A/N- I'm going to say this once, and only once. I am not J.K Rowling and do not own any character from her wonderful world. Also, this fanfiction is heavily based around cglre. If you don't like it, please don't send me hate. It will not only be a waste of your time, but my time as I'm forced to read your prejudice shit. I am not going to force you to read this story, and I am not going to infect you with whatever it is you think is going to happen to you by me writing this, or just generally existing.

To those of you who aren't going to flame me for cglre, hello! Welcome! I hope you like the story, and I'm open to requests and suggestions. If any of you have any questions about what cglre is, or the story in general, I am happy to answer you. But other than that, I have nothing left to say. Enjoy!


Prologue: The Gathering

Adalynn pouted, glaring up at her daddies.

"It's going to be crowded," Blaise said, not at all bothered by her response to being put on a harness leash. "The final summer gathering always is, and we are not losing you in said crowd."

"And you know you tend to run off," Draco added, giving her a pointed look.

She merely pouted more, knowing that it was true.

"But," Blaise said, "If you're good we'll get you some sweets."

Adalynn grinned, bouncing up onto the balls of her feet. She suddenly stopped a few bounces later, crossing her legs. "I need to pee."

Draco sighed, and let go of the harness. "Quickly, but good girl for saying."

The two caregivers watched as she sprinted from the private reception room, shaking their heads fondly. The blonde of the two broke the moment by suddenly hitting the other.

"What they fuck did you say she could have sweets for?" Draco demanded, "She's hyper enough without them!"

Blaise turned his gaze to the blonde, rubbing his arm, "Even though she hasn't said, I know she's anxious about today. She didn't sleep at all last night, and barely ate or drank anything at breakfast. If she has something to look forward to, it might keep her mind off her anxiety."

Draco sighed, feeling a small pang of guilt. "I hadn't noticed."

"Of course, you didn't," Blaise snorted, "You hadn't arrived until an hour ago, and I didn't tell you I'd noticed anything off about her behaviour until just now." The half-Italian rolled his eyes, before pulling Draco towards him by his shirt and giving the blonde a quick peck on the lips. "No pity parties. It's the last gathering before school starts up, and they're always the best."

The corner of his mouth upturned slightly. "It's been exactly one year since the brat became our little." The molten silvery blue gaze looked sidelong at Blaise. "Do you think we'll find a little boy?"

"Who knows? But what I do know is that we're going to be late if our little girl doesn't hurry up."

Adalynn chose her time perfectly to run back into the private reception room, but now she had her cuddly pygmypuff, James Moriarty, in her hand. She held it up to Draco, who was carrying the changing bag; a stylish leather satchel with an undetectable extension charm cast on the inside, along with special compartments specifically for the usage of members of the cglre community. He had picked it up a couple of weeks ago, deciding it would do as doubling as a school bag for the upcoming year. Draco looked down at her, raising an eyebrow.

"Please?" she begged, "Timmy is going to get lonely else."

Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and instead took the stuffie off her and added it the contents of his bag, shaking his head slightly in fond exasperation. "Are you still wearing your pull-up?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yep."

"Good girl," he praised, taking her hand. "Ready?"

He didn't miss the brief hesitation before she nodded.

"Big girl words, little one," he reminded.

"I'm ready, Daddy."

Blaise smirked slightly at the exchange; he wouldn't exchange either of them for anything in the world. Grabbing a handful of floo powder, he stepped into the fireplace. "I'll see you two on the other side." At Draco's nod, he threw down the green powder, stating clearly, "Whistlebone Court."

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Whistlebone Court was one of the few wizarding areas that wasn't known to most wizards. The area was owned by a small council of Pureblood families; a couple of caregivers had bought the place twenty years previous and started the tradition of the gatherings. A tradition that was still going strong. The Court was set up specifically for littles and caregivers- the experienced and the new. The whole place was warded to the extreme, and you had to be invited by one of the Council to be allowed in. Despite all this, there were a lot more caregivers and littles in the wizarding community than you'd expect and it was always busy during gatherings- particularly at the last one of the summer.

Draco was immensely glad that he and Blaise had had the foresight at the last gathering a few weeks ago, to pick up a harness for Adalynn. The girl, once excitable, was quick to disappear into a crowd. But she also suffered from anxiety, and so it was never pleasant on either end when she got lost in a crowd. At current, she was sticking close to them, but he knew it wouldn't be that long before she slipped back into littlespace and lost the initial overwhelming anxiety.

"Where to first?" Blaise asked, holding onto Adalynn's harness.

"I said to Richard we would go to the talk for the new littles and caregivers," Draco answered, "As examples, and if we felt like it, to choose a little boy for ourselves. He knows we've been looking."

"To the Mordred Tent it is," Blaise said, "Lead the way."

The three picked their way through their fellow littles and caregivers, and after nearly tripping over her twice, Blaise picked Adalynn up off the ground and propped her on his hip. He gave her a mock pointed look as he did so, making her giggle slightly.

The Mordred Tent was comfortably holding about twenty new littles and caregivers- with a few experienced ones hanging around at the back, evidently having been asked by Richard to show up as well. Blaise and Draco walked over to join them recognising one or two, though not close friends with them. A raised platform was up at the front, ready for when that gathering's speaker came to start the talk.

"Is that Potter?" Blaise muttered, nodding the direction of a short, lithe, dark-haired teenager sitting at the back of the others, low in his seat.

Draco narrowed his eyes, thinking for a few moments, before blinking in surprise. "Looks like it."

"Can we go talk?" Adalynn piped up.

"I'm not sure he'll want to speak to us, little one," Blaise said softly, "But you can if you like."

The fourteen-year-old paused, struggling with herself for a moment before motioning to be let down. Blaise didn't immediately let go once she was standing though, and she looked up at him questioningly.

"Just to Potter," he said firmly, "No wandering off, okay?"

"Kay."

The older Slytherin let her go.

Harry looked up in surprise as a petite red headed girl sat next to him. Particularly one in a kid's harness, though he realised he shouldn't have been too surprised considering where he was. A part of him was slightly envious- if she was in a harness, she had to have a caregiver.

"Hi," she said, quietly, sticking out her hand, "I'm Adalynn."

"Harry," he answered, shaking it.

"So," she began awkwardly, biting on her bottom lip. "Are you a caregiver or a little?"

"A little," he said, a little unsurely.

"Same," she smiled, still tugging on her bottom lip. "Do you want to come and meet my daddies? They're just back there." She turned and nodded to the half-Italian and platinum blonde watching them.

Harry's eyes widened. "Malfoy is a caregiver?"

She frowned. "Yeah."

Catching the tone of her voice, Harry quickly apologised, "Sorry, I'm just surprised… But I guess it makes sense…"

"What does?" she asked curiously.

"Why he stopped picking fights with me last year," Harry answered, "I had wondered why he'd suddenly started ignoring me."

"Oh, yeah." Adalynn blushed slightly. "That was my doing. Or rather Papa's. He told him that how was he supposed to be a good caregiver if he couldn't even set a good example and let go of a childish feud."

"Papa?"

"Blaise," she said. "Blaise is Papa, 'cause he's part Italian. And Draco is Daddy. Wanna meet them?"

He hesitated.

"They won't bite, promise!" Adalynn said, "And it'll help you get to know the community. Plus, the talk doesn't start for ages yet and you'll get bored waiting."

Harry slumped, giving in. "Okay."

"Yay!"

Adalynn grabbed his hand and began pulling the slightly taller little over to her daddies, who both looked at them in slight surprise before gaining their composure.

"Potter," Draco acknowledged.

"Malfoy, Zabini," Harry said, looking like he in fight or flight mode.

"No," Adalynn suddenly said forcefully, "No last names."

Blaise looked down, bemused. "Okay, if the princess demands it." He held out his hand to Harry, "Blaise."

The-Boy-Who-Lived stared at it for a few moments, before accepting it, "Harry," he said distantly, looking like he had found himself in some surreal universe.

Adalynn looked at Draco pointedly. The blonde sighed, and repeated the action, "Draco."

Harry shook the hand.

The only girl kept her determined look. "And from here on out it's a clean slate."

The three boys stared at her for a few moments- Blaise more amused than anything- before all agreeing to her terms, and just like that some of the tension had gone. Adalynn smiled happily.

A brief series of beeps broke the moment, and Draco looked at the enchanted silver watch on his left wrist, before turning to Adalynn as he reached into his bag. For her part, Adalynn immediately knew what was happening, and began to step back, her eyes wide and beginning to water.

"No," she refused. "Don't want to."

"Don't be difficult, baby girl," Blaise sighed, catching her as she tried to run. "It's your last one, and you've done so well."

"Close your eyes, Adalynn," Draco ordered, and once Adalynn had pressed her face into Blaise's chest, produced a needle from the bag.

"Scared," came her muffled voice.

"It'll be over before you know it," Blaise hushed, nodding at Draco.

The blonde quickly wiped an area of her upper arm with a wipe, before carefully pressing the needle into her arm. It wasn't until he injected the yellow fluid that she gave a soft whine, her fists clenching around Blaise's robes. Draco expertly pulled it out, pressing the same wipe over the beading blood.

"Babbitty Rabbitty or unicorn plasters?" Draco asked.

"Babbitty Rabbitty."

Harry watched as Draco peeled the back of a plaster and gently placed it over where he had injected her with whatever the yellow stuff was, before turning Adalynn around and wiping her damp eyes with two thumbs. The blonde smiled at his little.

"There," he said, "All done."

She sniffed. "No more?"

"None," Draco confirmed. "You've had all your vaccines."

"Vaccines?" Harry frowned.

Blaise gave the raven-haired boy a confused look. "The ones for dragon pox- everyone gets their boosters at fourteen."

Draco crouched down slightly to look Harry in the eyes. "Harry, did you have your vaccines?"

"No," he mumbled, suddenly feeling very small, "Was I meant to?"

"Yes," Blaise sighed, "You were."

Draco straightened, and murmured to his boyfriend, "We're going to have to take him. It's obvious the so called light side don't care enough to make sure he gets them. Dragon pox is lethal."

"I know," Blaise muttered back, "But we have to get him to trust us first."

The blonde paused. "I have an idea. I'll tell you during the talk."