January 13 started with Harry leading all five of his mates down to the Gryffindor Table in the Great Hall. Hermione could only sigh. "ANOTHER boyfriend, Harry?"
"He's the last one, I promise," Harry shrugged, piling his plate high with sausages, bacon, and eggs. He only got to eat meat for the next two weeks, he had to milk every meal for every drop of protein.
"And how did this one end up joining the party?" Ginny asked with a wicked grin.
Morgan cleared his throat. "I'm Healer Morgan Hendricks. Professor Dumbledore brought me in to consult on Harry's case."
"And he was just so sexy that I seduced him," Harry said matter-of-factly. "Now he's part of my little reverse harem. Oh, and by the way I'm pregnant."
"Wait, what?" Neville gaped.
"Are you sure?!" Ginny demanded, a manic glint in her eyes.
"I'm sleeping with a Healer, of course I'm sure. He checked twice and everything," Harry shrugged.
"Who's the father?" Hermione asked, eyeing the five men seated next to Harry curiously.
"I have not a clue. I have sex with all of them so often that trying to pinpoint which one I was with at the time of conception is too much hassle. We'll just do the Paternity Charm once the little bundle of joy comes out," Harry answered.
"Harry, how will your illness affect the pregnancy?" Neville asked worriedly.
"Morgan here says that I'll be lucky to make it to 7 months gestation before giving birth. Otherwise, no direct harm to the baby," Harry waved off.
Ginny's face fell. "Oh, a premie baby. My little niece or nephew is going to come out all small and pathetic."
"Ginny, he or she will be a Potter. They'll be fine," Harry grinned confidently.
Ginny moved past her sadness at the news of the premature birth to start squealing. "I'm going to be an aunt! Mum's going to be a grandma! I have to write to her! Unless you wanted to do that yourself, Harry. Might be best she heard it from you."
Harry gulped. "No, no, I'll let you tell her that her unofficial seventh son went and got knocked up from one of the five men he's living in sin with."
Neville shuddered. "I can hear the Howler already."
Hermione hummed. "So, does it feel like a boy or a girl?"
"It's still a zygote, Hermione. It won't even develop sex characteristics for a couple months. Your guess is as good as mine," Harry rolled his eyes.
Etienne spoke up. "You should tell Professor Slughorn about your condition. Some potion fumes aren't safe for expecting men and women."
"How about I just withdraw from Potions altogether? Less homework and I stay away from hazardous fumes!" Harry suggested.
Og grunted. "No. Work out a plan with Slughorn. You're not dropping a N.E.W.T. class halfway through the year."
"You guys are no fun," Harry pouted.
Breakfast ended and Harry went through his day of classes. He indeed alerted Professor Slughorn to his pregnant condition and the elderly Potions Master promised to find him alternative assignments the day they had to brew potions harmful to a fetus. At dinner, he was rejoined by his mates. Harry gave all of them a hug before taking his seat. They all ate and traded conversation until the meal ended and then they went to their rooms. Harry dropped to his knees as soon as he was in the door to hug Indy. "How was my good girl today?" Harry asked in a baby voice.
Indy barked as if actually answering before slathering Harry's face with doggy kisses.
Harry got 15 minutes of uninterrupted doggy time before Og reminded him he had homework to do. Harry sat on the sofa and spread all his school supplies across the coffee table. The twins were reading, each of them glancing at each other so they were effectively reading both books at the same time. Etienne and Og were playing Wizard's Chess, and Morgan was playing catch with Indy and a red rubber ball. It was certainly not a normal scene of domestic bliss, but that was exactly what it was.
Once his homework was at least passable, Harry swept it all into his bag and stretched. "I'm done. Who wants shower sex?"
All five of his mates looked up. They eyed each other, aware only three of them could make love to Harry at once. Well, four if one of them was willing to bottom for Harry. Morgan's place in the line of dominance had already been established as between the twins and Etienne.
"We can take care of each other," the twins finally offered. "Go have fun," they waved, returning to their books.
With their blessing, Harry and his other three mates made for the shower to make wet, slippery love. Once they were done, Harry slipped into the bed and got comfy. Etienne, Og, and Morgan all settled in the bed around him, each of them reaching out to cup Harry's tummy. Harry had accepted this as a quirk of Dominant Drackens, wanting to feel close to and protect the baby even while it was in the womb. Hisoka and Minori went to get showered and joined them a few minutes later. Harry was already asleep by that point.
That set the tone for most of the days leading up to Harry's pregnant heat on February 28th. A few exceptions stood out, of course.
A couple days after Harry told Ginny he was pregnant, Hedwig (whom Ginny had borrowed to send the letter) brought Harry a bright red Howler. Bracing himself for a scolding audible to the entire Great Hall, Harry opened the magical letter.
"HARRY POTTER! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOURSELF THAT YOU WERE PREGNANT? YOU'RE LIKE A SON TO ME! WELL, NO MATTER! HERE'S WHAT ALWAYS WORKED FOR ME:..."
Molly Weasley proceeded to list off a number of pregnancy tips, promised to send him a weekly care package of healthy snacks, and assured him that she'd handle all the baby clothes from age 0-6 months. "AND IN CASE I HAVEN'T SAID IT YET, CONGRATULATIONS!" With that, the Howler finally burned up.
Harry stuck a finger in his ear and twisted it a bit. "Well, good thing we weren't trying to keep it secret. Though once this runs in the Daily Prophet, we'll start getting fan and hate mail."
"We'll handle it," Og asserted.
"I think that was the first 'happy' Howler I've ever heard of," Etienne commented.
"That woman was very loud," the twins observed, both still suffering from tinnitus.
"Oh, she's the sweetest woman in the world. She just has a temper and knows how to shout," Harry shrugged.
"She didn't crucify you over your male harem or mention the baby was going to be a bastard or anything. She was in a really good mood when she wrote that," Ginny mused.
Luna glided over from the Ravenclaw table. "Blessings to you, Harry, for the little one about to join your family."
"Thanks, Luna," Harry grinned.
"Let's hope the Vermicious Floftries don't catch wind of your pregnancy," she said with her typical airy distance.
"Let's hope so, indeed," Harry agreed, knowing to just play along with Luna's made-up creatures.
Morgan had a befuddled expression. "What in the name of hell is a Vermicious Floftrie?"
"A terrible creature that kidnaps newborn children, waits for them to grow wings, and then strips them of every scale," Luna said most solemnly.
Harry's gut dropped. That sounded like what Dracken poachers did. Could Luna be trying to warn him in her odd way? "Are there any Floftries in Hogwarts, Luna?" he asked with false calm.
"None fully grown, though Ronald seems to be about to metamorphose," Luna shrugged. "I'd keep an eye on him. Toodle-lee-doo." With that, Luna began to skip her way out of the Great Hall.
Hermione shook her head. "Ignore her, Morgan. She's not all there. Sweet girl, but not totally sane."
"Right," Morgan said, trading a glance with Harry. He'd recognized what Floftries were code for as well.
The next day, the Prophet ran a front-page article on the Boy-Who-Lived's pregnancy and his controversial relationship with five men at once. Details revealed by 'anonymous sources' made it clear that Ron had sold the information to the Prophet. Harry hoped his ex-friend got a decent price for his treachery.
The rest of January passed in a cold misery of bleak weather, ever increasing loads of homework for each Year, and whispers and pointing at Harry and his mates. February was a tad warmer, and the heat of the gossip about his pregnancy had gone down some. Just in time for Harry to start showing symptoms. Morning sickness was a bitch.
Valentine's Day came, and Harry splurged a little with his trust fund on getting them all charm bracelets from which hung magical portraits of their other mates. Harry's mates thanked him profusely for the thoughtful gift. Harry got gifts of candy and books and clothes from his mates, but the ultimate gift came last. All but Etienne got down on one knee and proposed to him. Harry admired each ring before accepting them. Then Etienne used a spell to fuse all 4 rings (the twins only got him one) into one solid mass of gold and diamonds.
"Should we start planning the wedding? Should it be before the baby comes?" Harry asked, looking up from his fused engagement rings.
"It can be whenever you want, Harry. Screw propriety," Og snorted.
"I don't suppose there's a Wizarding Las Vegas where we could just elope?" Harry asked half-jokingly.
"We could go back to the Dracken Halls and have one of the Elders marry us. We'd just need two witnesses," Morgan mused.
"Or, Dumbledore is Head of the Wizengamot. He has the power to perform a wedding. But again, we'd need witnesses," Etienne put forward.
"Let's do that. Tonight," Harry insisted.
And so, that February 14th after dinner, with Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Luna as witnesses, Professor Dumbledore married Harry to Etienne, Og, Hisoka, Minori, and Morgan. They each sealed their union with a kiss. When Harry had finished kissing Morgan, Ginny grabbed him and squealed over his engagement ring and plain gold wedding band Og had grabbed on the way home from work.
"Harry, you're MARRIED! You're married and pregnant! You're such a grown-up," Ginny gushed.
"Do you feel like an adult, Harry?" Dumbledore asked, overhearing.
Harry seriously considered the answer. "I know how to run a household. I can cook, I can clean, I can do laundry, I can balance and follow a budget. I have money, I have five husbands, and a baby on the way. I don't feel like a child, that's for sure. But an adult… does anyone ever feel like an adult 100% of the time?" Harry posed.
Dumbledore nodded approvingly. "Good answer. Even I feel like a lost child sometimes when I face all my responsibilities. But the key is to stick to your principles and march on."
Outside Dumbledore and his four friends, Harry kept the news of his marriage secret. If anyone noticed the gold band on his finger and asked, he wouldn't deny it. But the last thing they needed was another front-page fiasco from the Daily Prophet.
Harry went to classes, talked with his friends, played with Indy, and bonded with his mates for the rest of February. All the way up to the evening of February 27th when Harry had Dobby take Indy before the waiting game until his heat started. In the early morning hours, Harry's temperature reached 110 Fahrenheit and his pheromones demanded his Dominants impregnate him despite the fact he was already pregnant. All five fought and clawed to have the right to Harry's mouth or ass, slaking themselves on each other when they couldn't get at the Submissive. It was an orgiastic display of Dracken mating rituals.
Harry woke up and his first instinct was to feel his bump. He blinked, looking down to see that it had gotten noticeably bigger since before the heat. "Um, how long was I out? I look an extra month pregnant!"
"The baby is growing in fits and spurts. You just happened to have ballooned while we were on heat," Morgan answered from the bathroom. "Also, given the shortened timespan of 7 months as opposed to a human's 9 months, the baby is doing more growing each day than a human baby would."
Harry nodded at his Healer mate's knowledge. "How soon before we can do an ultrasound? Or whatever the wizarding equivalent is?"
"3 and a half months, or about halfway through the pregnancy. That's if you want to determine the sex. If you just want to look and see the fetus growing in your womb, I could cast the spell right here and show you," Morgan answered.
Harry pursed his lips as he thought about it. "I want to be surprised. It's such a modern convenience, seeing the baby before it's even out the womb. Other than making sure he or she or even they are healthy, I don't want to know a thing about what's going on in my male uterus. Now help me up, I'm about to wet the bed."
Morgan helped Harry to the toilet, passing Etienne, Og, Hisoka, and Minori already in the potion-laced bathwater. Harry pissed for England, then slipped into the jacuzzi tub with Morgan so the six of them were all recovering from the heat together.
"So that's it? No more heats until after the baby comes?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Yes," Og stated from deep in his chest.
"Well that's great, but what am I supposed to tell my friends?" Harry wondered.
Morgan hummed. "I can say I found an experimental treatment and you agreed to take it. But you can develop a tolerance to it after the baby is born and that could explain the restart of your heats."
"These lies are tedious," the twins complained.
"Well, we have to keep up the charade until Harry graduates and we're living on our own. Then no one will be around to keep track of this fake illness," Etienne countered.
"Speaking of living somewhere, where are we staying over the summer?" Harry asked. "I have a townhouse in London but it has some bad memories attached."
"My family keeps an estate near Chichester," Etienne revealed. "I could make arrangements for the six of us to stay there. Beautiful country, but the House-Elf will spy on us for Maman."
Morgan shook his head. "Safe to say I've got no property in the UK. I can't help with this."
"Same," Hisoka and Minori chorused.
"I have a flat in London that barely fits me, let alone the rest of us. There's my parents' house and then grandpa's farm. The former involves living with my mum and dad, the latter has plenty of room but it's been empty for years," Og contributed.
Harry hummed. "My gut says we should go with Etienne's family's house. But I want to take a look at this farm. I like the idea of raising the kids on a farm."
"I'll write the letter to my parents today," Etienne promised.
They finished soaking and then they piled into bed to get a few more hours of sleep. In the morning, Dobby brought back Indy and Harry spent the time before breakfast playing with his dog. Then it was a typical post-heat catch up day. Hermione and Ginny both all but cooed at his noticeable bump. Otherwise, no one seemed to notice. Harry did his classes, getting the dreaded make-up assignments, then it was dinner with his friends and mates before returning to their rooms. Harry did his homework, played with Indy, then 'played' with his mates who were up to the task. And that was the day done.
The rest of March and most of April passed in a similar fashion. The weekends were spent either holed up indoors or enjoying the brisk Scottish air. Harry stayed on top of his homework, averaging an E in most subjects and an O in the rest. He got to spend time with Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Luna outside meal times. The baby seemed to balloon every other week until he looked 6 months pregnant at 3. Harry's mates became extra gentle with him, as if a medium push could cause a miscarriage. And with how fragile Dracken pregnancies supposedly were, maybe they were right.
In the last week of April, Dumbledore sent Harry a letter making him aware of the Dracken Ball.
"What the blue blazes is the Dracken Ball?" Harry asked his mates as he reread the letter from Dumbledore.
"You want the official or the unofficial answer?" Etienne asked.
"Hit me with both," Harry said, plopping on the couch. Indy came and offered her head for scratches to calm him down.
"Officially, the biggest event of the year in the Dracken calendar. Drackens from all over the globe gather to celebrate another year of survival," Etienne waxed poetically. "Unofficially, it's a chance for Dracken parents to try and matchmake for their kids before they come into their inheritance."
"So if 15-year-old Bobby and 15-year-old Sally hit it off, they'll mate once they're both 16? That's ridiculous," Harry rolled his eyes.
"Maman and Papa took me every year from when I was a baby to the year I got my inheritance. If you avoid the rampant attempts to arrange mateships, it's a lovely evening to see other Drackens and learn about different cultures," Etienne offered.
"Are we expected to come?" Og asked directly.
"Attendance is entirely voluntary, but absence would be noted," Etienne shrugged.
Harry sighed. "I suppose there's worse ways to spend an evening. I need to check my dress robes still fit."
Thus, on the first Saturday of May at 5:00 pm, the Potter clan portkeyed into the Dracken Halls receiving chamber. Harry was in the same robes he'd gone to the Yule Ball in back in Fourth Year. They still fit but were noticeably tight around his bump. Etienne assured him that would only get him points. The other five were dressed in their own dress robes.
Harry waved at the guards, who grinned and waved back. "Here for the Ball?" one asked.
"How'd you guess?" Harry chuckled.
The guards banged their staves on the ground and the double doors into the Halls opened. "Just follow the lights," the other guard recommended.
HIs mates getting into a defensive formation around him, the six of them walked through the twisting maze of tunnels, following the werelights as they'd been told. They reached the cavern the Ball was taking place and Harry gasped.
The underground cave had been transformed into a candlelit evening in the gardens of some palace. Werelights provided gentle, multicolored ambiance. Flowers were everywhere, on stands, in vases, as decoration, everywhere. Tables laden with food were spaced around the perimeter along with bar tables for drinks. Hundreds of Drackens in their Sunday best talked and moved around the floor. There was even a string quartet in the corner playing music.
"Ahem," came the voice of an Elder dressed identically to how Titus looked. He stood by an open book on a lectern. "If I might have your names and type, you may join the Ball."
"Ogden Thwaite Potter, Dominant. Hisoka Shiraishin Potter, Dominant. Minori Shiraishin Potter, Dominant. Morgan Hendricks Potter, Dominant. Etienne LaFortier Potter, Dominant. Harry Potter, Submissive," Og rattled off, speaking for them as top-Dominant.
The Elder wrote all their names down with a quill and nodded. "You may pass. Do enjoy yourselves."
Harry and his mates walked down into the thick of the party. Etienne was looking around. "Maman and Papa said they'd be here. I'll go look for them." With that, he vanished into the throng.
"How will he find us again?" Morgan wondered.
"He just has to look for Og towering over everyone," Harry pointed out. "Now, I'm missing dinner for this. Bring on the appetizers and snacks."
The Potter clan made for the refreshment tables. On the way there, people seemed to notice a pregnant Submissive in their midst and insisted on stopping them for well wishes. Harry endured the attention and breathed a sigh of relief as they reached the edge of the party and the food.
"Your poison of choice?" the nearest bartender asked.
Og quickly took drink orders. "A Firewhisky, a Gillywater, two champagnes, and a ginger ale." The top-Dominant passed them down to his mates. That done, Harry took a slow tour of the hors d'oeuvres , working clockwise around the edge of the party.
Harry had pulled a little ahead of his mates when he spied a playpen for infants and toddlers. Harry turned around to point it out to his mates but couldn't see them through the crowd. Shrugging, Harry walked over, noticing two armed guards. He stopped well clear of reaching the edge of the playpen and just watched the little children have fun.
"Why the security?" he asked after a minute.
"Chronic issues with drunk parents picking up the wrong kids," one guard told him.
"You can join them if you want," the other offered with a knowing smile.
Harry bit his lip. "Tempting, but I better go rejoin my mates. It's been five minutes, they must be about to organize a search party."
Harry went on tiptoes to spot Og and maneuvered through the crowd to his side. He found that Etienne had returned, and he'd brought a distinguished lady and gentleman he showed more than a passing resemblance to.
"Harry! Don't scare us like that," Hisoka and Minori said in sync, wrapping him in a hug.
"We're in a room full of Drackens, where could I be safer to wander off on my own?" Harry asked rhetorically.
"The boy has a spine. Good, that will come in handy," Etienne's mother said with a sharp grin.
Etienne made introductions. "Maman, Papa, this is Harry, my Submissive. Harry, these are Ysabeau and Philippe, my parents."
"How do you do?" Harry said with a grin. This was his first time meeting the in-laws for any of his mates.
"While they weren't worrying about you, your mates were bragging about you. Is it true you cast a corporeal Patronus at 13?" Philippe asked curiously.
"Well, my godfather and I were being attacked by Dementors. It was sort of cast or die," Harry explained.
"Fascinating. If you could indulge an old man's fancy…" Philippe trailed off leadingly.
Harry drew his wand and thought of his wedding. "Expecto Patronum!" Prongs burst from his wand and pranced around the cavern before fading away. The Drackens in attendance applauded whoever managed the show of skill.
Ysabeau raised a brow. "And that was with the little one eating into your reserves. Bravo, young man."
Harry talked to the future grandparents of his child for 10 minutes before they left to mingle with the rest of Dracken high society.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say your mother was the Dominant and your father the Submissive," Morgan commented to Etienne.
"She 'wears the pants', this is true," Etienne admitted.
Harry cleared his throat, drawing his mates' attention. "I still haven't tried everything. Can we continue with the food crawl?"
Harry ate everything he could touch, consoling himself that he was eating for two. Once every dish had been sampled, Harry just nursed his ginger ale and watched his mates interact with other partygoers. Etienne seemed to know everyone. He was yawning by 9:00 and asked Og if they could go home. 15 minutes later, they were Apparating into Hogsmeade.
"That did not suck nearly as much as I expected it to," Harry mused. "And this time next year, this one will be born and I'll probably be pregnant again."
"We'll go again next year if you want," Og promised.
They reached Hogwarts, made it to their rooms, gave Indy all the attention she demanded, and then the lot of them called it an early night.
Harry spent the month of May cramming for Six Year Finals, aka N.E.W.T.s practice. Luckily he had 5 full-grown wizards to help him study and review, and a playful pooch to help him decompress. Harry grew by the day, until by June he looked ready to pop.
"It must by Og's or else it's twins. Look how huge I am!" Harry said tearfully. Mood swings and lead-up to Finals were not the best mix.
"You're coming along beautifully, honey," Morgan reassured his Submissive. "You'll give birth to a very healthy weighted child."
At that point the baby kicked and Harry's whole demeanor pulled a 180. "Oh, it kicked again! Morgan, feel it!"
Harry got through Finals and was even confident he passed each subject. Then it was just waiting for the Leaving Feast and the end of the school year. Etienne's family had okayed staying at the Chichester estate. The Potters were all packed.
Before he left Hogwarts, though, there was something Harry had to do.
"Dobby?"
The House-Elf appeared before Harry. "How's can Dobby help Great Harry Potter?"
Harry sighed. "I know you love your freedom, Dobby. So I know I'm asking a lot. But would you become the Potter Family House-Elf?"
Dobby's jaw dropped. "Really?" he asked wheezily.
"Of course. We'll still give you pay and days off, don't worry. I'd just like to formalize our working relationship," Harry rushed to explain.
"Dobby accepts!" the House-Elf exploded. He grabbed Harry's hand and shook it vigorously. Harry's heightened magic sensitivity felt the ownership bond snap into being. "Oh, happy day! Dobby gets to serve Great Harry Potter for the rest of his life!"
"I'm happy to see you so excited," Harry grinned. "Now, let's talk your wages and work schedule. How does a Galleon a week and every second Tuesday off sound?"
"Done!" Dobby grinned.
Feeling Dobby's bond reminded Harry of one he already had but barely acknowledged. "Kreacher!"
The gnarled old Black House-Elf appeared. "What's can Kreacher do for Master Potter?" he asked, sounding remarkably polite for his character.
"This is Dobby, my other House-Elf. He's Head Elf. If he gives you an order, obey as if it came from me. Dobby, don't be afraid to delegate tasks off to Kreacher. Understood?"
"Yes, Master," both elves replied.
"Well, that's all. Both of you go back to the kitchens until the end of the year. I'll call you when I need you."
Both magical butlers vanished.
Before Harry knew it, the last day of term arrived and everyone was getting loaded on the Hogwarts Express. Harry had begged Og to let them ride the train for sentimental reasons and they'd Apparate to Etienne's estate from King's Cross. Harry sat in Og's lap, Minori sat in Hisoka's, and Etienne sat in Morgan's lap to save room. Ginny, Neville, and Luna sat across from them. Hermione had Prefect duties.
"Hard to believe you're not even six months. Just look at you!" Ginny gushed, cupping Harry's bump. He hated when other people besides his mates did it but Ginny was the exception.
"Morgan insists it's just the one in there. If the baby comes out less than 10 lb I'll eat the placenta," Harry huffed.
"That's actually a delicacy in some parts of the world," Luna chimed in.
"Delicacy being code for so gross only weirdos eat it. LIke snails," Neville rolled his eyes.
"Don't knock a good escargot," Etienne protested.
"Oh, don't be surprised if Mum drags the whole family to the platform. She's mad about getting to meet her first grandchild, even in utero," Ginny remembered.
"So my twins get to meet your twins. Merlin save us all," Harry groaned half-jokingly.
Indy, who had laid down in the middle of the compartment, perked up. She began to growl, a sound Harry had rarely heard from her.
"What is it, Indy?" Harry asked before realizing she couldn't answer. Or so he thought.
"The bad redhead," the twins said, looking at their dog, reading her thoughts.
"Ron? What's he want now?" Ginny huffed.
The door opened and Ron was there, looking smug as sin. "Hello, fairies," he addressed the Potters.
"Say that when Harry's not in my lap. Go on, I dare you," Og bit out.
"I got nothing to say to any of you, except this: I hope your papers are in order." With that, Ron shut the door.
"He called Immigration. They're waiting at the platform. He thinks Morgan, Etienne, and us are getting kicked out of the country," Hisoka and Minori explained.
"But we're married. We have the marriage license to prove it. Isn't that good as a green card?" Harry asked, trying not to panic.
Og sighed, well aware of legal minutiae thanks to his job at the Ministry. "Technically, we should have filed for citizenship for the four of us who needed it. We'll have to pay a fine, but no one's getting deported."
"Did he seriously just try to break up your family?" Neville gaped.
Ginny seemed to be channeling her mother in a rage. "Oh, I will do SUCH illegal things to him."
They had to stew for a couple more hours, and then the Express finally pulled into Platform 9 ¾. The Potter family grabbed their luggage, put Indy on a leash, and exited onto the platform. The Weasley family indeed was gathered to congratulate Harry, but a couple purple-wearing Ministry employees got to them first. Harry stepped right up to the lead officer. "You're not taking my husbands anywhere."
The man faltered before a pregnant Boy-Who-Lived but he remembered his job. "Husbands? We're here to arrest four illegal immigrants."
"We forgot to apply for citizenship, that was our mistake. But we were married by Albus Dumbledore before 4 witnesses. Under the eyes of the law, my husbands have every right to stay on British soil," Harry countered. "Here's our license if you don't believe me."
The second officer reviewed the certificate. "Huh, I'll be darned. That Weasley kid gave us a bad tip."
"Um, sorry to disturb you, Messers Potter. And you'll get that citizenship processed in all due haste?" the first asked.
"Absolutely," Harry reassured them.
"Well, have a pleasant afternoon." With that, the two Ministry officials Appareated away.
Molly Weasley walked up to Harry. "What was that all about, Harry dear?"
Harry turned baleful eyes on a sweating Ron. "Your son just tried to get four of my husbands deported."
"WHAT?!"
Ron at least went down swinging. "It's not right! What you're doing is unnatural! Ever since you met that French frog -"
"Silencio!" Molly cast at her son. "Now stay there and don't disrupt this happy moment for our family!"
For all Ron's height over his mother, he cowed like she was a giantess.
Molly turned back tro Harry and was all smiles. "Oh, Harry dear, you're glowing! May I?" she asked, holding her hands near his belly.
"Knock yourself out," Harry grinned.
Molly cupped his bump just as the baby kicked. She squealed like a little girl. "Oh, I'm so excited! My first grandchild! Not who I expected it from but still! Promise me you'll let me babysit!"
"This one and the many more to come. I'm young, I'm fertile, and I have five husbands. I'm going to have more kids that you easily," Harry chuckled.
"Oh, I always wanted lots of grandchildren! Don't worry, I've got plenty of clothes done already in a variety of colors. And have you been getting my care packages?"
"I've put on two stone in weight, and the baby weighs less than one. What do you think?" Harry rose a brow.
"Now, let me meet the fathers! Who are these strapping men you've tied down?" Molly asked.
"This is Etienne, an apprentice wandmaker. This is Ogden, we call him Og, and he works at the Ministry. Hisoka and Minori, they work for Gringotts. And Morgan, a Healer. Plus this is Indy," Harry said, waving a hand at each one he indicated.
Molly shook everyone's hand. "Pleasure to meet you. And if you hurt him, I WILL find you," she said all with a beaming smile.
Harry felt two familiar presences at his shoulders. "Harry. You've gone and found our long-lost Japanese cousins," Fred and George smirked.
"Fred and George, meet Hisoka and Minori. Try not to burn all of London down," Harry made introductions.
The Potter Family and Weasley Family played meet-and-greet for half an hour, long after the platform was deserted. Harry learned that Bill was engaged to Fleur Delacour, and wished them all the luck in the world. Ron was a silent, sullen presence in the corner. Finally, the time came when the two families had to part. Gathering their luggage, the Potters gave one last wave before Etienne Apparated them to Chichester.