The rest of the month was bliss. Dobby handled the night feedings and changings so the Potters didn't suffer from new parent sleep deprivation. Cory did little more than eat, sleep, and shit, and yet he was the most fascinating thing in England to his family. Harry read while cradling his son. The twins loved to watch his dreams. Morgan found a magical camera and began to take enough photos to fill an album. Og applied for paternity leave and spent hours just holding his son. Ysabeau and Philippe came to visit and see their new grandchild, Etienne proudly listing off every great quality about his son. Indy took the shift in focus off her with grace. And if Dobby treated Harry like a king, then Cory was crown prince.

On September 1st, Harry dressed Cory for an outing into London and then the whole family Apparated away from the Chichester estate. They'd already said goodbye to Antonia. They arrived at Platform 9 ¾ an hour early, and secured a compartment for themselves. Indy took guard position and her masters settled in to spend half the day on the train. They watched other families arrive and say farewell to their children. "In 11 years, that'll be us," Og mused.

"What House do you think Cory will be in? I'll love him no matter what, but one wonders," Harry mused.

"You Brits and your Houses. I'll say Gryffindor just because you're one and so were your parents," Morgan shrugged.

"Hufflepuff. We will raise him to be loyal to family and friends," the twins offered in unison.

"If he's in Slytherin he might face prejudice for his giant blood," Etienne worried. He was the worrier of their marriage.

There was a knock on the door and Hermione waved through the window. Harry flicked his wand to open the door. "Hi, Hermione. I already named Ginny godmother so you have some competition if you want to be favorite aunt," Harry smirked.

"Is it a boy or a girl? What's their name? Any problems?" Hermione asked in a rush.

"Boy, Cory, none whatsoever." Harry answered. He held his baby son out. "Here, my arms need a break."

Hermione took Cory like he was made of glass. She blinked. "He's heavy."

"We knew that was coming when he was still in utero," Harry chuckled.

"Oh, I can't believe someone I know actually has one of these," Hermione gushed as she adjusted her grip.

Hisoka frowned. He reached out and corrected her arms into position. "He likes to be held like that."

"How would you… right, Legilimens," Hermione nodded.

"He also likes to be bounced a little," Minori told her.

Hermione gently began to bounce her arms and Cory rewarded her with a gummy smile. "Oh, he's beautiful," she breathed.

Harry let Hermione bond with her unofficial nephew for 10 minutes before taking him back. Hermione shook her bushy head as if awakening from a dream. "Whoa. Anyway, I'll try and stop by between patrols. See you at the Feast."

Two minutes after closing the door, there was another knock. Indy tilted her head as if unsure if it were friend or foe. Curious, Harry opened the door with his wand to see Draco Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle oddly absent.

Harry sighed and preempted Malfoy. "Draco, I'm a parent. We're both legal adults. We're graduating this year. Aren't we mature enough to let go of a childish feud?"

Draco blushed. "That's… actually what I came here to say. I just don't have the energy or inclination to wage war against you anymore. I doubt we'll ever be friends, I mean you got my father arrested, but can we at least agree on neutrality?" He held out his hand, echoing what happened on the train in First Year.

Harry checked with the twins, who nodded subtly. Harry took Draco's hand. "Glad we could be grown-ups about this."

Draco nodded, then paused. "I should warn you, certain of my housemates have taken note of your… dietary habits. There's not enough evidence to make an accusation, but I'd be careful not to give them any more proof."

Harry's blood ran cold. He clutched Cory tight. "Thanks for telling me, Draco. Tell Vincent and Gregory hello."

"Bye… Harry." With that, the Slytherin Prefect closed the door.

"I knew there were Dracken poachers in Slytherin," Harry hissed.

"Like the boy said, they don't have enough proof. We'll be fine," Og reassured him.

"Still, we'll keep a lookout," Hisoka and Minori promised.

"And if worse comes to worse, we'll pull up stakes and go to a country where Drackens are legal. New Zealand is beautiful, I hear," Morgan offered.

"Between the Potter and LaFortier fortunes, there's few places we can't afford to hide," Etienne pointed out.

Harry looked at his son's sleeping face and tried not to worry.

Ginny, Neville and Luna found them after the train started moving. Og cast a spell to magically expand the compartment so everyone could fit.

"He's grown! It's only been three weeks and change," Ginny gasped.

"Babies grow fast. From fitting in your womb to over two feet tall in a year," Harry chuckled. "With our luck, he's going to be even taller than his father."

"We'll see," Og shrugged.

"Did the birth hurt?" Neville asked, thinking Harry magically grew a vagina during labor like other pregnant wizards.

"I honestly don't remember the labor. I just remember the first time holding him," Harry answered.

Luna grinned. "He'll be a big brother soon," It was not a question.

Harry hadn't felt the food cravings of his heat cycle yet, his body still healing from the birth. But Harry was half-convinced Luna was a Seer so he said "No doubt. Maybe even by graduation."

Neville only sighed. "You're going to breed at least a Quidditch team before you're 30."

"Merlin willing," Harry chuckled.

"That reminds me, do any of the rest of you have siblings?" Ginny asked.

Etienne spoke up. "I have two little brothers and a little sister. The rest of us are only children."

Indy stood up and bared her teeth. Harry didn't even have to ask. He opened the door to see Ron. "I don't care that you're a Prefect, Ron. One word against me, my husbands, or my baby and you're spending a month in the Hospital Wing. I've been reading up on French curses. Did you know it was a Frenchman who invented the term 'sadism'?" Harry said low and quiet.

Ron seemed to grit his teeth. "... Why not me?"

"Beg pardon?"

Ron practically had to chew the words before spitting them out. "If you're into blokes, why not come onto me?"

Harry gaped before answering. "Three reasons. One, you're not my type. Two, you're straight and I respect that. Three, dating you would be like dating my big brother. I always loved you Ron, just as family."

Ron seemed to reflect on that. "... When I saw you at the Welcoming Feast last year, you were engaged to the French guy. It's like the Harry I knew vanished and was replaced by one who gets buggered by strange men. I thought something must be wrong with you. It was strange, different. I don't like strange or different."

"Get to the point, Ron," Ginny prompted.

Ron glared at his sister before turning back to Harry. "I still think you're doing something wrong and unnatural with your little harem of men. But… it's really none of my business. I'll leave you alone if you leave me alone. Deal?"

"Deal," Harry said coldly. "Good luck with Lavender. I hope you're a fraction as happy as I am with my lovers."

Ron nodded and left, closing the door behind him.

"So what I got from that was he was jealous Harry didn't come onto him and that fueled all the crap from last year," Morgan stated.

"Same," Hisoka and Minori echoed.

"At least he'll keep his nose in his own bedroom from now on," Etienne shrugged.

Og kept an eye on Harry. "You okay?"

"This time last year, I called him a brother. Now he's a stranger. I guess you never know how life's going to go," Harry mused, rocking Cory in his arms. And then his beloved baby began to emit a smell that could wilt an entire greenhouse.

"Dobby!" Harry called.

The House-Elf popped into the compartment. "Yes, Master Harry?"

"Nappy change," Harry said as he transferred his son to Dobby's grip.

"Right away, Master Harry." Dobby popped away with Cory, taking the odor with him.

"Thank Merlin for House-Elf-assisted parenting," Harry sighed.

"Okay, that does it, I'm marrying into money. Anything to avoid handling a shit-filled nappy," Ginny shuddered.

"I hear Draco's broken up with Pansy. You could seduce him, mend the feud between your families," Harry said as a joke.

"My poor Dad would have a heart attack walking me down the aisle to a Malfoy. But thanks for the thought, Harry."

Dobby reappeared with a fresh-smelling Cory and handed him back to Harry. Before he popped away, Harry asked "Is Winky still working in the kitchens?"

Dobby got a mournful look. "All she does is drinks, Master Harry. She is not long for this world. She can't handle life without a master."

"Tell her the Weasleys in Ottery St. Catchpole are looking to hire," Harry ordered.

"Right away, Master Harry!" Dobby beamed before popping out.

Harry nodded to Ginny. "Now, if your Mum and Dad agree to take her, you too can be a mother who doesn't have to change a nappy."

Ginny grinned ear to ear. "If you weren't gay and it wouldn't feel like incest, I'd kiss you Harry."

"Sentiment appreciated if nauseating."

Antonia had packed lunch as a going-away gift, so the Potters ate warm French cuisine from charmed containers. In the afternoon, the candy trolly came and Harry bought everyone what they wanted. As night fell, the Hogwarts students changed into uniform. Once the train stopped at Hogsmeade, they disembarked and headed for the carriages. Harry noticed all the pointing and whispering and even camera flashes aimed at him and Cory and ignored it. But he foresaw a Daily Prophet article about his baby in the near future.

A ride in a thestral-drawn carriage later, Harry and his mates sat down at the Gryffindor Table. Harry idly waved at Colin Creevy and his little brother Dennis. It occurred to Harry that the Potters didn't have a family portrait. Maybe Colin would take one in exchange for an autograph.

Dumbledore stood up from the Head Table and came down to the Potters. "Harry, my boy. Or I should say man. You look all a proud mother."

"Thanks, Professor," Harry blushed.

"Might I hold the little one?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry handed his son to his surrogate grandfather. "Meet Cormoran 'Cory' Potter, the first of many."

Dumbledore's twinkling eyes looked distant. "It seems just yesterday I was holding you as a baby. Now I hold your own child. How time flies."

Harry waited for Dumbledore to have his moment patiently. He took back his son after the Headmaster was done. "It's a shame you never settled down, Professor. You'd have made an excellent father and grandfather, if that's not too bold to say."

"Alas, I remain bereft of children. But then, part of me sees every student as my child in a way. Anyway, thank you for indulging an old man. I must return to the Head Table." With that, Dumbledore left.

They had the Sorting and then the Welcoming Feast, and then the Potters took the familiar route to their suite. Harry took Cory into the nursery and laid him down. If he cried, they'd hear it from the other room. Indy took a quick gander around the rooms to refamiliarize herself before plopping in front of the fire. Harry and his Dominants got unpacked and then just lounged on the chairs and sofa around the fireplace.

"It's my last year. After I graduate, I may never come back," Harry mused solemnly.

"Is this place still home to you?" Og asked.

"No. Home is anywhere I'm with you all and Cory. Still, this place affected my life so much. It'll be hard to leave it behind." Harry hummed. "When I looked in the Mirror of Erised in First Year, I saw my dead family. Now I have a live family I love and who loves me. I don't know what I desire most anymore."

"Most don't, or if they think they do they're wrong," Etienne stated.

"I know what my boggart is now. It's not a Dementor, it's you all dead," Harry said morbidly.

"That's true for all of us," Hisoka and Minori told him.

Harry's mind continued to wonder. "Do you think you'll leave behind a ghost?"

"Depends how I died," Morgan shrugged. The others replied in the negative.

"It occurs to me that with all that happened last year, I completely forgot about Hagrid. We're visiting him this weekend," Harry declared.

"Sure, whatever you want," Og agreed easily.

It got late enough they felt like showering and then it was bedtime.

The 1st fell on a Wednesday that year, so there were only 2 days of classes that first week of term. Harry got more homework in those 2 days then he would have gotten in a month back in First Year. As every Professor, even the whimsical Flitwick reminded them, it was N.E.W.T. year. The results of those Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests would determine which careers they could pursue in the real world. If O.W.L.s were the equivalent of a high school diploma, N.E.W.T.s were a bachelor's degree. Masteries were like getting a Ph. D. or doctorate.

Harry tackled the mountain of work with a simple motivation: the more time it took to do homework, the less time he could spend with his family. He stayed up to midnight both Thursday and Friday, but he finished his assignments. If the whole year promised to be this intense, Harry could sympathize with the Seventh Years who had to go to Madam Pomfrey for mental breakdowns.

On Saturday, Harry and his family, including Cory bundled for the Scottish chill, had breakfast in the Great Hall before exiting the castle to head for Hagrid's hut. Harry knocked on the door and looked way up into Hagrid's face when the door opened.

"Harry? What're you doing here?" the half-giant asked. He held Fang by the collar.

Harry launched into a half-rehearsed speech. "I was a bad friend to you last year. As I'm sure you heard, I had a lot going on. But that's no excuse to forget a friend. If you'll accept my apology, I'd like to be your friend again."

Hagrid frowned. "You didn't take my N.E.W.T. class."

"No, I didn't. Frankly, because I wasn't sure I'd survive it. For all I knew you'd have brought in a Nundu. I don't think you realize how much more vulnerable mere humans are compared to a half-giant. A playful nip to you is a deadly bite to us. Anyway, I'm sorry if it hurt your feelings but I can't go back and change it. Can you forgive me anyway?"

Hagried was quiet a long time. "You really were scared you'd get hurt in my class?"

"Yes," Harry answered. Better to be punched with the truth than kissed with a lie.

"... Eh, I'll read those teaching books Professor Dumbledore got me. I forgive you, Harry. For everything."

"Great! Is it okay if me and my family come in?" Harry grinned.

Hagrid only then seemed to notice Harry's husbands waiting a few paces back. Cory was held in Og's arms. Indy sat obediently at their feet. "These are the men you're dating?"

"We're actually married."

"And you brought your baby?"

"I wanted Cory to meet his Uncle Hagrid."

Hagrid's beetle black eyes got watery. "Of course he can meet his Uncle Hagrid! Come in, come in! I'll make tea."

The Potters and Indy walked up into the hut. The Drackens sat down in the oversized furniture while Indy and Fang played the ritual of two dogs meeting. Hagrid laid out rock cakes, which only Og seemed able to chew. "So what's new with you, Hagrid? Grawp doing okay? You and Olympe still together? Aragog still kicking?" Harry asked

Hagrid's mood visibly darkened. "Aragog died in May."

"Oh, Hagrid, I'm sorry. You raised him, was his friend over 50 years. How did his children react?" Harry inquired.

"It's the strangest thing. They said they'd eat me if I ever returned to their territory! Turns out they were only nice to me on Aragog's command. Why, the disrespect! If I hadn't found Aragog Mosag, none of them would be here!"

"I'm sorry, who's Aragog?" Morgan asked, confused.

"Hagrid's pet Acromantula he hatched in his Third Year," Harry said casually.

"Pet Acromantula, you say?" Morgan said faintly.

"Anyway, Grawp is doing fine. I'm actually thinking of finding him a lady friend! And Olympe and I are… long-distance. I can't leave Hogwarts, she can't leave Beauxbatons. We have the summer and winter hols and that's it," Hagrid continued.

"Grawp is Hagrid's full-giant half-brother. Olympe is a lady half-giant who's Headmistress of Beauxbatons," Harry explained.

Etienne blinked. "You're dating Madame Maxime? Well, bon chance!"

"Merci," Hagrid said with a decent accent.

The twins exchanged glances. "Maybe get the Headmaster's permission before bringing a giantess into the forest," Hisoka suggested.

"Imagine what trouble your nieces and nephews would cause," Minori elaborated.

Hagrid pursed his lips before pouring the tea. "Good point. Who are you two, again?"

"Hisoka and Minori, basically a Japanese Fred and George. This is Etienne, Morgan, and Og. Og actually has giant blood too. And since he's Cory's father, so does Cory," Harry piped up.

Hagrid turned to Og with interest. "Really? How far back?"

"My great-grandfather on my mum's dad's side," Og said around a mouthful of rock cake. "I'm hoping since it's diluted another generation, Cory will be a more average height."

"You had to say it. The Potter jinx just kicked in. Cory's going to be taller than Hagrid now," Harry moaned after sipping his tea. Hagrid's food was questionable at best but he made a mean cup of Earl Grey.

Hagrid reached out a finger to trace Cory's face. "His name's Cory?"

"Short for Cormoran," Harry answered.

"I remember the day I picked you up and brought you to the Dursleys. You looked just as sweet and innocent," Hagrid said nostalgically.

"In Sirius's motorcycle. Hey, since he left me everything in his will, does that make the bike mine now?" Harry wondered.

"Probably. What motorcycle?" Og asked.

"My godfather Sirius Black had a motorbike spelled to fly. More comfy than a broom, I suppose." Harry's mind flashed to a related subject. "Oh, Merlin's saggy scrotum. I forgot about Moony, too."

"Moony?" Hisoka and Minori asked together.

"One of my Dad's best mates, sort of supposed to be my uncle. But he has issues with getting close to people since he's a werewolf," Harry replied.

"Really? Back in America, they were trialing an improved Wolfsbane Potion when I left. I could pull some strings, get this Moony into the program," Morgan offered. "What's his real name?"

"Remus Lupin. I'll certainly tell him about the opportunity," Harry told his grounding mate. "Hagrid, what's the last you heard about Remus?"

"That he was living with Tonks, so I heard," Hagrid shrugged.

"Harry, context please," Etienne requested.

"Nymphadora Tonks, and you can forget her first name because she hates it. Auror and Metamorphmagus. Part of the Order of the Phoenix before I accidentally killed Voldemort. Also young enough to be my big sister. But who am I to judge a May-December romance?" Harry chuckled, poking Etienne with his foot.

They lingered in Hagrid's hut the rest of the morning, Harry even letting Hagrid feed Cory. Indy seemed quite attached to Fang, confirmed by the twins Legilimancy. But Harry wasn't worrying about that until mating season. The family returned to the Great Hall for lunch, and Harry didn't realize how he was building his plate until Hermione commented "You going to have a vegetable with all that meat?"

Harry froze before launching into the prepared lie. "That treatment Morgan gave me for my disease wore off. Back on the coma diet. Meat only for 15 days, then grains, then fruits and vegetables."

Harry saw the shock on his mates' faces and mentally implored them to get with the act.

Ginny, who'd done quiet research on Drackens, realized the truth. "Well, good luck with that. Who'll watch Cory while you're in a coma?"

"Your mom all but begged to babysit. If she's unavailable, there's always Dobby and Kreacher." Harry shrugged.

"Harry, you know I don't approve of slave labor," Hermione said flatly.

"I pay Dobby, and I would pay Kreacher if he wouldn't be insulted by the very thought. I'm an enlightened House-Elf master, Hermione," Harry waved off.

Neville winced. "10 days of make-up assignments in Seventh Year… good luck, mate."

"Bury me in the parchment now," Harry theatrically moaned.

The Potters ate their lunch and then retreated to their soundproof rooms. "You can't be on your heat cycle already. It hasn't even been a full month since Cory was born! How is this possible?" Morgan ranted.

"Because I'm Harry J. Potter, the most fertile Submissive Dracken on the planet," Harry snarked. "I'm not like Ysabeau with the years between cycles and string of infertile heats. I'm cranking out Irish twins, and that's assuming this coming pregnancy is just the one!"

"Triplets, quads, maybe even quints," Hisoka and Minori helpfully added.

"Multiple babies under a year old. Not what I expected from my mateship," Etienne said dazedly.

Og gave a piercing whistle. "Enough! We're Drackens. This is what we're made for, having chicks. We will deal with this coming heat and any pregnancy that follows like the Drackens we are. Now, everyone calm down. Cory is picking up on the negativity."

Harry picked up Cory and sang the happiest song he could think of.

('Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Da')

The song over, Harry placed a nodding off Cory in his crib. Harry grabbed one of the stuffed animals and cuddled it as he took a seat on the sofa. Indy curled up at his feet and his Dominants sat or stood around him.

"We can do this. We're Potters. Potters just don't quit," Harry said.

His mates made sounds of agreement.

They stayed in their rooms until dinner. Then they went down and presented a united, happy front as Harry ate an all-protein meal.

The projected start of Harry's heat was October 17th. While Hisoka, Minori, and Morgan worked, Og and Etienne took care of Cory while Harry tried not to drown in a sea of homework. Weekends were a welcome, even vital relief for the family to bond and have a little fun. Cory grew and developed every day, his progress chronicled by Morgan's camera. Hedwig was kept busy as Harry sent letters to the Burrow, the LaFortier chateau, and Tonks's flat, keeping in touch with those he considered family. Moony eagerly reestablished contact with Harry, and tried to be supportive even though the Marauder was convinced Harry's parents would rip him to shreds in the afterlife for allowing their baby boy to become a teen mom.

September passed, and October came with plenty of rain. Harry munched on vegetables as snacks as he studied in the final two weeks before his heat. The homework was slowly but steadily growing as the year progressed. Harry could sympathize with the black market of brain boosters and cheating tools that was the worst kept secret in Hogwarts. Harry didn't know how Hermione was handling it with her Prefect duties stacked on top. Plus, as Dobby told him, she was somehow finding time to knit clothes to try and 'free' Hogwarts House-Elves as part of her S.P.E.W. campaign. Maybe her genius let her finish the homework faster than the average student.

Harry had taken the time to bond with Kreacher and find out the cause of his shift in behavior. Harry learned that defeating Voldemort had fulfilled Regulus Black's dying wish. Kreacher felt indebted to Harry and kept his Pureblood mania inherited from Walburga to himself. Plus, as the grandson of Dorea Black, Harry had Black blood and therefore so did all his children. Kreacher was happy to serve the Potter Family under those circumstances.

On the evening of October 16th, Harry reluctantly handed Cory over to Dobby. Rational thinking warred with maternal instinct as he gave his baby up to spend 10 days with Grandma Molly while Harry and his husbands went on heat. Dobby popped away to the Burrow, taking Cory and Indy with him. Shaking his head and fighting the urge to bawl his eyes out, Harry stripped. "If the past is any indicator, it'll hit around 2:00 or 3:00 am. What're we going to do until then?" Harry finished becoming nude and folded his clothes, knowing they'd be ripped off otherwise.

"I found a blatant piece of copyright infringement today," Morgan offered, pulling out a cardboard box. "'Bender'. Like Muggle 'Twister' except the free dots change color each turn. Want to play?"

They spent a few hours amusing themselves playing Bender. Then they just talked around the fire. "Should I get a piercing or tattoo first?" Harry asked.

'Tattoos carry a bad stigma in Japanese culture. Piercing," the twins answered.

"Oh, yes. Nipple rings would look very sexy on you," Etienne said with a salacious grin.

Harry looked at Og. "Got an opinion, big guy?"

"I think you're perfect as is… but gold nipple rings would double your sexiness," the part-giant admitted.

"I think a Muggle piercing shop will require you to be 18, though," Morgan pointed out.

"Confundus Charm," Harry waved off.

Then the heat hit and they all did things much less intellectual and much more carnal for over a week.

Harry woke in the early hours of the 27th feeling like he'd been run over and then raped by a chimera. And if he focused, his magical sensitivity just barely detected at least one spark of life in his womb. Harry called out "Need help getting to toilet." Hisoka and Minori came out the bathroom and carried him to the porcelain throne. Harry relieved his bladder and turned to Morgan in the tub. "Hit me with it, Morgan. How many embryos?"

Morgan sighed. "Four. Assuming no VFS, we're having quads in May."

"VFS?" Etienne asked.

"Vanishing Fetus Syndrome. In the case of multiples, a weak fetus can die and be absorbed by a stronger fetus. It's not really that common but it's worth keeping in mind," their Healer mate lectured.

Harry grit his teeth. "No child of mine is dying until their 300s. Cory is getting four little siblings in May and that's that." Urination done, Harry limped to the tub and got in the steaming medicinal bath. "How early can we bring back Cory?"

"I'd say around breakfast time is appropriate," Og mused.

Harry sank to his nose in the water and blew bubbles impatiently. "Do they make Time Turners that go forward?" he asked after emerging from the water.

"No!" the twins said emphatically.

"Travel to the past is easy," Hisoka stated.

"Travel to the future always ends bad," Minori shuddered.

"Fine, fine, I wasn't being serious anyway. So… any of you play an instrument?' Harry asked.

"Violin, piano, and guitar. Maman is a strict music enthusiast," Etienne listed off.

"I was in Flitwick's chorus in my school years. Otherwise, nope," Og shrugged.

"No," the twins said in sync.

"I'm not half-bad with a saxophone. I love smooth jazz," Morgan sighed.

"I've got nothing. Though for some reason I always wanted to learn the harp," Harry confessed.

"After you graduate, we can find a teacher if you want," Og offered.

"I'll think about it. It occurs to me all our children will be trilingual. English, French, Japanese. Maybe they'll even inherit my Parseltongue."

"You're a Parselmouth?" Etienne asked wide-eyed.

"Little fringe benefit of being Voldemort's horcrux. I still have it even though the soul shard in my scar was destroyed, so I guess it's imprinted on my magic," Harry told them.

They talked until the water turned cold. Then got dressed and settled in to while away the hours until breakfast. Harry studied his notes until he couldn't take it anymore. "It's 6:18. Molly always gets up early. Dobby, say goodbye to Molly and bring back Cory and Indy!"

10 seconds later, the House-Elf popped in with the family dog and heir. "Miss Molly wishes Master Harry to know she hads a lovely time babysitting and will do it again whenever Master Harry asks."

Harry barely heard Dobby as he took Cory in his arms. The baby looked up at his mother and blinked. "Hey, little man. Did you miss Mummy? Mummy missed you. Yes, he did. Yes, he did. Oh, and you're going to get some siblings to play with in 7 months. You have to promise to be gentle with them, you'll be much bigger by then."

"Master Harry be pregnant?" Dobby asked.

"Yep. Successful heat. Hope you don't mind the extra nappies and bottles."

"Dobby will be happy to serve," the young elf swore.

"Thanks, Dobby. Oh, what day is it?"

"It be Sunday the 27th of October, Master Harry."

"Yes! No homework until tomorrow!"

Og could only chuckle at his Submissive's behavior. "Thank you for your service, Dobby. You're dismissed."

"Yes, Master Og." With a pop, Dobby vanished.

The Potters got reacquainted with their son and went down for breakfast at 8:00. Indy came along, the dog so well-behaved the Professors didn't mind her presence. Harry assembled a balanced plate that was full to the brim; he was eating for five now. Hermione noticed. "What about your diet?"

"Morgan got another batch of that experimental treatment. Coma free for a few more months," Harry shrugged.

Neville squinted. "You're glowing again. Maybe you should take a pregnancy test."

"Already had Morgan do it. Four little Potters arriving in mid-May," Harry told his best male friend.

Ginny giggled. "Imagine if any of them are girls. They'll have five overprotective dads and a big brother scaring away all their suitors."

"Any Potter princess that reaches 16 can shag a Quidditch team for all I care. Their bodies, their choice. But not so much as a kiss before then," Harry said firmly.

"Harry, dearest, maybe we could discuss this?" Etienne said lightly.

"Mother knows best. And I'm their mother. Assuming any of this batch are girls in the first place."

Hedwig came down with a bunch of letters. And a Daily Prophet she'd probably stolen from some poor other owl, given Harry didn't have a subscription. "Thank you, girl," Harry said, stroking her feathers. Then he glanced at the front page and felt his tolerance for bullshit be instantly exceeded. "The Boy-Who-Lived-To-Shag. Who makes up this troll dung?" The picture was of Harry on the Hogsmeade platform holding Cory and flanked by his husbands.

Hisoka took out his wand. "Let me burn it," he asked.

"It's not worth even reading," Minori asserted.

"I say 'know thy enemy'," Morgan said, grabbing the paper and reading the article. "Reminds everyone you're seeing all five of us at the same time, mentioning we're also all older than you. Questions about Cory's paternity. Speculation we're members of a gay sex cult. And a parting implication Voldemort warped your mind when he possessed you last year. I personally find this funny."

"Is sex magic even a thing?" Harry asked curiously.

"Yes. It's a rich branch of ritual magic. All considered Dark in the UK, of course," Og told his Submissive.

"Of course. God, why is every wizard older than us a Victorian prude?"

They finished eating and then Harry declared he wanted to watch the Quidditch teams practice. A quick stop at their rooms to grab cloaks and then they went down to the stadium. The Ravenclaw team was just warming up. "Should I just sell my Firebolt? By the time I'm barren and can fly again, it'll be an antique."

"That's why you should hold on to it. Age adds value. Plus it belonged to the Boy-Who-Lived, that should up the price," Etienne advised.

Harry shrugged and looked down at Cory. "This is Quidditch, Cory, and it's the greatest sport in the world. I won't mind if you don't care for it. But if you do, I'll coach you so you can get on your House team and Mummy will buy you the best broom. You're big and broad, you'd make a good Keeper."

"Were you serious about our daughters having sexual freedom?" Hisoka and Minori asked.

"I nailed down five men at 16, why shouldn't they be able to? And the same policy for our sons. Chaste angels until the age of consent. Then they can knock up their girlfriends or boyfriends on their birthdays for all I care," Harry shrugged, not seeing the problem.

"That's fair, I suppose," Morgan mused. "Is it alright if I scare them with pictures of STIs though?"

"I'm letting you handle the TALK for every child we have. You're the Healer after all," Harry grinned wickedly.

Morgan paled. "Really?"

"Just kidding. We'll all chip in with sex ed," Harry giggled.

They watched the Ravenclaw team practice for a couple hours until lunch. Then the Potters spent the rest of their Sunday in their rooms playing with Cory and Indy and talking to each other. Harry went to sleep that night, hoping the make-up assignments he was getting tomorrow wouldn't actually bury him alive in parchment.