"I can't do it," Harry announced as they climbed the stairs to their floor to go to bed.
"Can't or won't?" Draco asked, knowing exactly what Harry was thinking without any further explanation.
"Does it matter?"
"Not really, it all ends up the same. Might I ask why?"
Harry shrugged when he reached his door, turning to look at the other man. "I don't know. I just know I can't. I can't pick new parents for these kids. I can't see separating them."
"What you really mean to say is you don't want to give them up," Draco observed.
"And you do?" Harry shot back.
"It's not my choice. I'm just the nanny."
"Bullshit!"
"Language, Potter," Draco said mildly looking towards the stairs.
"They can't hear me."
"So you think."
"They're sleeping, and you're avoiding my question. I'll rephrase it for you. What if it were your choice?"
The blond sighed. "Then no, I wouldn't. I've grown too attached to them. It would be hard to watch them go off with new families even if I knew they'd be happy. I knew this was going to happen."
"I think maybe everyone did but me," Harry admitted. "I guess I was in denial, or I just never thought I'd get this attached. What am I going to do with ten kids?"
"Raise them."
"You really are a smart arse aren't you?"
"It's a hidden talent of mine."
"Not so hidden," Harry snarked.
"Maybe not, but I am serious as well. You raise the kids and let me help. Let your friends and family help. Hire additional help if necessary. The only thing you have to decide is whether or not you're going to return to the Auror department."
"What do I do for money if I don't?"
"Do you really think the job will pay enough to raise ten children? I didn't think it paid that well. It's public service after all, and a Ministry job no less. Neither of those typically brings in the galleons. The question really is: is the money you do make worth the risk you take in the job?"
"Maybe not, but what do I do if I don't work? I need money from somewhere. As you just pointed out raising ten kids will not be cheap even if I can duplicate and change the colors of their clothes. Though I suppose that will help."
"You have a vault from your parents," Draco pointed out. "There's still the family fortune from Sleekeasy's right? Your grandfather invented it."
"How did you know that?"
"The Potters are part of the Sacred twenty-eight."
"So, naturally you have all of that information memorized."
"Part of my early training. I'd suggest you check with the accounts at Gringott's and possibly the company currently making it. You might still be getting a portion of the profits."
"I never thought of that. I wouldn't have thought of that."
The blonde shrugged. "You also have the Black family vault, which is I'm sure, rather large. You have the Tonks and Lupin vaults to raise Teddy as well correct?"
"Yes."
"If you legally adopt the children then the vaults left by their families will go to you for their care."
"They need that money when they're adults though. Besides, first, we have to find a way to prove that those vaults belong to them."
Draco shook his head. "The goblins will be more cooperative about that than the Ministry has been. You won't use all of the money. Besides, I can show you how to invest and get returns you all can live on if there isn't more coming from the hair potion. I've been avoiding taking over the family books. Lucius taught me how years ago so I know what to do. I can help you. I'd rather manage your books, they're less likely to have questionable accounts."
"I should ask the kids first. I should give them the option, let them decide where they want to live."
"If you want, but you don't have to."
"They're old enough they should have a say. They should choose if they want to live here or have a more normal family."
"You want to offer them the chance you didn't get," Draco replied choosing not to comment on what a normal family could be.
"Yes."
"Then ask them," Draco replied, "but not tonight. We are not waking them all up. We'd never get them back to sleep and I need to sleep myself."
"Tomorrow then."
"I'd like to talk to you all," Harry said at breakfast the next morning.
"Are we going somewhere?" Freya asked. "You said we were going to start going out on small trips and we haven't done that yet."
"I wanna go," Conor said.
"Me too," came a chorus of other voices.
"Not today," Harry replied holding up a hand. "I have something I want you to think about. You all know we haven't been able to find any of your families. There are people who would like to adopt some of you-"
"Not all of us?" Fiona questioned.
"What Harry means is that different people might want to adopt some of you in small groups, but that all of you would have different homes, different families," Draco explained.
"Riordan and I would stay together, right?" Michael asked.
"Yes," Harry assured the boy. "We'd make sure that if you're siblings you would be adopted together. Teddy will stay with me, but the rest of you could have new mums and dads."
"Do we have to?" James wanted to know.
"No, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. If you want you can keep living here with me."
"And Draco," Conor said.
"Yes, and Draco," Draco said with a smile.
"Would you be our dad then?" Marcus asked.
"If we made it legal and I adopted you, I would be your father but you wouldn't have to call me dad. I am willing to do that, to adopt any of you that want to be, but I want you to decide. I want you to think about it."
"Will you adopt me too?" whispered Teddy.
"Of course. No matter what anyone else decides I will adopt you Teds."
"When do we have to decide?" Conor questioned. "And can we meet people who want to be our mums and dads first?"
"We can arrange that," Harry responded. "You don't have to decide any time soon. As a matter of fact, you can live here until you go to Hogwarts and stay here in the summers until you move out and I don't have to ever adopt you if you don't want. You'll still be welcome here."
"Conor, you need to remember," Draco said, "if people want to adopt you they'll want to adopt you and Fiona together. So you both need to be happy with that decision."
"And if you decide on another family we can always arrange play dates so you all can still see each other and spend time together," Harry added. "We're not going to talk about it more right now. I want you all to think about it. We can talk later. Time for lessons."
The children climbed down from their chairs, took their plates or bowls to the sink, then trooped up the stairs with Draco right behind them. Harry took a deep breath and followed.
"Harry, you didn't really tell them all they should decide?" Ron asked that evening.
"That is a rather large decision for little kids to be making," Hemione said. "I appreciate that you wanted them to have a choice-"
"But you think it's too much for them," Harry finished her sentence.
"Not necessarily," she replied. "They should have some say but…"
"But what? I know they're young, but I just can't send them away. They have to know they can stay, and I can't send them with someone they may hate, or not get along with at all. I won't force them to stay here either."
"No, you're right," Hermione said and nodded. "They've been through enough in their short lives. They need to feel that they have some sense of control."
"You're really willing to keep them all?" Ron asked. "Don't you want to have kids of your own someday? Will you still want your own kids after raising ten others? How are you going to find someone to date?"
"They will be my kids if I adopt them."
"I know," Ron replied. "That wasn't what I meant."
"I know, but having biological children was going to be a challenge for me anyway. Dating isn't likely to happen anyway for a few reasons. The most important is that I'm not ready to date. I'm not even ready to come out to the general public."
"Sorry about that by the way mate," Ron said, chagrined. "I wasn't thinking. What did he have to say about it?"
"He," Draco commented from the door, "says it's none of my business, and who cares who Harry wants to date."
"Yeah, right," Ron scoffed.
Draco looked to the ceiling biting back the sharp retort he wanted to let out and then looked back at Harry's friends. "I don't care. Others might but I don't. Probably because I'm also gay. Go ahead and tell the papers or anyone else you want. It won't matter. Mother doesn't read the Prophet anymore. Lucius is the one that would care and he's locked up and even if he heard I just don't care anymore. My friends already know and if the rest of the world has another reason to hate me, so be it. Most of them can't honestly hate me anymore. It'll just be fodder for gossip/"
"We won't say anything," Hermione responded quickly.
"I really should come out at some point," Harry commented. "May as well just get it all out there. Maybe right after I adopt any or all of the kids that want me to."
"The kids," Draco said, shaking his head. "That's why I came down. Freya really wants to talk to you. She says they all need to talk to you right now, she was very insistent. They're in her room, all of them. They wouldn't tell me what it was about. They just said it had to be you."
"Okay then, I'll be right back," Harry told his friends and left the room.
"While he's with the kids could I talk to you two for a moment?"
"Yes," Hermione said at the same time Ron snapped out a no.
"Yes," Hermione reiterated firmly.
"I owe you both an apology, well several to be honest, but I'll start with one. I was a bully. I was a tosser. I was horrible to all three of you in school for a number of reasons, none of them any good. I was the worst to you, Granger. I made your lives and others miserable. I have no excuses. I can only say I'm sorry."
"And we're supposed to believe that?" Ron growled.
"You don't have to," Draco replied. "I wouldn't if I were you. I can't explain, not really, not any more than to say the war."
"War changes people," Hermione said, understanding.
"Yes. I don't expect you to accept like I said. I don't expect you to ever want to spend time with me when the children aren't around. I'm hoping, however, that we can continue to spend time together civilly for the sake of the kids."
"We can do that. Can't we Ron?"
Ron grunted in response.
"Thank you. I'll go then and see if I can get Harry out to come back to you."
"You don't have to do that. We can wait as long as we need. The kids come first," Hermione assured him.
"Still, it's probably better that way, so good evening," Draco said and headed out of the room.
"Wait," Hermione called out.
"Hermione what are you doing?" Ron grumbled. "Let him go."
"Did you have a question, Granger?"
"You can call me Hermione," she said. "And yes I do."
"Are you sure you'd be comfortable with me using your first name?"
"I think it will be better. Eventually one of the kids will ask why you don't and you'd have to give them a reason. You won't want to lie to them."
"And I wouldn't. That would be a good time for a lesson in not being an arse. They already know I was on the wrong side of the war. I plan on telling them more as they grow up if I'm still around. I want them to learn from my experience, and not make the same mistakes I did. I doubt they would anyway with Harry as a role model but better to be safe than sorry. However, if you are willing to allow me to use your first name I will and I offer you the same respect though I understand should you choose not to do so. Now, what was your question?"
"What did you do with your time while you were on house arrest?"
Draco chuckled. "Are you really asking or do you have an idea of what you think I was doing?"
"You were researching, weren't you? Specifically, you were researching Muggleborns in our society and what they've contributed. Somehow you got ahold of books or articles that your parents would never have let into the house before."
"Something like that, I wanted to learn what I hadn't been exposed to before, what I hadn't been allowed to see. What Lucius would never have believed and still might not. It took a long time before I really could make it all make sense, and there are times it still doesn't. Not that it matters, it just is what it is. I should go."
Hermione nodded but didn't reply.
"I still don't trust him," Ron muttered.
"You don't have to," Hermione responded. "Neither of us does, we just have to trust Harry."
"I think he's barmy for even letting Malfoy in the door."
"You've made that abundantly clear. He has changed. We'll find out in time just how much."
"You can believe that. I'm sure he's up to something so I'm going to keep an eye on him."
"I'm sure neither he nor Harry expects anything else," she replied.
Harry stopped outside Freya's room for a second considering listening to what the children were saying, then shook his head and entered.
"Harry!" Fiona squealed, ran up to him, and hugged his leg.
He patted her head. "Draco said you wanted to talk to me."
"We want you to be our dad," Freya announced from her bed. The other children were seated on the floor around her except for Conor who was leaning against the wall looking for all the world like a five-year-old version of a sullen teenager. "We talked about it and we all want you to adopt us. We want you to be our dad."
"You all should think about this for a while longer, maybe meet some of the people who might want to adopt you. You might like them and want to have a mum and a dad."
"We don't want to," Michael said. "We know you and we want to stay with you."
"We don't wanna go somewhere else," Riordan added.
"We wanna stay here with you," James insisted.
Marcus nodded, "It's better than anywhere else. Other people might be mean."
"You all feel this way?"
Nine little heads nodded.
"Conor, what about you?"
"My sister wants to stay here."
"But what about you? Please be honest. Don't worry about what the others say or think."
The boy shrugged. "It's better to stay with you and my sister."
"If you're sure, but I'm not going to do it right away. I want you to keep thinking about it. We can talk again in a week or so. You can still go meet other families."
"You're not going to change your mind are you?" Conor challenged. "Did you really mean it? Do you really want us to stay? Are you trying to get us to change our minds so you can get rid of us?"
"If you want to stay, yes I want you to. I won't change my mind. I'd hate to see you all go. Yes, even you Conor," Harry said when the boy frowned. "If we do this I will be your dad legally. You don't have to call me that though. You know you'll all be brothers and sisters then too. Not just Conor and Fiona, and Michael and Riordan. They'll always be siblings from birth, but you'll all be seen as brothers and sisters legally. Maybe you should think about that too, and right now it's time to start getting ready for bed. So, head out and get your pajamas on and start brushing your teeth."
"Ok, thanks, Harry," Freya said as the children began filing out of the room. Most of them stopped to give him a hug or a high five.
He followed them out and met Draco in the hallway.
"Everything okay?" the blonde asked.
"I feel like I should be asking you that," Harry replied.
"Everything's fine with me. I spoke to Granger and Weasley for a minute or two."
"That went well I assume."
"Better than I expected. How about up here?"
"They want me to adopt them."
Draco nodded. "I had a feeling that was what they were going to say."
"What if they're just clinging to the familiar?"
"Is there something wrong with that? After all, they've been through. You've provided a home for them, food, clothes, shelter, toys, education, consistency, and most of all love and care. They needed it."
"I should go back downstairs. You've got this covered?" Harry asked gesturing to the children running in and out of the bathroom.
"Yes. Go back to your friends. I'll call Winky if I need help."
"Okay. Thank you, Draco."
"Harry? Is there something I can help you with?"
"Actually Percy, there is. I'm sure you're busy so if there's a better time I can come back."
"No, no," the older Weasley assured him pushing back from his desk and setting down his quill. "Have a seat. How are the children? Mum's been over the moon about visiting your house. It's all she talks about at Sunday dinners. I think she's eagerly waiting for the day you bring them all to the Burrow for one of those meals."
"I'm sure she is, though I'm not sure they're ready for that just yet. The kids are actually why I'm here to talk to you."
"Do tell."
"They want me to adopt them."
"All of them?"
"Yes."
"That's ten children, correct?"
"Yes."
"Well, you'll need to file an application with the Department of Family and Children. However, I'm sure you already know that."
Harry nodded.
"So, you're here to find out what you need to do to be sure the application is approved."
"Yes. The children are young enough that while I took their feelings and opinions into consideration, it's likely that the Ministry won't. I thought you might be able to give me tips to make the application the best it can be."
"You're quite right that the Ministry won't consider what the children have to say. Their first consideration will be that it is you who is applying. There will be those who are concerned that you are single, but it's not a deal breaker. I would suggest you invite someone from the department to come and observe you with the children," Percy said. "They will anyway, but if you issue the invitation it's better."
"It doesn't come across as too eager?"
"Not if you issue the invitation once and leave it at that. Let them know that they are welcome to come and see you and the children, to look over the house and assess it for safety. Be aware that their visits will most likely not be scheduled."
"Especially if Madame Larkin has anything to do with it," Harry grumbled.
"I believe I heard she has retired," Percy told him.
"Wonder how Kingsley convinced her to do that?"
"I have no idea. Dad said he thought she'd never leave. She was practically a fixture here at the Ministry. Regardless, the only concern I would have that might keep you from being approved is Draco Malfoy being in the home with the children. You should consider hiring an actual nanny instead."
Harry shook his head. "No. That's not negotiable. The kids love Draco, and he's actually really good with them. Besides, even Kings said it was a good idea. He approved it personally, so if whoever approves the adoptions has a problem with it they can take it up with him."
"It will be the Wizengamot and they don't all like the Minister. Some of them will deny your application just to spite him. If you insist on keeping Malfoy around you should get character reference letters from as many people as you can for both of you. It still might not be enough. You may have to ask him to leave, at least until the adoption is final."
Harry again shook his head, this time more vigorously. "No, and only for the kids."
"Talk to him about it, and let the children know. I'm sure they'd understand."
"Maybe, but they'd suffered enough. I don't want to make it worse."
"Have the discussion, just in case. You can wait and see how things are going. We might be able to get a gauge of the court before the adoption case is heard, to find out if the change is necessary."
Harry sighed. "Fine, I'll start asking people for character references. I'm going to go down and pick up that application now. Will you look it over for me when it's completed?"
"Certainly."
"Thank you," Harry said and stood to go. "Oh, wait. One more question."
"Yes?"
"How would it affect my application if I were no longer working in the Aurors? Bear in mind that I do have a consistent income in my family vault."
"You're going to quit? Does Ron know?"
Harry shook his head. "I don't know yet. It's something I'm considering and no he doesn't know yet. I was wondering what impact it would have."
"That's a very valid question. On one hand, being an Auror is a dangerous job with a higher risk of serious injury or death than in other departments. That will be a concern if you don't have acceptable guardians lined up. On the other hand, some members will be very upset if you leave the Aurors even if it's better for you and the children. Over all so long as you have the money to support your family I don't think it will sway the decision either way."
"Thank you, Percy."
"You're welcome. If you have any other questions, send me an owl. I can always stop by after work and talk to you."
"I'd appreciate that."
"What is all that?" Draco asked as Harry sat down at the table in the kitchen with a large stack of parchment.
"The applications for adoption."
"Applications as in plural?"
Yes."
"One for each kid?"
"No," Harry replied, "but close. One for each child or set of siblings."
"Oh, so eight instead of ten. That's so much better. They really couldn't put more than one child on a single form?"
"It's the Ministry," was the answer.
"Of course. That just says it all. Would you like help with it? I can fill out some of them for you."
"Nice of you to offer and I'd take you up on it if I didn't think someone would be nitpicky enough to deny the lot because the handwriting was different. I'm supposed to do it myself, so I will. It'll just take longer than I thought it would."
"Take as long as you need. The kids aren't going anywhere in the meantime. They're staying here. The only difference will be making it legal for the rest of the world. You already know you're their dad and so do they. That's the important part."
"It is, but I think they'll all be happier when it's official now that they know it can be," Harry said.
"You're probably right. Well if I can't help you then I'm heading up to bed. I'll get up with them in the morning if you need to sleep later after working on all of that."
"Thanks."
The next night as Harry sat down to work on the paperwork again, Draco brought him a glass of firewhiskey.
"Here, this might make the work easier."
Harry took a sip and sat back. "I've been thinking."
"That sounds dangerous," the blond responded as he sat in one of the chairs across from Harry.
"I have to quit my job."
"Are you sure about that?"
Harry nodded. "Not every case we take on is life-threatening but even one is enough to make it too much. I can always retrain and go back to it once all of the children are at Hogwarts. If I'm still interested."
"You think you won't be?"
"I don't know."
"Is it not all you thought it would be?"
"Not exactly," Harry said and chuckled. "I think I thought it would be much more chasing dark wizards and fewer other types of cases. It's not that some of the work isn't interesting and I'd probably have gotten more challenging cases if I'd put more time in. The problem is those more challenging cases are also the ones more likely to lead to me being incapacitated or dead. So I have to quit. After the adoption is final, I'm designating you as guardian."
Draco's eyes went wide and his head swiveled to Harry. "Um, what?"
"I'm making you guardian of the kids in case something happens to me."
"I, that was a really sudden change of topic. Let's take a step back," Draco requested. "You're planning on leaving the Aurors. Taking a long-term leave of absence basically."
"Yes. We established that which is why I changed the topic to the one you're avoiding."
"Not avoiding, still trying to take it in is all. Do you really think it's a good idea to make me their guardian? What about your friends and family?"
"The children know you and they love you. Yes, I have lots of people that would help with them if something happened to me but none of them are really willing to take on ten children at once. They'd still want to split them up. You on the other hand will keep them together."
Draco took a long drink from his glass. "Okay another question, do you really think the Ministry will allow you to choose me as guardian?"
"They don't have a say in who is chosen. I register the paperwork and that's all there is to it. They don't get to disagree. With Madame Pain in the Arse gone I think we're fine. I don't think they'll argue if you've been living with the children as you have been. Like I said they don't have a choice."
"No, I suppose they don't. Especially if that old hag isn't in charge anymore. Won't the Weasleys disapprove? They have good reason to hate me after what my father slipped the diary to Ginny. Yes, I know about that. Everyone knows about that. It was a complete secret at Hogwarts so of course, everyone knows. Not to mention Lucius complaining about it. Then I let the Death Eaters into school and that's when the oldest was attacked by Greyback."
"I'll talk to them and explain. With my leaving the Aurors that should minimize the risks. Actually, Ron will probably be more upset about that than you getting the kids. It'll be fine. They'll understand."
"If you say so."
"Are you not willing to be the guardian?" Harry asked.
"No," Draco said quickly. "I would absolutely take care of them, whether you named me guardian or not I would do it. I just think that's not going to go well."
"I don't care what people think. I care how the children feel and this is what they'll want. I've set an appointment with a solicitor to discuss my will. I plan on leaving this place to Teddy but if something happens to me before he's of age it will be left to him in trust with you as the trustee."
"You're swearing the solicitor to silence right? Making them take an Unbreakable or something?"
Harry shook his head. "Attorney-client privilege means they can't say anything anyway."
"You are not that naïve Potter."
"Oh, it will be made clear that if they break that privilege they will pay."
"Care to share?"
"No, I have too much work to do right now."
"Well then. You get to it and I'm heading to bed." Draco stood and headed to the door turning just before leaving the room. "Thank you…Harry."
Harry nodded.
"I need to run out this afternoon for a bit," Harry said to Draco as they descended the stairs to the kitchen the next morning.
"While the kids are taking their naps?"
"Or at least spending quiet time in their rooms. I'll be back as fast as I can."
"Care to tell me where you're going?"
"When I get back," Harry answered as they were nearly overrun by children coming down to eat breakfast.
Hours later Draco was straightening the library when the Floo flared up down the hall.
"Harry?" called a female voice.
"Harry?" called a second more familiar voice.
The blond took a deep breath, braced himself, and stepped into the hall.
"Harry stepped out for a little bit. He said he had an errand he had to run," Draco informed the two women now standing there looking at him with disgust and loathing. "I don't know for sure how long he'll be gone but if you'd like to stay and wait you're more than welcome. I know the children will be glad to see you both when they get up from their naps. If not I can let him know you came by or you can leave him a note."
"We'll just go."
Draco nodded and watched them reenter the drawing room then rushed after them.
"Mrs. Weasley, Ginevra!"
"It's Ginny," the woman in question snapped.
"Yes, of course. I… would you stay for a few moments? I'd like to speak with you."
"You could hardly have anything to say that I want to hear," Molly hissed.
"I'm sure that's true. I only ask for Hary's sake and the children's."
"Mum," Ginny said softly. "Let's hear him out."
Molly didn't respond, simply turned and stood in front of the fireplace arms crossed.
"Thank you," Draco began. "I owe you both an apology both personally and on behalf of my family. Honestly, I owe you more than that. I owe the whole world more than that. Specifically, I want to apologize for my father and the diary placing Ginny in harm's way. I don't know if he knew what it was but either way it was his style to try and get rid of something that might cause him trouble and to do it in a way that endangered others. Personally, I owe you an apology for what happened to your son Bill. I also need to apologize to him at some point. If I had made different choices, better choices, he would never have been attacked. That was entirely my fault and for that, I am heartily sorry."
"Why now?" Ginny asked.
"It's past time. I've been trying to make apologies to everyone I've wronged when I get the chance. I don't expect acceptance of the apologies or forgiveness. I just wish to convey that I am sorry," Draco responded. "And as I said it's for Harry and the kids."
"How long do you plan on hiding out here and living on Harry's vaults?" Molly questioned.
"I will live here with the children as long as Harry allows. As for living on his vaults, you can ask him as you have no reason to believe me, I have tried time and again to offer him money to cover my expenses, but he refuses. He says to count it as my pay."
"Sounds like Harry," Ginny said, shaking her head. "He's always been generous even with those that don't need it."
"I have sent a letter to Gringotts requesting that the sum of ten galleons a week be transferred to his account. That started a week ago. Hopefully, he won't notice or will assume it's coming from one of the children's family vaults. I'd wanted to set it up for more. I was worried, however, that more would be more noticeable. If he doesn't then I'll increase the amount."
"He won't notice," Ginny replied rolling her eyes. "He doesn't care enough about money to pay any attention to how much he has or where it's coming from."
"He may not have previously, but since the kids came to live here he's become concerned about how he'll afford to care for them all. I've gotten off track. I said I owed you an apology but I haven't given it. Please don't think I expect you to accept it. I know that is asking too much. I have done far too much to be forgiven. I am truly sorry for everything I have done to you Ginny, for what my father did, and for what I have done to Ron and the rest of your family. I can't take it back though I wish I could. I can't make it up to you. All I can do is offer my apology and try to prove to everyone I have changed by helping these children avoid the mistakes I made, by helping to raise them and teach them to be accepting of others, to not look down on others, to not believe they are better due to their birth and nothing more."
"You really mean that?" Ginny questioned.
"I do. Though again, I don't expect you to believe me. In time perhaps I can show you that it's the truth. Anyway, I've kept you all here for much too long," Draco said looking at the clock on the mantel. "The children will be awake soon however and I know how much they love spending time with you, Mrs. Weasley. Every time you come over all Harry and I hear for hours if not days afterward is about 'Grandma Molly.' If you'd be more comfortable I will go to my room until you leave, all you would need to do is send Kreacher or Winky to let me know."
Molly considered, "That would be acceptable."
"Very well. Freya, Marcus, and Conor will no doubt be coming out of their rooms in the next ten minutes. As the oldest, they have the shortest rest times and they begged to learn to read a clock so that they know when they can get back to playing. They all picked it up in the first lesson. I'll go now."
The blond left the room and Ginny turned to her mother. "I think he might actually be sincere. Harry and Hermione insisted he was, but Ron is still suspicious."
"Ronald is right to be," Molly contended. "That man has something up his sleeve, and I hate him being here with these children. However, Harry might be best to keep him close until he learns what the Malfoy spawn is actually up to. It will be easier for all of us to watch him if he's here."
"Mum, remember he helped Harry get custody of Teddy."
"That was just so he'd still be an only child."
Ginny resisted the urge to sigh. "Well, the kids do love him so I suppose we'll all just keep out eye on him."
"Exactly right. I wonder if that's not why Kingsley agreed to him serving out his hours here."
"So he'd be watched closely?"
"Yes, it's exactly the kind of thing he might think of."
"Grandma Molly," Freya called gleefully.
"Aunt Ginny," Conor said much more formally.
"Hello, Freya. Hello Conor, and you must be Marcus," Molly said to the children.
The boy nodded his head.
"Shall we go down and make a snack for you and your brothers and sisters?" Ginny suggested.
All three children nodded vigorously and ran for the stairs to the kitchen.
"Mr. Potter, what can I do for you today?" the headmistress asked as he entered her office.
"I wanted to talk to you," Harry replied.
"Have a seat? Would you care for a biscuit?"
"Oh, no, thank you. Molly has seen to it that we have a never-ending supply, and if by chance we run out before she restocks the jar then Winky starts baking. I think I actually need a break from sweets."
"Molly must be in heaven with ten almost grandchildren," McGonagall remarked.
Harry smiled and nodded. "She's thrilled and the children love her just as much. I believe we'll be having Victoire come with her someday soon. They may as well get to know each other, as they will be unofficial cousins."
"So you're going to keep the children?"
"Yes, I've begun filling out the applications for adoption. Actually, before I say what I came to say I do have one quick question."
"Well then?"
"I've spoken with Percy about my applications. He expressed concerns about Draco. I know many on the Wizengamot will feel the same. Would you be willing to write a character reference for him? I'd like to have several and you're the first person I'm asking."
"I have corresponded with Draco throughout his house arrest in helping him to finish his coursework and take the NEWTS. He has made me quite aware of his feelings about his actions in the war. I will most certainly write a letter in support."
"Thank you. Now, I came to tell you that I've decided I must leave the Aurors."
"To care for the children?"
"And to possibly take on a job less likely to leave them once again without a parent."
"Perfectly understandable," Minerva replied. "Why did you feel the need to come tell me in person?"
"You supported me when I chose Auror as my career path. You encouraged me. You were the first to do so."
"And you feel that by leaving you might be letting me down," she said knowingly.
"Yes."
"Mr. Potter, Harry, you have no need to feel that way. You are making a tough choice, one that makes incredible sense. You couldn't possibly let me down. Unless you send those children here unprepared," she remarked with a wink.
"I would never," Harry said with a grin, "and even if I could, Draco would never let me."
"No, I imagine Draco would insist on their all receiving a proper education."
"Yes. He's taken charge of their lessons consulting with Hermione, his mother, and Ron about Molly's curriculum. He spends time each evening reviewing what they have learned and what we need to continue next. He's surprised me more than once in his behavior with the kids, but his meticulous planning for their lessons didn't. He's completely dedicated to them."
"And have you gotten him out of the house?"
"No." Harry shook his head. "He's content to stay in and never be seen. Theo has been over a time or two now, and I know he issued an invitation to Blaise because he asked me about it first but he stays in other than his visits with his mother. It's not been worth fighting so far, though once the adoption is final I hope to get him out."
"Do, it would be bad for him to hide away forever."
"I've told him that but he doesn't believe me."
"He might come to in time. Well, I imagine you have other stops to make with your news."
"Yes ma'am."
"You may use my Floo if you would like."
"Thank you," Harry paused, "Minerva."
"Ah, you'll get used to it in time," she said with a soft chuckle.
"I don't know that I will, but I will try," he replied before stepping into the Floo.
"Auror Potter, hello," the head Auror said when Harry entered the main office.
"Hello, sir. Could I speak with you a moment?"
"Certainly, let's just step into my office," Gawain said leading the way. "Have a seat."
"Thank you. I wanted to speak to you about my position."
"I had a feeling."
"I'll be submitting my resignation. I considered requesting a long-term leave of absence but I just don't see that as a realistic option. I have enjoyed my time here and I would like to donate to the department to pay for my training as I'm not putting in equal time as an active duty Auror," Harry said.
"There is no need for that Harry," Robards assured him. "We don't ask those who never finish training to repay us and you'll need the money for your family. You are adopting the children?"
"Yes sir."
"We're past time for you to call me Gawain."
Harry nodded. "Thank you for that."
"If at some point in the future you wish to return we'd be happy to have you."
"I don't see that happening but I appreciate the offer."
"Well then, whenever you're ready write up your resignation and submit it. I'll see to it personally."
"Thank you, sir. Thank you, Gawain."
"Good luck with your children."
Harry nodded and stepped out of the Head Auror's office.
"Mate?" Ron called across the main room. "What are you doing here?"
Harry braced himself. This was going to be the worst of all.
"Let's step into the conference room there for a second," he suggested.
"Okay," Ron replied looking at him suspiciously.
"I had to talk to Robards."
"You're quitting," Ron accused.
"Yes, I need to think of the kids first."
"Would you still leave if it was just Teddy?"
"I don't know," Harry said honestly, "but it doesn't matter because it's not just Teddy. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize," Ron grumbled. "Even if you really mean it you're leaving me here. You and Neville both abandoned me."
"You still have Addie," Harry pointed out. "Besides, you love this job."
"I thought you did too."
"Some of it, maybe I would have enjoyed it more with more time but it doesn't matter now."
"You're really gonna raise ten kids?"
"I guess so."
"It still sucks, mate."
"I won't apologize again. I have to go. I should tell Kingsley and then get home again. I hate to leave Draco alone with the kids for too long."
"You should never leave him alone with them."
"Ron, they love him. You're going to have to deal with that."
The redhead shook his head but didn't say any more.
"You'll tell Hermoine?"
"Yeah."
"Ok then, thanks."
"Sure."
"Molly? What are you doing here? Where's Draco?" Harry asked when he stepped into the kitchen finding her with Freya, Fiona, Marcus, and Michael. "And where are the other kids?"
"Ginny is with several of them out in the back garden. He is in his room I'd presume," Molly said stiffly.
"Grandma is helping us make chocolate biscuits," Freya told him.
"It looks like they're all in the over now," Harry said with a smile. "Why don't you four go out back?"
"Can I get Draco?" Michael asked.
"If you'd like."
Molly busied herself cleaning up the dishes refusing to make eye contact with Harry. Neither said a word until Draco and Michael passed through and went out back. Draco locked eyes with Harry for a moment and shrugged before closing the door.
"Molly-" Harry began.
"I just don't understand," she cut in.
"I'm not sure that I do either, but he's really good with them. He's been totally honest with them about his past, or at least as much as he can be for their age. He's an excellent teacher. They love him. I never would have thought he and I could spend any amount of time together without wanting to hex each other, but things are running smoothly here. I think he's trying to find a place in the world again, something to do with his life."
"Well helping you take care of these children will certainly help him regain his status and then where will you be when he takes off."
Harry bit back a sigh. "He's insisted that no one knows he's even here. He never leaves the house except to occasionally check on his mother. He goes out back but never out front. He didn't want his name anywhere in the interviews I did. He's been especially alert keeping an eye out for Skeeter. If he's truly planning something like you and Ron seem to believe, then it's a very long game plan. Regaining his family honor should be at the top of his list but he just doesn't seem to care. Letting everyone know he's here working essentially as a nanny would be a great news story. Then again the old Malfoy wouldn't have ever volunteered to take on the childcare role he has. We coexist very peacefully."
"I simply don't trust him."
"I understand that, and so does he."
"Yes, he does," Ginny piped up from the door she had just closed. "He offered to go to his room so we wouldn't have to spend time with him. He apologized. Ron says Draco apologized to him and Hermione as well. Nev said he's received a letter of apology. Luna seems to trust him. The children all love him."
"He's a Death Eater. His aunt tried to kill you," Molly protested.
"He isn't his aunt, Mum. He's not his father either. It's one thing to judge him for the things he did but he says he regrets them and I am inclined to believe him. If not because of his words, because of his actions, and because of Harry's trust in him."
"Molly, I don't expect you to ever like him. I would ask that you continue to do what you appear to be doing and be civil and not speak negatively around the kids. I appreciate that by the way. At some point in the future, I'd like to be able to bring all ten kids to your house for Sunday dinner. It's not necessary for Draco to come along, though it would make things easier. If not, he's already said he'll explain to the children why. He doesn't hold back that he made horrible mistakes. I think it's a good thing for the kids to see."
"Sunday dinner?" Molly's eyes got bright. "You're thinking about Sunday dinner? All of you?"
"You're keeping them," Ginny guessed. "I knew it."
"Yes, and I'll be planning a party for after it's all official. Only close friends and family, but Draco is included in that."
"Well," Molly began, "I suppose it's better to at least keep an eye on him."
"If that makes you happy. Would you two like to stay for dinner? We can send Arthur a message and he can join us as well."
"I'd love to," Ginny answered then looked pointedly at her mother.
"It would be nice to take one night off from cooking, much as I love to do it. If you'll let me borrow your owl. I'll send that message."
"That went better than I would have anticipated," Draco commented as the Weasleys apparated away and the children tromped to their rooms to prepare for bed.
"You had a rather long conversation with Arthur," Harry noted. "Care to tell me what you were so intently talking about?"
"He was telling me about his favorite Muggle things. He promised to show me his collection sometime, though I'm sure he was just being polite."
"Oh no, if he offered he meant it. You might want to avoid taking him up on it though. You'll be trapped in his shed for hours. It's gotten worse since he has Hemione and me to answer questions he has about things he finds."
Draco peered at the other man. "Why do I think you actually encourage him?"
"I wouldn't… when Molly can catch me that is," Harry admitted. "She hates that collection of his, but Hermione and I both enjoy bringing him little things when she's not looking. Ron has added to the collection too as he's started spending more time in the Muggle world. Actually, Ron may be getting to be just as bad as his father though he doesn't keep anything he takes it all to Arthur. Still, I regularly get or used to get Floo calls about the newest thing he'd discovered. Now it's owl post."
The blond smiled and chuckled. "Perhaps you can explain the duck thing Arthur was talking about."
"The rubber duck?" Harry grinned.
"I believe that's what he said."
"He has at least a dozen now. Every time I see a new one I buy it for him."
"What is the purpose?"
"There really is no purpose other than for fun. It's a bath toy."
"Toys for the bath?" Draco asked and raised an eyebrow.
"Did you not have toys for the bath when you were little?"
"Did you?" the blond inquired, dodging the question.
"No, but my cousin had several. He had toys for everything."
"And you had none," Draco observed, "so, you get a kick out of giving them to the kids and to Arthur Weasley."
"Yes," Harry said with a grin.
"He seemed much more accepting of me being here than his wife or your mate."
"Arthur has always been more easygoing. Molly is quick to judge-"
"And in this case, she has a reason to."
Harry shrugged. "She'll get over it. We just have to give it time."
"As long as she's okay with us being in the same room occasionally then I have no argument."
"I think we're okay there. I have a request."
"You sound serious."
"It's a request that will most likely make you uncomfortable," Harry said.
"Well, then I can hardly wait."
"Ah, there's the sarcasm."
"You expected anything else?"
"Not really," Harry laughed. "It is a rather serious request. I'd like you to think about it and I will understand if you say no-"
"But you want a yes."
"I'd appreciate it as I'm sure would the children."
"Oh, bringing in the kids, that's a low blow, Potter."
"It involves them."
Draco crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. "Ok enough stalling, ask. Whatever it is, just ask."
"I'd like it if you'd come to court with us for the adoption hearing."
Draco fought not to tense up at the thought of going to the Ministry. "Has it been scheduled already?"
"No, I haven't even submitted the paperwork. I'll be doing that tomorrow."
"So you're just thinking ahead."
"Yes. I have to include a plan for their care and you'll be included in that plan."
"Do you want to be denied?"
"Like they'd deny me," Harry scoffed.
"For once you're willing to use your fame."
"For this, hell yes. I have several people writing character references for you but I think it would be more convincing if you were there with us, so they can see you with the kids."
"And see them with me," Draco noted, then asked, "who did you manage to con into writing letters for me?"
"Kingsley, McGonagall, Anara Bennett, Hermione, and Addie. Ginny is considering it."
"Granger?" Draco's eyes were wide. "Granger is writing a character reference for me? Voluntarily?"
"Well, I did ask her if she'd be willing to, but yes."
"And Ginny?"
"Hermione must have told her about it. She came to me and said she was thinking about it before she left tonight."
"It'll be in the paper. You won't be able to stop Skeeter from reporting on it."
"I can handle it if you can."
"You know there will be all kinds of speculation and hundreds of howlers."
"We'll screen them out."
"Someone is going to think I Imperiused everyone, including the kids."
"So we present your wand and they check the last spells you've used."
"I won't lie, the idea of going to the Ministry, especially of going in front of the Wizengamot is terrifying. I will think about it, however."
"I'll do my best to protect you, if you go," Harry assured him.
"You don't have to do that."
"I really do."
"I don't know why I waste my breath. I know I won't change your mind. Oh bollocks, fine, I'll be there. I'll probably regret it when I have weeks filled with nightmares but I'll go."
"Thank you, Draco."
"Anything for the kids, Harry," Draco replied.
Harry stood in the drawing room in front of the Floo looking at the array of people who had come to help him escort the children to the Ministry for court. Conor stood next to Draco holding his right hand. Caela was on the man's hip being held up by his left arm. Marcus was with Hermione; Liam with Ron right next to them. Ginny was laughing at some story James was telling her while Freya was getting to know Neville. Addie and Elaine had the twins with them. Fiona was peering up at George and Angelina. Molly was standing at the back with Teddy. Arthur was going to come down from his office to meet them as was Percy.
Harry had spent the night before tossing and turning and going through every possible thing that could go wrong today. He'd reconsidered his idea of having Draco along then changed his mind about it again. He'd wondered for the millionth time if this really was the best idea. Should he be their dad? Was he really equipped for it? Was anyone? The kids wanted to live here because everything had been fun so far. They even enjoyed their lessons. There hadn't been any major problems other than with Conor and even he was adjusting. When they'd looked at the kids' birthdays again, they'd discovered that Marcus was six months older than Conor. They'd both be going to Hogwarts the same year. That had pacified Conor at no longer being the oldest of the group. As a matter of fact Conor would be six within a month. The first of the birthdays they would celebrate. He'd then gone off on a tangent starting to plan the party.
Draco had refrained from saying anything about the dark circles under the other man's eyes. It had pulled at him though. He was still worried that his presence would be the reason the adoption would be denied. He would have spent the night awake worrying himself if he hadn't taken a draught of Dreamless Sleep. Harry didn't know but Draco had a letter in his pocket that said his community service hours were complete. If he was the obstacle, he would step aside as much as he didn't want to. The Malfoy heir knew it was worth it to do so. He also knew Harry would call him back as soon as the adoption was finalized. The only concern had been Conor's reaction so he'd visited with the boy the previous evening before bed.
"We need to talk," Draco began.
"You're leaving," Conor accused sullenly.
The blond head shook. "I'm not but you need to know that there are people who have to approve of Harry becoming your dad that don't like me, for good reason."
"Because you worked for Voldemort?"
Draco fought not to cringe at the child using the name so easily. It was a good thing, he knew, that the kids weren't frightened as so many others had been. It was also what the world would expect of children raised by Harry Potter. He'd just have to adjust to it.
"Yes. Those people think I shouldn't be around others, especially children."
"But you're a good guy now," the boy protested, "and you take care of us and teach us. I'd rather you be my dad."
"Oh Conor," Draco sighed, reached out, and ruffled the boy's hair. "That's so amazing to hear but Harry will be a great dad and I'll be here."
"Then why do we have to talk?"
"Because for Harry to get to be your dad I may have to leave for a little while. I may have to tell those people that don't like me that I won't be around."
"You're going to lie?"
"Sort of, I'll tell them I'll leave and I will but I won't promise to stay gone. Harry woulnd't let me you know."
"He likes you being around too. He needs the help," Conor observed.
"He does, but anyone would if they were trying to take care of ten kids all day every day."
"So you'd come back?"
"Yes."
"You promise?"
"Yes."
"Does Harry know?"
Draco suddenly questioned the intelligence of telling a five-year-old something this big without telling the other adult in his life.
"No, but don't lie to him about it either."
Conor shrugged. "He won't ask me. He'll be too busy telling you not to be dumb."
A sudden laugh escaped from the blond. "You're probably right. If it happens and I do have to leave you can tell the others when you get home that I'll be back."
"Can I tell Harry then too?"
"He'll know."
"How?"
"He just will," Draco replied, not willing to tell the child everything. "Now, go to bed."
"Okay, okay. Night Draco."
"Good night Conor."
Draco watched the line of adults in front of him step into the Floo with children and shifted his weight feeling the piece of parchment in either pocket of the slacks he wore under his robes. The right pocket held the letter about his hours being complete, a fact he was sure would be brought up in court. It had come by owl just yesterday. He'd decided not to tell Harry to keep from adding to the concerns the other man already had. In his left pocket, crinkling slightly as he took another step forward was a letter to Harry to reassure him that the leaving was not permanent. Weasley would be thrilled as would his mother. Well, they'd deal with it when he came back.
A moment later it was their turn. Draco dropped Conor's hand, took the small handful of Floo powder, threw it into the flames, took the boy's hand again, and stepped with both children into the flames saying "The Ministry." Seconds later they stepped out into the Floo hall and followed the others to the atrium where they congregated.
The children all stood staring up at the Fountain of Magical Brethren.
"I still double-check it every time I come through," Hermione muttered to Draco.
"I never saw the one that replaced it for that year, but I hear it was terrible."
"I'm sure there are pictures somewhere if you want to put one on your wall," Ron sneered.
"I think I'd rather not have the nightmares, but thank you," Draco replied as graciously as he could.
Hermione glared at Ron.
"Time to go everyone, we don't want to be late getting downstairs," Harry called out. He then led the way through the atrium to the bank of lifts. "Remember we may not all fit in one car so meet at courtroom one."
A set of doors opened Harry, Ginny, Neville, and their accompanying children were able to just squeeze in. Moments later a second set of doors opened. Molly pushed past Draco to follow Ron and Hermione and the children they were escorting.
As yet a third set of doors opened Addie and Elaine boarded with the twins. Seeing there was no room left Draco stayed in the hall. Addie shot him an apologetic glance just as the doors closed. Draco stiffened realizing he was now alone in the Ministry with Conor and Caela. He could hear whispers around him though he couldn't make out any words.
Finally, the first set of doors opened once more and he stepped in holding tight to Conor's hand. The doors closed and the lift began to descend, again the whispers began behind him. He stood completely still staring at the doors in front of him. Conor squeezed his hand and Caela buried her head into his neck.
The lift stopped on every floor on the way down. The doors opened witches and wizards shoved past Draco roughly, seemingly ignoring the two children with him, to exit. Others did the same thing on the way in.
On level six a witch entered and gasped. "How dare you come here!" she seethed.
Draco didn't respond.
"I'm talking to you, Malfoy," she prodded.
"We have an appointment downstairs," he replied evenly indicating the children with him.
"A likely story," the witch sneered. "What are you doing with children anyway? Where did you steal them from? Who do they belong to? Hand them over right now. I'll take them to the department of magical law where they'll be safe."
"We are safe with Draco," Conor yelled at the woman. "He takes care of us with Harry."
"We're actually headed to that department ma'am," Draco said stiffly, the reassured the boy. "It's alright Conor."
"What have you done to this boy? Where is your wand? You've clearly Imperiused him."
Caela let out a wail.
"Look what you've done to this child," she accused, then softened her voice, "Come here little one. This man won't hurt you I won't let him." She tried to take Caela from his arms. The girl clung tighter to Draco's neck.
"You're the one who made her cry!" Conor accused. "She likes Draco and so do I."
"You're too young to know what's happened to you," the witch snapped imperiously just as the door opened on level ten.
"Draco, there you are," Harry greeted them. "Addie said you'd been stuck by yourself. I'm sorry. I should have had you upfront with me to make things easier."
"Harry Potter! Has he Imperiussed you too?"
"Ma'am if you had followed any of the news after the war you would be aware the Harry can't be Imperiused," Addie said from behind the man in question. "Sorry Draco, I should have stepped off and stayed with you. Elaine can handle the twins by herself."
"What on earth?"
"Ah Harry, Adeline, and Draco whatever are you still doing on the lift?" Arthur questioned as he exited the next lift over. "You should already be in the room. I'm running a bit late."
"Arthur Weasley?"
"Ah Selinia, I believe Griselda was looking for you. You'd best hurry back up to level eight."
The witch began to stammer as Draco and the children stepped out into the hall and the lift doors finally closed.
"I truly am sorry, Draco," Addie said again.
"It's not your fault. I knew this could happen."
Harry shook his head. "Which is why I should have had you and the kids with me. Caela are you okay?"
The girl looked up and sniffled, eyes red and teary.
"That lady was mean to Draco," Conor groused and stomped his foot. "She made Cae cry and she tried to take her."
"Oh my," Arthur sighed. "You lot go on ahead. I'll catch up in a moment, let me send a quick message." He pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket and a ballpoint one from a pocket, then began scribbling.
"Conor, please go with Harry and Addie while I talk to Caela," Draco said.
The boy looked at him for a moment before nodding his head and stepping away.
"We'll be right there," Draco assured the others. "It's probably best if she's not crying when we come in. That won't help the Wizengamot accept me as their carer."
"You're right," Harry agreed. "Don't be long."
As they walked away Draco crouched down and set Caela on the floor. "Everything is okay now."
"Scared," she whispered.
"I know, but I'm right here and I'm not letting you go anywhere."
"Caela," Arthur said from beside the two. "Would you like to see something special?"
She gazed up at the older man but didn't reply.
"You've seen Harry get owls with letters at home. Here we can't use owls so we do this." Arthur held up the parchment he had folded into a paper airplane and tapped it with his wand. It lifted into the air and flew to the lift doors.
The little girl squealed in delight and watched as it soared into the lift when the doors opened, then began laughing and pointing as more planes flew out.
Draco smiled as he watched her clap her hands in delight when the planes zoomed down the hallway and disappeared.
"Are you ready to go now?"
She nodded, "Up please?"
He picked her up and settled her back on his hip.
"She's stolen your heart hasn't she?" Arthur noted as they began walking to the courtroom. "I know that feeling. I love my boys, all of them, but when Ginny was born she just wrapped herself around my little finger."
"They're Harry's," Draco replied.
"Legally they will be, but I think most of us know he's not their only parent," Arthur said with a wink as he opened the courtroom door for the other man and child to pass through ahead of him. "Don't let them get to you."
Draco gave a brief nod and walked to join Harry at the table with the children. The other adults had all filed into seats behind them. When Draco moved to join them, Harry grabbed his arm.
"Stay here. You can sit with the kids, but stay here. We're not hiding you from them."
"We couldn't even if we tried," Draco observed.
Harry took in the myriad of heads now leaned towards one another and the low rumble of mutters. "They'll just have to deal with it."
The blond merely raised an eyebrow and found an empty seat Conor seemed to be saving for him. Caela immediately climbed up in his lap, and James leaned over into him from the other side.
Taking shelter amongst children, he chided himself, how cowardly, but it may be the best way to help Harry get what he and the kids want.
Mervin Melantine stood at the front of the assembly. "I hereby call this session of the Wizengamot to order. On the docket today we have the application for adoption by Mr. Harry Potter of ten children orphaned during the most recent unpleasantness."
Unpleasantness? Draco fought to keep a straight face. What the bloody hell, man? Just say war.
"The application for adoption of Edward Lupin has been unanimously approved as the child's next of kin has agreed that his placement with Harry is in the boy's best interest. Now we will vote on the other nine children."
"Excuse me, Supreme Mugwump," Came a voice from high up in the court. "I do believe you are passing over the required discussion period."
"I hardly think that's necessary, Ms. Merriweather."
"Oh but I do," she replied and began descending the stairs to stand at the front row of the members of the court.
"Mr. Potter is a hero. He saved us all. What objection could you possibly have?"
"It seems he has a rather appalling lack of decision-making skills," she stated.
Several titters of agreement could be heard.
Draco looked at Harry who refused to look back at him.
"Ma'am," Harry began, "perhaps you could share your concerns with me and I could allay your fears."
"I think you already know my concerns."
"I'd hate to assume I know what someone else is thinking," Harry said calmly.
The woman sniffed and raised her head to peer down at him over her nose. "You come here and make a mockery of our procedures all thanks to your status and name."
"That is enough Leisel," Mervin scolded. "State your concerns clearly for the record or sit down and allow us to vote."
"Fine! My concern is that man," she snapped and pointed to Draco. "How anyone could think that a Death Eater should be allowed to raise children is beyond me. If Mr. Potter wishes to adopt these children he will have to choose another person to help him. That man is simply not an acceptable choice."
"Again I am loathed to make any assumptions so I will ask, are you referring to Draco Malfoy?"
Where did he learn to handle people like that?
"You know that I am."
"Well now that we're all on the same page, what is your objection to Draco? Have you observed him in caring for children?"
She sniffed again. "I wouldn't get near him."
"Then I must ask have you read the character references I submitted."
"There is no question about your character," the witch said attempting to sidestep the inquiry.
Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Oh then perhaps you missed that five of the letters were references for Draco."
"Then we should investigate to see if those writers have been Imperiused."
"Here is my wand," Harry said holding it up. "You're welcome to check it for prior spells."
"There's no need for that," Mervin announced.
"Certainly not," Leisel broke in. "It would be his wand we'd need to check."
Draco stood, wand out, and laid it on the table before Harry could respond. "You're welcome to check my wand. Where shall I place it? Or would you like to come and retrieve it? If you'd prefer I will submit to questioning under veritas serum."
"It won't matter," the woman argued. "You're a Death Eater and shouldn't be allowed near children."
"I take it you'll be proposing legislation that any Death Eater that is free will be required to be sterilized then," Harry asked.
A number of members of the Wizengamot began shouting denials at that point. Ms. Merriweather seemed to finally be stymied.
"I thought not as that would be a human rights violation. Therefore Draco is allowed to have children of his own, so why shouldn't he be allowed to help care for mine? By the way, as you seem to have missed who wrote the letters and are concerned about the Imperius you can certainly check both our wands and call in an Auror or a healer to check the children and me. If you'd also like the letter writers checked you'll need to send a few owls. Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger are both here today, but Healer Anara Bennett, Headmistress Minerva McGonagall, and the Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt are otherwise busy. I'm sure they'll come if you request it."
"That is absolutely unnecessary," Melantine declared. "If there are no other objections, we'll vote now."
Leisel Merriweather, now kowtowed didn't say a word.
"Then all in favor of approving the adoption of Conor and Fiona McCarty, Freya Cavendish, James Dolby, Michael and Riordan Sullison, Marcus Dougherty, Liam Lewis, and Caela McDonell by Harry Potter please say aye."
A chorus of ayes filled the room.
"All opposed say nay,"
All eyes turned to the witch still standing in the front, but she said nothing.
"The ayes have it. Congratulations Mr. Potter! You are now the father of ten children."
Draco slumped into his chair with a sigh of relief. The children began to jump up and down and cheer, even Conor.
"Can we call you Dad now?" Freya asked Harry.
"If you want to, but none of you have to. You can still call me Harry."
"Uh-uh," James said. "You're Dad now."
"Okay, I'm Dad."