The Potter clan appeared in the front lawn of the LaFortier Chichester estate. Etienne let his mates absorb the full effect for a minute.
"This place is huge. You grew up in a house even bigger than this?" Morgan asked incredulously.
"The family chateau is indeed a larger property than this one. I'm well aware my sense of scale for houses is a tad skewed," Etienne shrugged.
"It looks like a Victorian hunting lodge," Harry observed.
"That's what it was when my family bought it a century ago. Other than a few touch-ups and redecoration here and there, it's still in its original condition. I remember coming here for the summer a few years growing up," Etienne said fondly.
Hisoka and Minori were eyeing the surroundings more. "Very secluded," they noted, seeing the thick forest they were in the midst of.
Og shrugged. "This is where our first child will be born. That makes it special already."
Harry frowned. "Yeah, about that. I read all those books on male pregnancy you gave me but all of them were geared towards humans. The book on Drackens Elder Titus gave me said I'd have to cut the baby out of me. How do I do that and not bleed to death before the baby takes its first nap?"
Morgan, the Healer in their mateship, explained. "Dracken blood has curative powers. Not on the level of phoenix tears but it gets the job done. We Dominants will prepare a thermos of blood for you to drink after birthing the baby. The cut will heal itself and you can focus on taking care of the baby."
"Great, so I get to be part vampire on my baby's birthday," Harry sighed like it was such an imposition. "While we're on the subject, do I really have to be on bedrest for the last two weeks leading up to the birth? I'll go mad being stuck in bed."
"The last two weeks is the most delicate part of the pregnancy. The last thing we want is the placenta to detach and the baby to drown and die inside you because you slipped on the stairs or bumped into a doorway," Morgan revealed.
Harry paled at the idea of his precious baby dying in the womb because Harry wasn't willing to sacrifice his comfort or freedom. "Never mind, I'll be good. Maybe I should even go on bedrest today. Why take chances?"
Og rubbed Harry's shoulders soothingly. "Relax, love. You'll go on bedrest at the two week mark, no sooner. Until then, you'll enjoy playing with Indy on these wide open lawns and exploring the house and playing Wizard's Chess and shagging us blind when you feel randy. Sound okay?"
"Yes, Og. I love you. And that goes for all of you," Harry said with a radiant smile.
The Potters had a little moment where they just soaked up all their mutual love for each other. Then Etienne cleared his throat and picked up his featherlight trunk. "Well, I'll show us all to the Master Bedroom. It should be big enough for the six of us."
The Potters followed their oldest mate into the house and up a grand staircase to the second floor. They followed a short maze of hallways until they reached an ornate pair of double doors. Etienne opened them and revealed a room worthy of Versailles or Buckingham Palace. A massive four-poster bed with silk sheets dominated the room. French doors led to a large balcony overlooking the back lawn, which was almost big enough to host a small golf course.
Etienne snapped once they all had dropped their trunks. "Right, I should let her know we're here. Antonia?"
A House-Elf somewhere between Dobby's youth and Kreacher's old age appeared, wearing a pristine French maid's uniform scaled for her small size. "Oui, Master Etienne?" she asked with a picture perfect curtsey. Her accent was a mix of West Sussex English and Parisian French.
"Antonia, these are my husbands. Oh, and our dog. The seven of us will be staying here until September 1st. Did Maman and Papa warn you we'd be coming?"
"Oui, Master. And congratulations on your pregnant husband. Will he be giving birth here in the house?" Antonia asked politely. She must have had speech classes because she lacked the typical House-Elf manner of talking.
"Yes, he will, but he's not due until August."
"I see. Is there anything I can do to service any of you at present?"
"Lunch?" Harry asked, hearing his stomach gurgle. It had been a long train ride and then a long time spent bonding with the Weasleys at the platform.
"Lunch will be served within the hour," Antonia declared.
"Um, I don't know House-Elf etiquette. Would it be helpful or rude to offer my elves help you out?" Harry asked Antonia.
Antonia sniffed. "Any and all help would be appreciated of course. So long as they respect my authority as the LaFortier House-Elf assigned to this domicile supersedes their position as servants of a guest here."
"Gotcha. Dobby, Kreacher!"
The two House-Elves appeared at Harry's call. "Yes, Master Harry/Potter?" they asked.
"Dobby, Kreacher, the family will be staying in this house for the summer. I want you to work out a division of labor with Antonia here. This is her house to take care of, so I want you to respect that. Clear?"
"Yes, Master," they replied.
"You're dismissed, then."
"You as well, Antonia."
The three House-Elves all popped off to do whatever House-Elves do to negotiate who did which chores.
The six of them unpacked their trunks into the mahogany drawers and walk-in closet bigger than Harry's bedroom back at 4 Privet Drive. Speaking of…
"Were you serious about getting me a Mind Healer for the stuff with Dursleys? It's in the past, they're behind me," Harry asked Og as he sat on the bed, testing its firmness. Felt like a goosefeather mattress.
"From what little Hisoka and Minori saw in your thoughts, you were clearly abused. And you're just as clearly repressing it. You won't be truly happy or unburdened until you discuss what happened with a professional and process it naturally," Og insisted.
"I already made you an appointment at St. Mungo's with our best Mind specialist. Don't worry, he's bound by patient confidentiality, and he's a good man besides. He won't go blabbing to the Prophet," Morgan spoke up.
Harry frowned and crossed his arms. "You can make me go see the Healer, but you can't make me talk about the Dursleys."
Hisoka and Minori looked at each other before focusing back on Harry. "What will you do if our children ask why they can't see your side of the family?" Hisoka asked.
"What will you do when one of the kids gets locked in a cupboard and can't get out?" Minori followed right after.
"What if you have a nightmare and the screaming wakes the children?" they asked in unison.
Harry's frown turned more pensive. "Okay, okay, I see your point. I don't want flashbacks of my time with them to affect my babies. But you're asking me to relive all of it. I barely survived going through it all once. A second go, even in a safe environment with a trained professional…"
Og wrapped Harry in one of his giant hugs. "It's for the best, love. You need to open the scars, bleed out the poison, and let them finally heal all the way through."
The others came in to join the hug. Even Indy wiggled her way in to lay her head in Harry's lap. Harry took a few deep breaths and relaxed.
"Fine. I'll go, and I'll talk. When's the first appointment?"
The Dominants and half-Crup pulled back with smiles on their faces. "Next Monday at 2:00," Morgan answered.
Antonia popped in. "Luncheon is served," she announced.
"Thank you, Antonia." After she popped away, Etienne led them all through the house to the dining room. Og took his rightful seat at the head of the table with Harry to his direct right. The other Dominants seated themselves how they pleased. Unlike Hogwarts, which laid food out buffet style, Antonia had apparently been trained to serve meals in courses. Salad, soup, appetizer, entree, and dessert made up the five-course lunch. Indy was served her own cooked meal instead of kibble or something from Harry's plate.
"That was delicious," Harry moaned after his last bite of creme brulee. "Does Antonia take requests, though?"
"Of course," Etienne replied. "Antonia?"
The magical maid appeared. "Oui, Master?"
"Harry has a request for dinner tonight," Etienne told her.
"Can you make treacle tart for dessert? It's my favorite and I haven't had it for a while," Harry asked politely.
"Certainly, Master Harry." With a curtsy, she popped away. Their empty dessert dishes vanished as well.
"What now?" the twins asked.
"Can we have a tour, perhaps?" Og prompted Etienne.
"Sure. Though I haven't been here in over a decade so my memory might be a bit rusty," Etienne admitted.
Etienne showed them the parlor, the living room, the library, and the mudroom leading out to the massive backyard. He also got lost and somehow ended up at his father's office when he'd been aiming for a children's room his family kept in case any guests had young ones in their party; they ended up at the children's room with a little help from Antonia. It was filled with toys and soft surfaces and the wallpaper was magical to show stories if someone stared at it long enough. Harry also insisted on seeing the kitchen, just to satisfy his curiosity. There they saw Antonia and Dobby juggling half-a-dozen cooking tasks each with the ease of House-Elf magic and work ethic.
Tour done, the Potters played with Indy in the backyard for a few hours until dinnertime. After the feast, including the promised treacle tart, they all retreated to the Master Bedroom and were introduced to the Master Bathroom. It wasn't too dissimilar to the Prefect's Bath at Hogwarts, with a pool-sized tub filled by multiple faucets, each with a different bathtime potion lacing the water. Harry had a playful game of volleyball with one beach ball-sized bubble and the twins while the older mates just watched and chuckled. Too exhausted for sex, Harry declared it bedtime and they all piled into the bed barely big enough for all of them. They had to squeeze extra close, not a problem as far as Harry was concerned.
The rest of the week was spent adapting to life in the Chichester estate. Harry decided it was almost as much fun as summer at the Burrow, though at the Burrow he couldn't have sex with whichever of his harem took his fancy. On Monday, with Etienne accompanying him as much as a husband as a bodyguard, Harry went to St. Mungo's and was directed to Healer Young's office.
"You know, there's a muggle Mind Healer named 'Jung'," Harry commented to the polite middle-aged man who sat behind the desk while he sat on a couch long enough to fall asleep on.
"I hear that a lot from Muggleborn patients. You're not quite a Muggleborn though, are you Harry? You're just Muggle-raised. And from what little your husbands have told me, the Muggles that raised you did a poor job. Would you agree with that?" the Healer asked in a hypnotic voice that seemed to tickle your ear as you listened to it.
"They raised me and their own son poorly in different ways. I would argue my pain is no different from Dudley's on the whole," Harry shrugged.
Healer Young nodded. "Well, your husbands have an opinion on how you were raised, one you clearly don't agree with. Rather than pick between your perspectives, I'd rather just see what happened for myself." He opened a drawer in his desk and gestured with his wand. A Pensieve lifted up and floated out to hover over his desk. "Do you know what this is?"
"A Pensieve. It lets you see people's memories," Harry answered, surprised. He'd never seen one besides Dumbledore's. He'd almost thought that the Professor's was the only one.
"Good, that saves me an explanation. Now, I want you to pick 3 memories. The 3 memories you think most show how the Dursleys raised you. They can be the worst of what they did or the best. Just so long as you think they were definitive to your upbringing."
Harry spent a while thinking about it. He finally settled on 3 memories: being locked in his cupboard for vanishing the glass at the zoo on Dudley's 11th birthday, being imprisoned in his room for Dobby destroying the pudding, and when Vernon had tried to choke him after the Dementor attack on him and Dudley. Harry held his wand to his temple and pulled away a white strand of pure thought. He held his wand over the Pensieve and gave a little shake. The memories fell into the bowl and sent the thoughts inside swirling.
Healer Young gave a grin. "See you in a few minutes, Harry." Then he stood and bent over to put his face inside the Pensieve. He stood up 10 minutes later, after Harry had already counted the ceiling tiles twice.
"I see…" Healer Young said heavily as he sat down. He steepled his hands and seemed to think for a minute. "Harry, based on the memories you showed me, I would say that Vernon was the primary source of your pain. Would you agree with that?"
Harry quibbled. "He doled out the punishments. Aunt Petunia's the one who worked me like a House-Elf all day. He did big bursts of pain every now and then, she gave a little every day. Overall, hard to tell who did worse by me."
"I see. So, you acknowledge that both your uncle and your aunt mistreated you?"
Harry frowned. "Did they treat me like other kids got treated? No. But there are child slaves in the world who lived in conditions that make the Dursleys seem like a tropical vacation. I got off light."
"Agreed. Out of all the possible ways you could have been hurt or neglected, the Dursleys' case is hardly the worst," Healer Young agreed, surprising Harry. "But that doesn't negate the fact that you were hurt and neglected by them, Harry. You might think it just toughened you up. And maybe it did. But it also left scars on both your body and mind. The physical scars may have healed but the mental ones are still quietly bleeding in the back of your mind."
Harry sighed. "And let me guess. You're going to heal them."
Healer Young shook his head. "No. I'm going to coach and guide you how to heal them yourself."
"What?" Harry asked.
"Therapy, even magical therapy, isn't about the Healer opening up your head and putting everything back in order. My job is to talk and listen and basically trick you into realizing the truth you already know but don't yet realize," Young explained.
Harry leaned back, reaching up to cup his bump. "How long will that take?"
"A couple weeks, a couple months, a couple years, it all depends on you and how willing you are to change your current mindset," Young shrugged helplessly. "The only real question is if you'll put in the work or fight yourself every step of the way."
Harry pursed his lips. "Do you think Dudley needs therapy?"
"For the Dementor attack alone, never mind how his parents raised him," Young shrugged. "You were given negative attention and deprived positive attention. He received the opposite. And a life of excess gratification and no accountability is just as damaging as what you went through, if not more so. Why do you ask?"
"I just wanted to hear someone else agree that they weren't the perfect parents they thought they were," Harry said flatly.
"I see. Well, Harry? Are you willing to help me help you?" Healer Young asked with an open expression, neither pressuring nor uncaring.
Harry felt his baby wiggle like a trapped butterfly inside his womb. He sighed. "For my family, I'll play along with what you want me to do."
"Fair enough. But the first lesson is that this only works if you do it for yourself first and others second," Young grinned.
They talked for the rest of the session, and Harry walked away thinking that Healer Young just might be just what the doctor ordered. They set up a schedule of two appointments a week until Harry went on bedrest. Then Harry would be busy with the baby in one form or another until going back to Hogwarts. Harry promised to set up a more reliable plan once he graduated Hogwarts. Young just shrugged and said "We'll do what we can."
The month of July passed in a happy blur. Harry got all his summer homework out of the way in the first week and that left him free to play with Indy, hang out with his husbands, read what he fancied from the library, and eat like he was trying to stay fat even after the baby was born. Harry and his mates played around with baby names as the due date drew closer.
Harry's 17th birthday started with Harry waking to his mates crooning the birthday song while Dobby floated breakfast in bed on a tray onto his lap. Harry cried in happiness, his ducts oversensitized by the damn hormones. He ate his meal while his mates talked around him, explaining their plans for the day. Indy jumped on the bed and laid her head on Harry's bump; she liked to listen to the baby's heartbeat. Harry rubbed her head and finished his breakfast.
Hisoka tossed Harry's wand from the bedside drawer to the birthday boy. "First spell as a man!"
"Make it good," Minori pressed.
Harry thought about it. Then, using the same fire writing trick Tom Riddle had used in the Chamber of Secrets, Harry drew a pentacle in the air. Then he colored the center white, the top point malachite green, the two side points rose wine red, the bottom left point ice-blue, and the bottom right point maroon. He wrote above the circle-bound star 'THE POTTER CLAN'.
As the image in the air began to fade, Harry looked around and saw most of his mates looked incredibly touched. "I'm no artist but I think this describes us pretty well," Harry explained.
"It's perfect," Morgan said, wiping his eyes like he had dust in them.
"You missed Indy and the baby," Etienne joked.
Og wrapped Harry in a hug. "I'm getting that image painted and we'll hang it above the mantle. It's the perfect seal for our family.
Harry blushed. "You don't have to do that."
"No, but I want to."
The moment passed and the six of them got dressed for the day. Harry was excited to enjoy his last free day before being confined to the bed 24/7. But Harry supposed it could be worse. He could have gotten nesting instincts from his Dracken and been compelled to build a nest. Imagine, giving birth outside like an animal!
Harry was led downstairs and discovered his mates had set up a scavenger hunt to find his presents. With at least one husband to steady him or catch him if he tripped at his side, Harry followed the simple riddles around the house. He found gifts not just from his mates, but his friends and even Professor Dumbledore. The Headmaster sent the first Snitch Harry had caught at Hogwarts, the very one Harry almost swallowed. Harry cried at the incredible memento.
All his gifts were found by lunch, which consisted of all Harry's favorites. For the afternoon, Harry played Wizard's Chess on the grass outside while playing fetch with Indy simultaneously. When it got dark, Harry read in the library for an hour or so before Antonia summoned them to dinner. Dessert was a chocolate souffle with a candle stuck in it. Harry blew out the flame and dug in.
"What'd you wish for?" Etienne asked.
"That I'd always be as happy as I am right now," Harry admitted.
That night, his mates each made love to him one by one, until Harry was pleasantly sore and surrounded by his naked husbands. Harry went to sleep, a smile still on his lips.
The next day, Harry got cozy in the center of the bed and went into Dracken form. "I'll need the claws to get the baby out anyway. Besides, I feel closer to the baby in this form," Harry explained.
Og nodded. "Very well. We've agreed to stay with you in shifts. If you want anything, just ask us or Dobby."
Harry sighed. "The wizard who finds a magical way to make and watch movies will be a millionaire. Bring me that Advanced Dueling book I was reading last night. Some very interesting spells in there."
Harry spent the next week avoiding bed sores as he faithfully stayed in bed except for supervised trips to the bathroom. His Dominants did their best to entertain him, and made not 1, not 2, but 3 thermoses of blood to have on hand. Indy stayed in the bed with him to help in her own way. And Dobby popped in every other hour with some snack or treat to nibble on.
Until finally, at 3:02 pm on August 8th, 1997, Harry felt his baby become ready to come out. His Dracken rushed to the fore of his mind and he roared at the canine and Dracken in the room with him. They had to leave! His chick was coming and he needed privacy!
Morgan grabbed Indy by the collar and pulled her out the room. Harry's instinctive magic locked the door. The other Dominants appeared, despite the fact they should be at work. They'd all felt Harry's distress through the mating bond. "Baby coming?' Hisoka and Minori asked, so excited they were out of tune.
"Baby coming," Morgan grinned.
Og looked liable to faint. "I'm going to be a father," he said as if it were just occurring to him.
Etienne looked worried. "What if he bleeds out? What if the baby's stillborn?"
"The baby was healthy as a horse on my last scan and Harry has our blood. Relax, old man," Morgan reassured.
Inside, Harry got on his knees. He felt along his abdomen where his baby waited to come into the world. With gritted teeth, Harry tore a 2 inch-wide incision along his womb from hip to hip. Ignoring the pain, Harry reached inside and found his baby's head. With infinite care, Harry pulled his perfect, beautiful baby into the outside world. Laying him, and it was definitely a him, down on the bed, Harry sliced the umbilical cord with his sharp claws. His baby began to cry out, strong lungs fueling his newborn cries. Harry almost absentmindedly tore out the placenta before looking for a thermos. Grabbing one on the bedside drawer, Harry guzzled down the magically warmed, unclotted blood of his Dominants. When he was done, he grabbed his baby and cradled him against his chest, wound healed. Harry breathed deep of his son's scent, his Submissive Dracken nose picking up lots of details about his child that others, even a Dominant Dracken, would miss.
"Hi, little man. I'm Mummy. I"m going to love you more than anyone else in the whole world ever will," Harry vowed to his firstborn son.
They stayed that way for a timeless few minutes before Harry heard a knock on the door. "Harry? Can we come in?" Og asked tentatively.
Harry sighed. Well, the Daddies had a right to some baby time too. "Come in!" he called, waving his hand to wandlessly open the door. He was very thirsty, he realized. Maybe he'd lost some blood despite drinking the thermos.
His five husbands came in the room, their eyes filled with wonder at the sight of a nude Harry cradling their child. The bed was a bloody mess but none of them cared.
"Boy or girl?" Etienne asked breathlessly.
"Definitely a boy. For a newborn, he's hung like a centaur. Just like his father," Harry grinned.
"Whose?" hisoka and Minori questioned.
"Og's. Told you only a 1/16 giant baby could be this big in utero."
Morgan was thinking more like a Healer than a new father. "We should clamp that cord. Where's the placenta?"
"I think I threw it over there," Harry waved absently. He hadn't looked away from his son's face once.
Og was crying. "Is he alright?"
"Nothing's happened in the 10 minutes since his birth to indicate otherwise," Harry chuckled.
Morgan weighed the placenta before putting it under a suspended animation charm. He grabbed an umbilical cord from his bag of Healer supplies and gently reached out to clamp his son's cord while Harry still held him. That done, he fetched the birth certificate he'd gotten from work and a quill. "Name?" he asked his naked husband.
"I want to name him after a giant, but I also want a simple name he won't get teased for," Harry mused. After a minute, it came to him. "Cormoran. Cormoran Ogden Potter. We can call him 'Cory' for short."
"Cormoran Ogden Potter. Date of Birth: August 8, 1997. Weight:... 13 lb. exactly," Morgan said as he wrote, casting a quick weighing spell on the infant. "Father: Ogden Thwaite Potter. Mother: Harry James Potter. Godparent?"
"A year ago I'd say Ron. Now I'd rather pick Draco Malfoy. Put Ginny, she was so excited about being an aunt, she should go nuts over being his godmother," Harry answered.
"Species: Human. Or so it says on parchment. Is he..." Morgan asked anxiously.
"Dracken. Probably Dominant but maybe he'll just be a very tall Submissive. We'll find out in 16 years," Harry said with pride.
"And finally Blood Type: AB -" Morgan wrote after another wave of his wand. He flicked his wand at the spelled parchment and it glowed golden as it was activated. "Congratulations, Cory, you're officially born and on the Hogwarts roll as well as some Ministry records."
"Yay! Now stop acting like a Healer and marvel at our son," Harry commanded.
Og stripped down and took Dracken form. Then he climbed on the bloodsoaked bed and came up to hug Harry from behind. The others had the same idea and soon all seven Potters were naked in bed. Cory looked up with baby blue eyes at his mother, glancing at his fathers occasionally as they leaned in.
"I didn't know I could love another person this much," Harry said quietly.
"Paternal love is just as strong as romantic or familial love, just a different flavor," Etienne said distractedly. Cory had just wiggled his toes. It was mesmerizing.
"He recognizes our voices," Hisoka said with a beaming grin.
"He's also a little hungry," Minori told his mates.
"I'll get the formula," Og volunteered.
"Stay there, we have paid help," Harry countered. "Dobby!"
The House-Elf appeared. "Yes, Master Harry?" His eyes were glued to Cory.
"Can we have a nappy, a bodysuit, and a warm bottle? Also, these sheets are ruined unless you know how to get bloodstains out of silk," Harry ordered.
Dobby snapped and one of the bodysuits Molly had knit in sky blue, a nappy sized for newborns, and a perfect temperature bottle appeared on the bed next to Harry even as the sheets vanished beneath them. "Done, Master Harry."
"Thank you, Dobby. If you don't have any other duties you can stare at your newest master like the rest of us," Harry grinned.
"What's be his name?" Dobby asked.
"Cormoran, but we're going to call him Cory," Harry answered even as he laid his baby son down on the mattress and began to clothe him.
"Dobby swears to serve Master Cory. Unless Master Harry says Dobby shouldn't," Dobby said.
"When he's a toddler, you should probably ignore when he asks for candy. We'll figure it out. He can't even talk yet so it's moot," Harry said as he picked up a clothed Cory and carefully poked the bottle's teat into Cory's mouth. The newborn latched on and began to suckle. HIs mother and fathers stared at the hypnotic process. WHen Cory reached the bottom of the bottle, Harry withdrew it.
"I thought you said he was only a little hungry. That was a full meal's worth of formula," Morgan said to the twins.
"Big boy, big appetite," the Legilimens shrugged.
"Dobby, find a bigger bottle or prepare two whenever he cries for a feed," Harry instructed.
"I think we should let Kreacher and Antonia see him. He's heir to their houses too," Etienne pointed out.
"Very well. Kreacher, Antonia!" Harry called.
The two House-Elves popped in.
"Say hello to baby Cory Potter. He's part of the family and you both will serve him at some point," Harry said, tilting his arms to show his son to the two non-humans.
Antonia said something in French that felt like a blessing. Kreacher, of all things, began to cry.
"You're dismissed,' Harry ordered, wondering at Kreacher's reaction.
"You have to burp him," Og reminded Harry.
"Oh, right. Dobby, burping cloth please."
Dobby snapped and a sunshine yellow burping cloth appeared on Harry's shoulder.
"How does anyone parent without a House-Elf's help?" Harry asked rhetorically as he put his son over his shoulder and patted firmly like the books said to. Cory coughed up a little gas and a trickle of formula. Harry wiped it away and returned to cradling Cory against his breast.
"He's sleepy," Hisoka and Minori reported.
Harry, seized by impulse, sang his favorite lullaby.
('Feed the Birds')
Cory was out, all baker's dozen pounds of him. Harry got out of the bed and laid him in the bassinet they'd set up in their room. "Harry looked up to see his mates all staring at him.
"What?" he asked, bewildered.
"You sing like an angel," Morgan said reverently.
Harry blushed. "I don't know about that. I'm not the worst but I don't belong in the National Youth Choir or anything."
"I beg to differ. I'm in tears," Og said, and indeed he was.
"Maybe that's just because it was a sweet Mummy-son moment," Harry postulated.
Etienne narrowed his eyes. "Did the Dursleys insult your singing? Is that why you won't take the compliment?"
Harry sighed as the obvious clicked. "Damn, you're right. I used to sing to myself when I was trapped in the cupboard or in Dudley's second bedroom. Vernon would pound the door and say I was making a racket."
"Master Harry should look into spellsong," Dobby offered.
"Spellsong?"
"Spells set to music, much more complicated and powerful than standard incantations," Hisoka explained.
"One mistake in the notes or pronunciation can be disastrous though," Minori cautioned.
"Sounds interesting. I'll give it a look. But for now, I'm covered in dried blood and womb juice. I'm taking a shower."
Harry and his Dominants all took human form and got clean. Harry put on comfortable clothes, checked on Cory, and then found Indy waiting outside the room. "Hi, girl, sorry we forgot about you. My pup was born big and strong. You'll get to play with him in a few months. For now, let's go play fetch in the back lawn."
Indy barked her approval. Harry and Indy bonded for an hour, then returned inside only for Harry to be ambushed by a jubilant Prewitt. "Mrs. Weasley?" Harry asked through a backbreaking hug.
"Harry, dear, you're 17 and a Mum.. You can call me Molly," the Weasley matriarch told him.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, not unkindly.
"I was floo-calling family about Cory's birth and she insisted on coming over," Morgan answered from nearby.
"Along with me, little Cory's favoritie aunt!" Ginny cheered, revealing herself.
"Hi, Ginny. Um, we named you his godmother on the birth certificate without asking. That's okay, right?" Harry asked gingerly.
Ginny's face went slack before she started jumping. "Fuck yeah! I'm going to be a godparent!"
"Ginevra, language," Molly chastened, but not very hard. "That was very sweet of you, Harry. Now, can we see my grandson already?"
Harry led the two females to his room and looked down with them on a sleeping Cory.
"He's so precious," Molly cooed. "Oh, look, Harry, he has your eyes and nose."
"Hopefully he doesn't get the Potter hair," Harry jested.
Ginny blinked. "He's a BIG baby. How many pounds?"
"13 even," Harry answered.
"And that's at 7 months! Imagine if he'd gone to term," Ginny raved.
"Let's not. He's got a touch of Og's giant blood, no doubt. He's going to be ducking through doorways later in life," Harry said with a playful moan.
"How did you handle him up until he fell asleep?" Molly questioned.
"Pretty well. I've read every baby book worth the name. Plus I get to cheat. The twins can read his thoughts and then Dobby can pop in whatever he needs."
Ginny's jaw dropped. "You lucky bastard."
"Ginevra! Not in front of the baby!" Molly somehow shouted in a whisper so as not to wake Cory.
Harry let them stare at his son a bit longer, then led them down into the living room with the floo connected to the Floo Network. Harry came to a decision. It affected his mates so he should have asked but as Submissive he was the de facto leader, not Og.
"Molly, Ginny. You're the mum and sister I never had. So I'm going to tell you my biggest secret. And I want your word that you won't tell anyone, not even your family, and especially not Ron."
"On my honor as a mother," Molly swore solemnly.
"Gryffindor swear. What's the secret?" Ginny asked.
Harry took a breath and a chance. "I'm a Dracken."
Molly's eyes went wide. She looked to Harry's mates, whom had sat up in alarm. "That explains so much! The multiple husbands, 7 months pregnant, this 'disease' you had, everything!"
Ginny looked put out. "Someone let me in on the punchline. What's a Dracken?"
"The major thing about us is we're peaceful unless provoked, and we're labeled kill-on-sight across Europe. In telling you two, I"m risking the lives of my entire family. If you breath a word of this to a poacher, we'll be forced to flee the country at best and slaughtered for potion ingredients at worst," Harry told his son's godparent. "And that includes Cory and any future children."
Ginny's face was a mask of horror. "What sick freak harvests a baby for ingredients?"
'The kind who would sell their mother for a sack of gold. Knockturn Alley is full of them," Molly said gravely. She hugged Harry like he were her son. "I sweat not to tell a soul. I'll take the Unbreakable Vow if you ask."
"Same. Who gives a hoot what you are? Who you are is my brother Harry," Ginny said, looking all a woman instead of a child.
Harry blinked back tears. "I love you both. Thank you for your silence. If you need anything, just ask."
"Same to you, Harry, dear. Now, I got to get back home to make dinner. I'll keep knitting, seems you'lll be pregnant again in no time," Molly grinned.
"See you on the Express next month," Ginny said before following her mother into the floo.
Harry turned to see his mates settling down. He tensed. "What? No one's going to yell at me?"
"You told two loved ones the secret. Who can you tell if not them?" Etienne shrugged.
"They're good ones. We're safe from them," Og nodded.
"THey love you like family. THey'd never betray you," Hisoka and Minori said with grins.
"Let's just move past this. Now drink this Blood Replenisher, just to be safe," Morgan commanded.
Dinner was served, and then they all went to their room to engage in their new favorite activity: staring at Cory. Around 7:30, about 4 hours after his first feed, Cory woke up wailing his hunger. Harry let Og feed his blood son and burp him before he nodded off to sleep. There were new sheets on the bed and one of the House-Elves had somehow gotten the scent of blood to disappear. The six adults took an early night and passed out after the most exciting day of their lives.