A wail pierced the quietness of the ranch farm circular cabin bringing on more noises of cows mooing, dogs barking, chickens squawking, horses neighing; the male face down in the pillow tried to block out it out but eventually got up blearily rubbing his eyes, black tousled hair splayed all over his shoulders. Walking down the hallway Moony his half wolf pup and Grim a black puppy dog running around his feet numerously tripping him up.
"Moony, Grim quiet and go lay down!" He commanded.
Moony and Grim halt their activity before running down the hall wrestling.
He opened the door to the nursery a wailing emerald eyed dark haired baby wriggling around in its crib, said eyes locked on to tired older ones the wailing and cooing began reaching up for its daddy. Harry slumped down on the crib letting his arm hang in the crib letting his son gum his fingers.
"You're killing me little moon." Tickling his wee pudgy stomach; he kicks his little legs around. "You can't keep sleeping with me it will stunt you and make you dependent." Sighs caressing his hair and massaging the soft scalp gently. "At least that's what the books say they also say not to pick you up, I'm the only one taking care of you now my little rainbow I don't wanna mess it up so I'll just sleep here just like this let you play with my hands." He drifted off; back to sleep.
He once lived for at the least 200 years got turned on a slave ship cabin boy you can imagine what his job was morning and night; he was taken by the drunken boat owner daily the Captain didn't pay no heed so long as he got extra weight in his sac that and it was his venomous uncle who hated him.
The ship slave Dean Thomas of African/Island descent was his only friend he mostly worked and lived in the kitchen but helped Harry with the upkeep when he was too bruised didn't help that his cousin loved to make messes, his Aunt wanting to protect her Duddikins from harm joined on the voyages so he had to become a self-learned carpenter Dean as his assistant. But anyway the owner suffered a death going over board during a storm so they had a new owner when they came to dock a brother with a young son. Vernon wasn't someone to not kiss ass and was he tonguing it.
On their way back to do another load they joined upon the vessel and just watching them; a week into it they were killed drained of blood and then him and Dean were turned and then made servants of the son Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr. A.K.A Lord Voldemort. They were now Merchants and escorts of associates like Riddle and his father; trained in all styles of fighting and academia till the discovery of their kind by the humans and the population began to grow. Harry being soft hearted gave up drinking blood as well decided to leave the service didn't go over well with management well the junior management anyway; but released him and Dean with their own ship that funded a farm Dean was the face of. They farmed animal blood Dean kept to his human variety with willing donors that worked and lived on the farm; while Harry ferried others to safe zones or harbored them as sailors.
There was talk of a cure both were very skeptical and to ingrained in their numbing of immortality to listen; unfortunately he came to a low point in his human abstinence and came across a cured one the intoxicating smell of what he now learned was cured vampire blood the sweetest most painful nectarine he ever tasted; being turned at sixteen he was able to switch with Dean, fall in love, got married with a sweet little boy. Then his wife left six months after given birth and he never saw her again; but he at least had his baby he will never let anyone else ever take his heart again with the exception of the wiggler gumming his knuckles.
He suddenly felt a whacking on his head but ignored it, it was now gone and a sharp poke accompanied with it into his ribs.
"Gah!" Harry shoots up to see his Nanny/ Medical Doctorate candidate rocking his sunset as he played with her hair. "Hey Mione."
"Go to bed you have two hours before work."
Harry stands up; stretching cracking his joints.
"Already up got get cows."
"You're so tired not even speaking in proper sentences."
"Need to change baby." Goes to take the baby, but Hermoine smacks his hands away. "Hey! No hitting the hand that pays you."
"If you're gonna do something sleep deprivingly stupid; do it with your cows."
"Fine." Drops arms with a pout; kisses his head.
Donning knee high rubber boots with a pair of shorts and t-shirt with still being summer vacation and began calling for the girls.