he deserved and flew off and signalled time out to Madam Hooch, ignoring that he had been talking in the middle of the pitch for three minutes while the game was still going on.

He landed angrily and waited for his team to land around him.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Ginny asked. "What was with the domestic?"

"He's told his Beaters that he'll curse them if they aim for me." He spat out furiously.

"That's good though, isn't it?" Hendix asked innocently.

"No it's not good!" Harry snapped. "I told him to treat this like any other match!"

"Harry, he's not going to. Of course he's not." Ginny told him gently. "It hasn't been said, but what would you do if Jimmy and Ritchie hit Blaise with a Bludger and he fell thirty feet to the floor?"

Harry's fists clenched automatically and his face pulled into a snarl.

"Exactly!" Ginny said, smacking him. "He doesn't want to feel like you just did, he doesn't want you to get hurt. I know you can avoid them, but not always. Leave it and let's crush him anyway, if you don't get the snitch, I don't know if we'll win, the Beaters are leaving you alone, but they aren't leaving us alone, Jimmy and Ritchie are doing well, but it only takes one hit, Harry and our front technique will fail and we'll lose. It'll be the same if Paulie gets hit, that'll be it, game over. Blaise is too good a Chaser and without a Keeper…just get the snitch, please."

Harry sighed and calmed down somewhat. He nodded.

"Yeah, I think I can get the snitch, I have no idea what the Slytherin Seeker's name is, but she doesn't seem very good. She'll be good in a few years, but not this match, and not against me."

Harry signalled that he was ready to get back in the air to Madam Hooch and he had a group huddle with his team, before getting on his broom and getting back in the air.

The Slytherin team took to the air as well and Harry took a deep breath, sent a smile to Blaise, got a smile back and the game was on. Neither of them sent Bludgers at each other, but Blaise getting hit by a Bludger didn't affect the game as much, they had two other Chasers, maybe not as good, but still two other goal scorers on the pitch, the Gryffindor Beaters wereaiming for the Slytherin Seeker, which would mean that Slytherin would have next to no chance at winning the game if one of his Beaters hit her.

Harry couldn't help smiling as he saw the formidable forms of Max and Nasta in the crowd, the platinum blond head of Draco next to them, six babies surrounding them.

Harry dove back into the game, ignoring the commentator screaming about the 'injustice' of having two lovers as Captains for opposite teams. Harry rolled his eyes at the dramatics. Quidditch die hards always annoyed him, though it had been funny with Oliver, though he knew now that telling a young kid to 'get the snitch or die trying' was more than a bit harsh, especially as it was an interschool match and not even a league game or world cup.

Another hour into the game and the commentator had moved on to exclaiming that Harry was purposefully not seeking the snitch to give the Slytherin Seeker a chance, which was just untrue, he hadn't seen the snitch once all match, though he was proud that Blaise had gotten two more goals, and equally proud that Hendix had stopped twice as many as he hadn't been able to save. He was a very good Keeper, maybe in a few years he could even be as good as Oliver, who was now a permanent, first team Keeper for Puddlemere United having moved up from the reserved team.

Gryffindor led seventy to thirty and the Slytherin players were getting dirty, despite Blaise intervening and giving them a shout out about it. They had promised one another a good, clean game.

Harry wasn't going to give them a chance though, he flew up high until everyone were little specks, though the magical megaphone allowed him to hear the commentator claim that he was going up high so that he could claim that he hadn't seen the snitch if it popped up, which wasn't true as Harry had a feeling that the snitch was hiding up here as he hadn't spotted it once down at game level and he had long since learnt to trust his Seeker's instincts.

He was right and Harry grinned as the chase started. He loved this part of a match, the high speed, hairpin turn chase after the nimble, winged, golden ball. He followed it, twisting and turning through the air, then the snitch went down, straight down and Harry followed it, all the way back down to game level, down further, the concentration was effortless for him, he was breathless from the plunge straight down with the wind forced through his hair and he sucked in as much air as he could into his protesting lungs and as the grass came up, the snitch zipped off to the left and Harry followed it as if he were as small as the snitch himself. His knees did scrape heavily on the ground though, he had left it a bit late to pull up from the sheer dive, but any earlier and he could have gone in the wrong direction and he would have had to double back on himself, if he hadn't lost the snitch completely that was.

"Harry Potter's Wronski Feint has failed to engage the clever Slytherin Seeker into crashing into the hard, unyielding ground. What tactic will Captain Harry Potter come up with next after this recent tactical failure?"

That made Harry smile ferociously. The Slytherin Seeker wasn't giving chase, she, and everyone else, thought that he had been Feinting, as he did in nearly every match that he played in because he just loved diving, but that was against good Seekers who knew how to play the game, this young girl couldn't even see the snitch dancing in front of his fingertips, she wasn't good enough to play, not yet.

Harry urged his broom on faster, quicker, twisting and turning after the snitch, going back up to game level, weaving through players and flying balls after the snitch and only then did the Slytherin Seeker realise that perhaps he wasn't Feinting at all and she turned to give chase, only for Harry to pull sharply upwards after the ball and swipe it from the air. He held it up screaming and yelling and the sharp blast of Madam Hooch's whistle ended the game and Harry was converged upon by his teammates.

Noise and sound came back to him in a rush and he couldn't stop grinning, he felt renewed, reenergised and so very, very happy. When he was handed the Quidditch cup by a smiling Dumbledore, Harry flew it around the pitch, holding it up over the Gryffindor stands and laughing happily. Today had been amazing, to make up for the horrors that awaited him further down the line and the upsets of yesterday, today at least, had been incredible.

Harry actually went to the after party this time, being almost forced to go by Max and Nasta, who told him that it would be his last chance and that he deserved to go and celebrate his tenth win as Captain and his final ever win as Captain. He enjoyed it immensely and he had a great time with his friends, his team and his housemates.

He and Neville had taken two second years, three first years and a third year to the kitchens and told them that it was a Gryffindor tradition for them to know where the kitchens were and how to get into them and that when they were seventh years they had to pass on the tradition to the younger years too, but not all of them, just in case the secret got out and the kitchens were reinforced with a different portrait.

Laden down with baskets of snacks, drinks and cakes, they headed back to the party to feed everyone and the party was set to last well into the night, seeing as they had the Head Girl at their party and the Prefects couldn't say anything like Percy had in their third year.

Harry didn't stay all night, he stayed for a few hours before saying his goodbyes, claiming saucily that he wanted to carry on his own party with his lovers, before turning to his friends and telling them he missed his children. He hugged them and said goodbye, before walking happily through the school to the other side of the seventh floor and his own personal rooms.

He took out his wand and tapped the keyhole of the door in the portrait of the empty classroom and he slipped it back into its holster as he pushed open the door and walked into the happy, calmness that was his personal rooms.

Max was cooking and had his back to him, but the other three and the kids were missing.

"Hi Max, where is everyone?"

Max startled and turned to look at him. Harry was aghast to see that Max had a bruise forming on the side of his mouth, which was slightly bloody. Harry gasped and rushed to him.

"What happened?" He asked, utterly horrified.

Max sighed. "I riled Blaise and Draco up too much about the credibility of their Quidditch team, Blaise finally hit me one and stormed off to have sex with Nasta and Draco to make himself feel better. I wasn't allowed to follow, so I'm making dinner instead to distract me from what I'm missing."

"What did you say to him?"

"A lot of things that I shouldn't have, but I didn't realise that I was actually upsetting him until he hit me, I thought it was all in good fun, but you know me, I always manage to shove my foot in my mouth."

"Did you apologise?"

"Several times, but he seemed to think that it was just because I wanted to be included in the makeup sex. I'm not that sex mad, I was sorry I had upset him more than anything, but he didn't believe me."

"I believe you." Harry smiled and hugged him. "You never mean to hurt anyone, you're a big softie. No matter how angry they are, they shouldn't use sex as a weapon. That's wrong."

Max smiled at him and hugged him gratefully.

"Where are the kids?"

"They're down for the night. Leolin's due a feed in an hour, but the others have been put to bed for the next three hours at least."

Harry nodded. "Is dinner alright to cook itself for a while?"

"Yeah, I was just standing over it because I had nothing else to do." Max admitted bitterly.

"Come and cuddle then." Harry offered, moving to lay on the rug by the roaring fire. It was May, so it was slightly too hot by the fire, which is what Harry wanted.

Max came and laid next to him and they cuddled together, just talking, before it got almost too hot to bear and Harry started stripping off his Quidditch robes, Max joined him in shedding his long sleeved shirt and jeans.

"Leave your socks on." Max requested with a naughty grin.

Harry grinned. "You like the socks far too much."

"I like the leggings and the vest too, but I won't give up an opportunity to see your gorgeous, sweaty skin."

Harry stripped naked, leaving on only his bright red socks with their two yellow stripes around the top. Max was naked too and they happily cuddled, sweating profusely in front of the fire, rubbing together. It wasn't about sex, mostly wasn't about sex anyway, but more about the bond and connection they had from skin to skin contact, laughing and cuddling, rolling around as much as they could on the rug, which was more than a bit arousing.

"What in the name of Merlin are you doing out here? I can hear you laughing from the bed…room." Draco had come out and he looked around the room for Max as he spoke. He found them just as he finished his sentence and his mouth dropped open.

"What is he doing, Draco?" Blaise asked.

"Having sex with Harry." Draco replied.

Nasta and Blaise just appeared and looked at them, they were all fully dressed and Harry knew what he and Max looked like, he had counted on it, as he smiled innocently at them.

"When did you get back?" Nasta asked.

Harry made a show of looking at the clock on the mantel piece.

"About an hour and a half ago. I left one party and had another one with Max, seeing as you three weren't here to join us."

"I thought you would have spent longer at your victory party."

Harry shook his head. "I missed my lovers and I missed my children. I wanted to come home."

"And then Max convinced you to have sex." Blaise deadpanned. He looked angry.

"No, I convinced him to have sex with me." Harry corrected. "I wanted victory sex."

"He told you what he said, did he?"

"Actually he did and you should have all known that Max wouldn't have meant any harm, he thought that he was teasing, if you didn't like it, then you should have told him way before you got angry enough to hit him, which I sincerely hope was not in front of my children, or it'll be my turn to be angry. Now kiss and make up and let's eat, I'm still hungry."

"After what?" Nasta asked confusedly.

Harry grinned. "I snuck into the kitchens to get snacks and cakes for the party. I passed on the legacy of Moony, Padfoot and Prongs to the younger years, so hopefully, even after graduation, future generations of Gryffindors can enjoy victory with sweets and pastries too."

Nasta just shook his head and came to them; giving Max a kiss after Harry rebuffed his advance with a pointed glare. Draco did the same and then Blaise, who also apologised for hitting him.

"Wonderful! Now dinner yes? Exercise makes me hungry and I've had a lot of it today."

"Are you going to get dressed?" Draco asked with a slight hint of trepidation.

Harry grinned and pulled on his leggings, but only his leggings. Max groaned and tugged on himself through his boxers and Blaise thunked his head on the table.

"Who knew that leggings could be as bad as that horrible skirt?" Draco sighed, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

Harry just laughed and sat down as Nasta helped Max dish up dinner. He ate happily and heartily and the conversation, though quiet and studded with silence as they ate, stayed well away from Quidditch. Harry knew that Blaise didn't mind, and that they all knew that he was excited to have won, but he wasn't insensitive enough to rub Blaise's face in his loss, he'd had his victory party and that was enough for him. He didn't need to talk about it endlessly or to relive the entire game, he was just happy to know that he had won and now he was back with what was important, his lovers and his children.

The next morning Harry dragged himself out of bed to get ready for lessons, he hated that the weekend had gone so quickly and that he was now back in lessons for another five days. He calmed himself, two more weeks and the exams would start, it would be over soon and he'd never have to do it ever again.

He scoffed his breakfast, ignoring Draco's horrified look, just so that he'd have time to play with his children for half an hour at least before he had to rush around getting ready.

He built a tower of blocks with Braiden, helped Regan figure out the shape sorter puzzle that had once been Braiden's favourite toy, clapped at Calix as he bashed a little toy truck about laughing, stopped Tegan from putting a corner of a cushion in her mouth and bounced Farren on his knee. All the while Leolin slept happily on his beanbag.

The morning was alive with the sounds of baby screeches, laughter and cooing, the sounds of flashy, musical toys and Harry loved it. He laughed right along with his children and joined in their games where he could, grinning over his shoulder now and then at one of the others when they laughed at something particularly funny that a baby had done.

"They're growing up so fast, it's almost unreal." Max shook his head as he carefully stepped around toys and babies alike, the ease of such an action proving how often he had had to do it.

"I know, Braiden's almost a full year old. Just three more months and we'll be having our very first birthday party for our child. It doesn't seem like a year."

"I know what you mean." Max nodded.

"It's strange that he's almost a year old." Blaise said softly. "It doesn't feel like he should be that old. The time has rushed past and it's like we've completely missed it."

"We haven't." Nasta assured. "It's seemed so fast because we've got very full schedules and no time to actually step back and breathe for a while, to just look around and see what's in front of us, that makes it seem like the time has gone all the quicker. It'll be better once we're out of this school."

Harry sighed. "It'll be Christmas again soon, then the quintuplets first birthday. How do we handle five one year olds, on their birthday, all together?"

"Throw in a year and four month old and we have a disaster waiting to happen." Draco groaned.

"Plus any more children we could have by Christmas." Harry's eyes widened and he pressed a hand self-consciously to his belly, which was still slightly rounded, but was steadily firming up and slimming down.

"It's going to be worse at their fifth birthday party. Five, five year olds all running around, smearing cake everywhere, shouting, screaming…it's going to be a nightmare."

"Please stop speaking." Harry begged. "Let's take it one birthday at a time. I can't think about my little babies being five years old, not yet."

The welcome distraction came in the form of three owls bearing letters. Nasta collected them, shooed the owls away to the Owlery and snorted at the one letter, throwing it directly into the fire.

"Faerie court?" Harry asked.

Nasta just grunted in affirmation as he handed a letter to Max, who tore it open.

"It's from Caesar, he's checking in, Amelle's pregnancy's going great, he's included a scan photo for us."

Max handed the grainy photo around and Harry grinned at the little white mound that made up a baby.

"Caesar says that Amelle told him to write 'I'm still holding out for a girl' for you, Harry." Max informed, his eyes tracking the letter until the end, where he folded it up and put in on the counter, Harry tucked the scan photo into a frame on the mantel piece. He made a mental note to dig out his photo album later, after lessons, to put it in safe.

"This letter's for you, Harry." Nasta said, handing the last letter to him, after checking it extensively with his wand first, making sure there were no hidden curses or potions inside.

Harry opened it and checked the name at the bottom, but he needn't have bothered as the first line 'Dear Harry cub' would have clued him in to who it was instead. He smiled.

"It's from Remus. I haven't heard from him in ages, it has to have been at least five months, not since the quintuplets were born, I've just been so busy, I hope he's okay." Harry frowned at the thought that Remus might be hurt or ill.

"I'm sure he's fine and has just been busy as well, Dumbledore would have said something if Remus was hurt or unwell." Nasta said, doing that thing he did where it made you think he'd read your mind.

Harry nodded, his smile coming back, which slipped from his face the further into the letter he read. He was shocked at the contents of the letter and by the end, he didn't know if he should be livid angry or upset and crying.

He threw the letter at Nasta, who caught it automatically on a reflex and stared at him in confusion.

"Tell me what he means!" He demanded of Nasta, who blinked at his demand and his behaviour towards one of his only remaining family members. Harry's shock was fading away to settle into anger. Anger had always come easily to him, ever since his fifth year.

"Dear Harry cub, it's been a long time since we last spoke, too long, and for that I'm sorry, but things here have been pretty hectic. Nymphadora and I have moved into a house together, out in the quiet countryside. It's beautiful, Harry; I'll show you around when you have time for a visit.

This may come as a bit of a shock to you, but Dora and I got married in February, it was a quiet affair, not many guests, just Dora's family and a few others, I knew you were swamped and busy with your school work and your family, so I didn't invite you, I hope you're alright with that. Dora and I are planning to renew our vows in a year next summer, hopefully by then you will be able to come.

I've been so happy these last few months, Harry, I'm glad I gave Dora a chance, she's really brought out the best in me and I couldn't be happier to have her with me now. I've gotten a small, part time job in the town, they're all Muggles so they shouldn't look too deeply into why I take every full moon off from work, if they do notice a pattern, I can always claim I'm wiccan, I'm wearing a pentagram just as a precaution as I need this job, it's not much, but we need everything we can get now.

Which brings me to my last point; Dora and I rushed the wedding mostly because she fell accidentally pregnant over the summer, August 20th, and gave birth to a beautiful baby boy last month, on the 18th, who we named Teddy, after Dora's Father. I'm so proud to be a Father; I really am, even though I worry so much for Teddy and Dora being landed with a werewolf as a family member. He's doing great and I was hoping that you'd be his Godfather, I can't think of anyone else I'd rather ask than you, I hope this summer you'll be able to come and see him, all the best, Remus."

There was silence from all of them as Nasta finished reading the letter out loud; the noise and shrieks from the children fell into the background as Harry felt a tight squeeze in his throat and the corners of his eyes burned. He staved the tears of betrayal off viciously.

"What does he mean?" He asked again, biting out the words, hoping that someone made more sense of the letter than he had.

"I…how could he have gone off, gotten married and had a child without telling you?" Blaise asked softly. "He didn't tell you did he?"

Harry shook his head, his body clenching to keep control of himself.

"This is the first that I'm hearing about it. I knew he liked Tonks, I knew she liked him, the last I heard they'd started a tentative relationship and Remus had promised to invite me to the wedding, though he said it would be a long way off! Now the next I hear they've gone and gotten married quickly, without even telling me let alone inviting me or giving me a chance to accept or decline the invitation for myself and they've had a baby!" Harry's voice shook under the strain of his anger and the light headedness he felt at this sudden news.

"This…we don't need this right now." Draco bit out sharply.

"He does see me as family doesn't he?" Harry asked softly, unsurely. "I mean, he's the only one I have left, I know we're not related by blood or any official titles, but I saw him as family and I thought he did too. You don't go and get married and not tell your family because you thought they were busy, you don't get someone pregnant and not tell your family! You don't have a baby and not tell your family!" Harry lost the battle with his body and the first hot, scalding tears washed over his cheeks. He swiped them away roughly and angrily and backed away from Max who tried to hug him. "Don't. If you hug me now I'm not going to be able to leave this room, we have class in twenty minutes."

"You're not going." Nasta told him firmly. "You're staying here with me, you've had a huge shock and I'll tell Dumbledore myself why."

Harry looked up at that. "Dumbledore. Remus tells him everything, I wonder if he knew. I won't be able to handle it if he knew and he didn't tell me either."

Harry quivered and Nasta pulled him into a hug, even as Harry tried to fight him off.

"You're in shock, Harry." Nasta told him, holding him tighter. "Just breathe and try to calm down."

"Calm down? How the hell can I do that, Nasta?! He didn't tell me he was getting married, he didn't tell me he was expecting a baby and now he tells me, via a letter, that he's married with a two week old son and he just expects me to be okay about everything!"

"I know it's difficult, love, but try. Please."

Harry sucked in deep, ragged breaths and tried to calm his weak, rapid heartbeat. He swallowed and tried to think past the shock, tried to understand, but he couldn't. He just felt a complete sense of betrayal by one he loved so much and it sent him quivering again.

Nasta held him tighter and rubbed his back and arms to warm him up after a touch to his skin revealed that it was cold and clammy.

Max waved a muted, greyish-white potion in front of him and coaxed him into drinking the mild calming draught, he needed it and as his body stopped quivering and started warming up again, he realised exactly how much this had affected him and how badly.

"I just don't understand, how could he have done this to me? He knows I hate secrets and surprises, how can he just spring this on me in a letter?" Harry said, the potion forcing calm over him, when he knew he was angry inside. It was a very strange feeling.

"It'll be alright, you've had a bad shock, but once it settles, we'll ask him exactly why he thought this would be a good idea, why he believed that keeping this from you would be a good idea, I thought he had a modicum of intelligence, but it seems to me that he doesn't."

"He was probably just excited." Max sighed, then gulped as several glares were sent his way and he backtracked quickly. "Not that that's any excuse, of course not, he should have told you, he should have, it was wrong of him to do this and I won't condone it."

"Draco, Blaise, you need to go to lessons or you'll be late, don't worry about chasing down Harry's Professors, I'll sort that out." Nasta said softly, brushing Harry's hair gently. "Harry, would you like to go back to bed?"

Harry shook his head. "I want to ask him what he was thinking! You don't keep this from family! Maybe he really doesn't see me as family anymore, now that he's got Tonks and his baby he doesn't need me to be his family. He's got a proper one of his own now."

"I'm sure that's not true, love. We'll get to the bottom of this; just put it from your mind." Nasta winced as soon as he said it.

Harry glared at him, as Nasta knew that he would.

"How am I supposed to put this out of my mind? He's married with a child! Just five months I haven't seen him, she was pregnant when they were at the house when I had the quintuplets."

"They might not have known then." Max tried weakly.

"She would have been four months pregnant! What sort of person doesn't know they're four months pregnant?!" Harry demanded.

Draco pulled him into a hug and kissed him.

"We'll sort it out, don't worry about a thing, we have to go to lessons, but we'll be back for lunch." He assured him.

Harry sighed. "Thank you, Draco. I love you."

Draco kissed him softly and lingeringly before Blaise took over; letting Harry get one gasp of air, before kissing it right back out of him. Harry couldn't help but smile at that, which is what they had wanted.

"Thank you. I love you both. Be careful and don't stress over the exams, you'll be fine, me on the other hand, have no chance, I've missed so many lessons this school year."

"You'll be just fine. You are intelligent so stop putting yourself down, just calm down, get some more sleep and let Nasta sort this; it's what he's our top dominant for."

Harry managed a small smile as Max muscled and man handled him onto the settee. Forcing a cup of honey tea into his hands and smoothing a blanket over his lap.

"We can't take any chances with shock, even psychological shock can cause complications, even though it's rare, I won't risk it. So we'll warm you up, keep you calm and wait on you hand and foot."

"I like the sound of that." Harry grinned easily.

"You just want a bunch of gorgeous man slaves to do your bidding."

"That too." Harry grinned. "If you could go out and find me some gorgeous man slaves, that would be brilliant."

"Oi, cheeky." Max mock scowled. "You're lucky you're so adorable or I'd have to throw you over my knees and spank that cute bottom of yours."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm not cute, no part of me is cute, stop saying it is, I'm a grown man damn it."

Max just grinned at him and Nasta settled beside him, holding him wrapped in his blanket.

"I'm alright, the potion is working perfectly. I'm very calm." Harry explained.

"We will sort this out, love. I promise."

"Why is our family so dysfunctional?" He asked. "Everyone seems to be working towards completely destroying us."

"They'll never succeed."

"It's our own family trying to destroy everything! Think about it, Max, your Mother, now Remus, the dominants at the meeting, hell the submissives at the meeting tried to get you away from us."

"They'd never succeed." Max replied firmly.

"That's not the point; it's that they'd do it in the first place. She tried to snatch our child! How can I ever let them run free in the meetings if every submissive who wants you is going to try and hurt them or take them?!" Harry demanded. "They don't respect us, they won't stop because they don't want to and threats alone aren't enough."

"Are you regretting not making an example of Rebecca Silvermoss and killing her to warn off everyone else?" Nasta asked him softly.

"I think I am." Harry said sadly. "That's a terrible thing to say about someone, wishing them dead, wishing that you had killed them just to make a point, but it would have worked. Just like when Blaise killed that dominant who watched us having sex made a point to the other dominants. Words don't do anything with Drackens, actions make them think twice. No one would have dared touch our children again if I'd killed her when she almost snatched Braiden."

"Don't worry, love, they'll all know soon enough."

"What do you have planned?" Harry asked Nasta curiously, his eyebrows lowering.

"It's a surprise."

"I don't like surprises." Harry pouted.

"You'll like this one." Max assured him.

"You're in on this too?" Harry asked.

Max nodded with a grin. "I found out accidentally when I came home earlier than expected and caught Nasta in the act, I've been in on it since then. Blaise and Draco don't know about it either, it's a surprise for them too."

Harry narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Just what are you planning?"

"You'll have to wait and see, but you will like it."

"How can you be so sure?"

"We just can, love, I promise and everyone in the wizarding world will then know we're together."

"It's already been in the papers and some Drackens still don't know."

"It's only been in the British papers, love, not all Drackens that go to that meeting are British or live in Britain. You saw Demetrius there, he's Greek and he lives in Greece, he wouldn't have read any of that shit in the papers. Steffan is Scandinavian; he was born in Norway and now lives on the border between Norway and Sweden with his family, he wouldn't have read anything in the papers about you or us, so not everyone will know, but after this, they will."

"I don't think I like the sound of that."

"You will, you won't have to wait too long either. We're almost done." Nasta assured him.

Harry rolled his eyes. "I hate secrets and surprises, can't you just tell me? We can all surprise Draco and Blaise then."

"No. It's your surprise." Nasta said stubbornly. "Now drink some tea and we'll see about sorting this out with Remus."

"I'll sort things out with my Mother too. I'm so angry with her, but I didn't realise how much it was destroying the family. I've never seen my Dad Richard have an episode as bad as he did the day before yesterday at the meeting, if it really is stress and strain doing that, then I'll do all I can to help him, even if it means talking to my Mother when I don't want to." Max said, before adding quickly and sternly. "But the kids aren't going near her. Not yet, she hasn't got that right."

"I can't believe she refused to see the mind Healer."

"I'll get on that too, she loves all of us. I'll owl Caesar and get the girls onto her. She can't ignore us, even if she thinks she can ignore my Dads'. If she'd just agree to get help, then I'm sure I'd stop being so angry with her, but I can't let it go, I can't have my Mother treat my mate like that! I won't stand for it."

Harry pulled him into a kiss. "Thank you, Max. It means a lot to me that it's me that you stand up for, especially against your Mother. I don't like her attitude, but I never wanted to break up your family, but it does feel good to have you with me and not just ignoring the issue."

"I wouldn't have ignored it, even if he had." Nasta insisted.

Max smiled. "It's her doing all the breaking up, Harry. It's not us, it's not you, it's her. I never would have ignored this behaviour, not from anyone, especially not one of my own family members, not towards you, not towards our children, not towards the other mates. No way. I won't stand for it."

Harry smiled and cuddled into Max. He wanted all of this gone and sorted out. He was calm now, he could think. He'd ask Remus exactly what he was thinking by not telling him about the wedding and the baby, okay so he was busy, but Remus was family and he found it easy to keep up with Amelle and her pregnancy along with Eleonora's progress, how difficult would it have been to keep up with Tonks' pregnancy and Remus's new son, Teddy?

He just wished Remus that had bothered to tell him, he felt so betrayed and hurt that he had been sending every scan photo he could to Remus and to Molly and his mates' families and that he had kept up with them all, only to find out that Remus had not only hidden a wedding, but a pregnancy and a baby too. It hurt and Harry clutched his mug of honey tea tightly, letting his mates look after their children, letting them look after him as he sat there and stewed over the hurt he felt from Remus.

A/N: This chapter is for the one year anniversary of this fic being ripped down from Fanfiction, exactly one year ago today. Those who were with me before it was torn down would remember clearly what I'm talking about, those who were on Facebook will remember my distress and upset from that time, those who have recently found this fic or joined under a year ago, you will not remember this horrible time, but fanfiction could have destroyed everything by tearing down this fic and I could have stopped writing this amazing story that I love so much, I'm glad I got over it and I'm so happy to see my old readers back and new ones who have joined since and I'm glad I got over the hurt to re-post this fic back up on this site, I would have regretted it if I hadn't, so thank you to all my Facebookers who kept my head up and got me to start writing again and posting the story back onto Fanfiction.

Thank you to Kyurengo for being the 9,300th reviewer.

For the Facebookers who saw this excerpt on my page;

'Draco gasped and bent double as the woman caught his stomach with her claws, he choked back a scream and twitched. She had used her venom, he needed Nasta.

He stumbled back away from her as she tried for his face, before she suddenly dived to the floor, it confused him and before he could so much as draw in a breath, she had sliced the front of his trousers and the blinding agony of it forced him to vomit, his eyes rolling into his head.

A roar had him looking up to see Blaise and for the first time he was relieved to see his best friend, standing over him protectively.

Draco swallowed his pride and let out a distress call for Nasta. They needed help; this woman was insane, he never would have believed it of one of the people he trusted so much. He felt sick and the agony running through his body had him convulsing. He gripped himself through his trousers, only to find shredded skin and lumps attached to strings of flesh and the shock of it sent him convulsing again, he knew what he was touching, but he didn't want to believe it, his mind didn't want to make sense of it, he couldn't…this wasn't how it was supposed to be, this wasn't supposed to happen.

His breath shuddered out, he felt cold and listless, he tried to breathe, but it was painful and his one hand pressed against his lower chest, just above his stomach, where another wound was. He wondered idly if this was it, if he was going to die from this and the thought caused him such distress he let out another call, he'd never had to use it before today, never knew how it would work or what it would sound like or how he would manage to get the call out, but now he did know, he knew that it just came when he was feeling such distress, it was almost an automatic reaction and he wished he'd never had to use it.

Blaise went flying over him, feet catching on his body and Draco saw the gouge in his chest, almost identical to his own, if she went for Blaise's genitals as well, she was trying to do the same to all of them and he had played into her trap by calling Nasta here. He felt sick, so sick.

"Draco, Blaise?!"

Draco knew that voice, Nasta had arrived. The snarling he heard clued him into Nasta's rage and knowing that Nasta loved him and Blaise enough to be so angry and upset about this warmed some of the chill of the shock away. What would he tell Harry? How could he tell Harry that he was now ruined?

A head went rolling past him and Draco startled, trying to writhe away, but the pain was too great, he thought for a moment that it was Nasta's head, fully believed that the insane woman had killed him outright, but the head that rested a little away from him was female, was the head of his attacker and Blaise's attacker, and the hands that suddenly touched him were Nasta's. A bloody arm was shoved under him and he sucked deeply, aware that Nasta had dragged Blaise over and he was feeding him blood from his other arm. They were both going to survive, he was going to live, but at what cost, he thought as his hand pressed tighter to his ruined genitals.'

HAPPY BELATED APRIL FOOLS! Yes, it wasn't real; I was just teasing you to make a point. Lay off on the Draco baby issue or I WILL make this excerpt a reality. I hope this has let you see exactly how sick of the issue I am. To those who have never pestered me or demanded anything of me, thank you and I'm sorry for this evil joke. I hope you can all forgive me for it.

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