The rest of the winter holidays passed in a happy blur. Harry, his mates, Cory, and Indy all had oodles of fun with the LaFortier family or the chateau's amenities. Harry reluctantly took a day to do his homework, but otherwise it was a carefree week after Christmas. In no time, Harry and his family were hugging Ysabeau and Philippe goodbye. With a wave, Harry touched the Portkey and found himself in Hogsmeade.

"That makes my top 3 winter breaks easy," Harry told Etienne.

"On behalf of my family, thank you," the wandmaker bowed with a grin.

They grabbed their bags and made for Hogwarts. After the carriage ride, they went up to their rooms to unpack. That done, they talked until lunch, Harry bringing Cory and Indy since both were awake and looked bored.

Hermione had a tan as she sat next to Ginny. "Tropical Christmas, Hermione?" Harry asked with a raised brow.

"My family took us to Hawaii! It was beautiful and the native culture was fascinating. Did you know Magical Hawaii isn't part of the Magical USA, it's still an independent kingdom?" Hermione gushed.

"No, I did not," Harry answered,

"I did," Morgan added.

"How lucrative is dentistry? You seem to go on a lot of expensive vacations," Og observed.

"My parents run the most popular practice in London. And we budget smartly, that's all," the Muggleborn shrugged.

"Well, I had a decent holiday myself. Especially since it was Phlegm-free," Ginny said. Suffice to say she and Fleur didn't get on well. "There WAS an incident on Christmas though. Ron's gift from Lavender was a positive pregnancy test."

Harry hissed. "Ooh. Did Molly kill him and hide the body?"

"It's by the orchard. No, she just gave a half hour lecture on responsibility and being a good father. I think Ron threw up afterwards."

"Speak of the devil," Hisoka and Minori said in twin-speak. Ron Weasley was walking over to them.

"I thought we agreed to leave each other alone," Harry said neutrally.

"Mate… help. What do I do? Do I marry Lav? How am I going to take care of a baby? You're a teen mum, tell me!" Ron all but begged.

Harry debated answering. Unfortunately, he was a bleeding heart. "As to the marriage thing, do you love her or is she just the girl you shag?"

"I… I think I love her. I stop eating to listen to her," Ron said uncertainly.

"If you love her, marry her. Case closed. Now, as for raising a baby, there's books you can read, though most of it is common sense. It boils down to loving your kid and doing your best. And Winky or your mum will be able to help with anything you don't know how to do. Alright?"

"A-alright." Ron gulped. Then he walked back towards Lavender and Parvati. He said a few things and Lavender got up to kiss him.

"That was nice of you," Neville commented, silent until now.

"I just had to help the poor bastard," Harry shrugged. He looked down at Cory, who looked like he might be teething. "You're getting a cousin, Cory. Play nice with them when we visit Grandma Molly's, okay?"

"There should be a test you have to pass before you can become a parent. That kid is doomed," Hermione said disapprovingly.

"Let's not invite the government into the bedroom," Og advised.

"Anyway, Harry, you more worried about the quad's birth or N.E.W.T.s?" Ginny asked.

"N.E.W.T.s. Birth is easy. Painful but easy. It's the baby that's the hard part. If we didn't have Dobby and Kreacher I'd be panicking," Harry answered.

"Where are the 11 of you going to live after graduation?" Indy barked at Neville. "Sorry, Indy, I mean 12."

"12 Grimmauld Place for the short-term. Og's grandpa's farm or a house we buy ourselves once we're ready," Harry planned.

Luna skipped over from her Table. "Hi, Harry, Harry's family. Daddy's asked me to ask you if you'd do an interview for the Quibbler," she asked brightly.

Harry blinked. "Why?"

"Just to get the truth out there as opposed to the Prophet's lies. You'll have the right to refuse any question, of course."

"Um, sure, why not? When do you want to do it?"

"No time like the present! It'll only take an hour or so," Luna grinned.

Harry finished his last bite and handed Cory to Hisoka. "Alright. Where we going?"

"How about the Room or Requirement? Nice and private."

"Sure. Potters, you're about to see one of the hidden wonders of Hogwarts."

The Drackens, Luna, and Indy went to the seventh floor. Luna paced in front of an empty wall until a door appeared. Harry explained how the room worked as they entered. The room was perfect for an interview, of course, with two chairs facing each other with a desk in front of one. There was even a corner with dog and baby toys for Indy and Cory. Harry sat down across from Luna as she pulled out a roll of parchment and a Dictaquill. His mates stood watching from the side.

"Testing. Trolls in a tantrum cause terrible trouble," Luna said. The quill faithfully copied her words. "Right. Welcome, Harry Potter. On behalf of the Quibbler, thank you for agreeing to this tell-all expose."

"Happy to help such a fine publication," Harry grinned.

"Let's get right to the obvious question: why do you need 5 lovers? Most of us are content with just 1."

"I'm polyamorous. I genuinely believe you can romantically love more than one person at once. I met each of my husbands and fell in love with them. Luckily, all five love me back."

"I see. And how would you respond to those that would accuse you of being a sex addict?"

"I'd say there's worse things to be addicted to than sex. Besides, I'm faithful to my husbands. My sexual needs are more than satisfied, and that's the last I'll say on that topic."

"Speaking of sex and reproduction, you got pregnant again only 2 months after the birth of your first son. Any comment for our readers?"

"LIke I said, my sexual needs are satisfied by my husbands. Pregnancy is just the natural consequence of that. I don't think I need to defend myself for that."

"And you're not intimidated by having multiple children in the same year?"

"We have a strong family support system, and we always planned on a big family anyway. However many children we end up having, we'll be able to cope."

"Best of luck then, Harry. Let's turn the focus onto your husbands. There's been rife speculation as to their identities but no clear details. Would you mind telling our readers who you've pledged your heart to?"

"Okay. In the order I met them, there's Etienne LaFortier. He's a French wandmaker apprentice, though he's put his apprenticeship on hold to be a full-time parent. Next there's Ogden Thwaite, but we call him Og. He recently left his job at the Ministry to pursue an Arithmancy Mastery. Then there's Hisoka and Minori Shiraishin, the twins. They're associates at Gringotts. And finally, Morgan Hendricks. He's a Healer at St. Mungo's."

"And is it true that they all took your name?"

"Yes, we're the Potters. I was very touched by their decision."

"Let's get to what I'm sure our readers are craving: what can you say about your son?"

"I could talk for hours about Cory. How long is this interview?"

"So his name's Cory? Cory Potter?"

"It's short for Cormoran. I wanted to name him after a giant in honor of his father's giant blood."

"That would be Og, yes? Your tallest husband?"

"Just the one."

"Acknowledging he's not even 5 months old at the time of this interview, what can you tell us about Cory?"

"He's a big boy, 13 lb. at birth. He likes his food and he likes plenty of it. If I were a woman he'd have drained my breasts dry. He also seems to like the cold, he's always smiling when we take him outside."

"Thank you for telling us. And what about your current pregnancy? Any news to share about that?"

"They're quadruplets and they're healthy. That's all I know or want to know. We'll be surprised by the sexes and paternity of each after the birth."

"Any gut instincts, though? Mother's intuition?"

"Speaking off the top of my head, they all feel like girls. Which would be nice. This family could use some femininity."

"May they all be born well, whatever they are. Now, just a couple questions on the last member of your family. You have a half-Crup, yes?"

"Indy. I love her like a daughter. She was a Christmas present last year. I can't imagine life without her now."

"Mating season is coming up. Any plans to breed her?"

"She's got a crush on a dog here at Hogwarts, so maybe."

"What would you do with the litter?"

"Pass them out to friends and family, take care of any we can't. I'm not selling them, that feels wrong."

"I see. Before we end, any advice on love or parenting for our readers?"

"If you ever have to choose between your heart and your head, go with your heart. The head cares about what you want. The heart cares about what you need. Voldemort tried to possess me and my heart, my love, destroyed him. To quote a Muggle singer, 'All you need is love'."

"Thank you for your wisdom. This is Luna Lovegood with Harry Potter reminding you to always quibble."

The interview ended. Luna packed away the parchment and hugged Harry. "That was great! My working title: The Boy-Who-Loved. Perfect for the Valentine's Day issue."

"Glad to help," Harry grinned.

"Ma," said a small, babying voice.

Harry's head whipped around. Cory was sitting up, reaching out towards Harry. "Ma!" he repeated.

Harry rushed over, picked up Cory, and showered him with kisses. "Good boy Cory! You said your first word! Mummy's so proud of you!"

"Knew it would be 'Ma' or 'Mum'," Morgan chuckled, accepting a Galleon from Etienne.

They left the Room of Requirement, Harry distractedly waving Luna goodbye as he kept staring at Cory, beaming with pride.

Later at dinner, Harry told his three Gryffindor friends about Cory's milestone. Hermione squealed, Ginny clapped, and Neville congratulated Harry genuinely. Harry looked at the Head Table, which still looked odd without Dumbledore.

"Who's Deputy now that McGonagall is Headmistress?" he asked. "Or Head of Gryffindor?"

"Hagrid's Head, believe it or not. And I'm pretty sure I heard Flitwick is the new Deputy," Hermione answered.

"I see. Anyway, while I'm thinking about it, will you bring me my assignments while I'm on bedrest in May?"

"Of course," his first female friend agreed.

They finished the meal, played with Indy a bit, then went to sleep to prepare for the next day.

Term picked back up with a bang, the amount of homework practically doubling. Harry was glad Pepper-Up Potion was safe for expecting mothers because he needed a lot of it to avoid collapsing from exhaustion under the weight of his schoolwork. In other news, the twins got a promotion at work. Og had his own homework from his correspondence Mastery course. Morgan had to deal with flu season at work. And Etienne heard one of his great-grandmothers died; he took a day off to go to the funeral in France.

February was on them before they knew it. Harry blinked it felt like and it was Valentine's Day. His gift to his mates was a bit unoriginal: he got copies of the crest ring for the rest of them. His husbands assured him it was a lovely gift. Harry waddled down to breakfast, the quad having ballooned overnight. Only 3 months to go. He sighed as he sat down and built the first of two or three plates. He was eating for five after all.

"Happy Valentine's," Ginny said cheerily.

Harry narrowed his eyes at his quasi-adopted sister. "You have a boyfriend."

"I thought the twins were the mind readers," she pouted.

At that moment, an eagle-owl landed with a massive box of chocolates in front of Ginny. An eagle-owl Harry recognized.

"Draco? I was joking on the train," Harry said wide-eyed.

"Well, I gave it a shot. And he's actually very sweet now that his father's not brainwashing him. Plus he's AMAZING in a broom cupboard," Ginny explained.

"Well, don't tell Ron. Though he's got his own problems," Harry mused. He looked down the table to see Ron with his nose in a parenting book.

Luna seemed to float over. "Hi, Harry. Here's a free Quibbler. You're the main article!"

Harry took the magazine from his friend. "Thanks, Luna. Happy to help."

"No, no, thank you. This is going to sell out faster than the Death Eater article back in '96. Toodle-lee-do." She skipped away.

Neville sighed looking after her. Harry poked him with his foot. "If you're mad for her, ask her out. There's a Hogsmeade weekend coming up."

"I don't know," Neville dithered.

"Are you a lion or aren't you? Go after her now. Go!" Harry encouraged.

Neville gulped. "Sod it." He stood and went after Luna.

"Who has time to date with N.E.W.T.s around the corner," Hermione huffed.

"There was a running joke at the medical clinic I got my Mastery. It was 'Grades, Social Life, Sleep. Pick two,'" Morgan spoke up. "It's all a question of priorities."

They finished breakfast and then it was just another school day. Harry read the Quibbler at lunch. Luna did good work. That night, Harry was treated to sex from all five mates, reassuring him that he was sexy despite his bulging belly.

March and April passed in a blur of work, work, a little play, and more work. Cory got his two front teeth and his eyes darkened to his grandmother's shade of green. Harry loved that Cory had something so in common with him. Indy indeed mated with Fang and got pregnant. Harry joked only she understood what he was going through. A week before May, Etienne brought up the Dracken Ball.

"Do we really have time for that?" Harry asked crankily. All four babies were night owls, kicking him awake at all hours of the night.

"It was fun last year," the twins reminded.

"Don't I go on bedrest, like, the next day?" Harry tried a different tack.

"You could go in a wheelchair," Morgan suggested.

"I might actually go along with that," Harry said, laying on his back. One of the babies was nestled against his spine and caused him extra lower back pain. Cory, playing nearby, crawled over and patted Harry's bump. Harry grinned, convinced Cory knew he was going to be a big brother and was saying hello to his siblings. "We don't even have dress robes for Cory."

"I can pick them up over the next week easy. Stop making excuses, Harry. Do you want to go, yes or no?" Og pressed.

"... Fine. The food was decent. But if anyone tries to arrange Cory's marriage to their baby daughter, I'm leaving."

Next Saturday, indeed in a wheelchair and dressed in his dress robes that barely contained his bump, Harry and his family Apparated from Hogsmeade to the Dracken Halls under Edinburgh. Cory looked so handsome in his dress robes that Morgan had insisted on several pictures. Harry waved at the two guards at the entrance to the Halls, both of whom stared.

"Ancients above, how long is your heat cycle? You look ready to pop and this time last year your first one was still inside," one gaped.

"55 days, and I went on it a month after my first's birth. Call me Fertile Myrtle," Harry shrugged. He sat back in the wheelchair, which was actually very comfy.

A familiar face opened the doors. "Harry, dear one! You're a vision!" Elder Titus gushed.

Harry grinned at the exuberant Elder who'd overseen his claiming meetings. "Hi, Titus. Didn't see you last year."

"I couldn't attend, my granddaughter's wedding was the same day. Oh, I read the Quibbler article on you. So we're expecting four girls?"

"We're expecting four. The girls part was just a hunch," Harry corrected.

Titus went up to Og who was holding Cory and gazed at the young Dracken. "Such a handsome young boy. You must be so proud," Titus commented.

"Fit to burst. Now, I'm hungry. Take me to the Ball and the food," Harry demanded.

The Potters and Elder Titus walked through the tunnels, following the werelights as they'd done last year. At the entrance to the cavern, they gave their names to the Elder with a ledger, adding "Cory Potter, Minor Dracken." Then Harry was wheeled down into the party. They drew a lot of attention, and Harry thought it was equally from his notoriety as much as his massive bump. His quad liked room to move.

"Let's drop Cory in the playpen and then nibble and mingle," Harry instructed.

"Sure thing," Morgan said, pushing his chair through the crowd to the corner with the play area for children under 5. The two armed guards took Cory with appropriate care and laid him down next to a group of other infants. Cory had 4 inches and maybe a stone's weight on the next biggest baby in the group. He began to babble at the other babies, who responded in their own baby language. Harry waved his son goodbye before the Potters went for the refreshment tables.

Og ordered drinks from a bartender, Harry getting sparkling grape juice. Then Harry had Morgan take him on a roll around the food tables so he could sample everything. They stopped now and then to greet other partygoers who stopped them for introductions. They were halfway around the room when Ysabeau and Philippe found them.

"Goodness, Harry. You look like you belong back home in bed," Ysabeau commented.

"Bedrest starts tomorrow. Just a couple weeks until the due date. I'm surprised I didn't go into premature labor with how squished they're getting… and I just jinxed it. Sorry if I go into labor right here in front of the ancients and everybody," Harry replied.

"Here's hoping you make it back home," Philippe chuckled with a little toast.

"Morgan Hendricks!" came an imperious female voice.

"Crap," Harry's Healer mate muttered. Then he turned and greeted a middle-aged brunette woman trailed by a man who looked like Morgan's clone aged 50 years extra. "Hi Ma, Pop. Didn't expect to see you here."

"We don't normally come but we had to see you and you weren't answering our letters. Now I see why! How could you betray us like this? You're a homosexual?" the woman, apparently Morgan's mother demanded.

"I'm a Dominant Dracken, Ma. I'm attracted to Submissive Drackens. Harry, male or otherwise, is a Submissive. It's simple biology," Morgan said dully. He seemed to have raised all his walls when he saw his parents.

"And I can get pregnant the same as a woman so what's the difference?" Harry added, finding this woman distinctly Petunia-like.

"I… suppose you have a point. But what about the other Dominants? Are you top-Dominant? Do you avoid being… sodomized each heat?" Morgan's mother asked.

"Ma, what me and my fellow Dominants do to each other and Harry during our heat is our business. I don't know why you're so bent out of shape over this, you had two dads. You think they didn't fool around?" Morgan fired back.

"Don't dishonor your grandfathers like that. Of course they don't!" she shrieked.

"Pardon me, are you going to introduce yourselves or just sling barbs at my son-in-law?" Ysabeau asked with deceptive calm. Not for no reason was her Patronus a puma.

"Julia Hendricks, Morgan's mother," Julia told Ysabeau. "And this is my husband Donald."

"You didn't answer your mother's question. Are you top-Dominant?" Donald asked, sounding like the answer would decide whether he disowned his son or not.

Morgan waved a hand at Og, watching silently. "No. Og is. I valued the integrity of my skeletal system so I didn't bother challenging him."

Donald looked up at Og's towering height. "... I can see why you'd do that. Are you at least second in line?"

"No, that's us," Hisoka and Minori said with flat expressions. Whatever they were reading in Morgan's parents' thoughts, they didn't like it.

"Ma, Pop, I'm in a relationship with five men. We love each other very much. What do our sex lives have to do with either of you? We don't even live on the same continent anymore," Morgan said firmly. "And if you ever want to meet your grandchildren, I'd either change your minds or at least keep your thoughts to yourselves."

Julia and Donald exchanged a glance in the way a married couple can have a whole conversation. "You're our son, Morgan. We love you, even if you do things we don't approve of. Let's settle on a don't ask, don't tell policy regarding your private lives. Otherwise, we want to be part of this family you've made for yourself," Julia finally said.

Morgan relaxed slightly, He surprised both parents with a hug. "Let's start over. Ma, Pop, this is my family: Og, Hisoka, Minori, Etienne, and Harry. Cory's in the playpen."

Harry relaxed as the conversation lost most of its tension. The Potters, Hendricks, and LaFortiers talked for a couple hours, Julia and Donald being invited into the fold. Harry sent the twins to get him a platter of food since they stopped moving. He learned Julia came from a Dracken family while Donald was just an average wizard. And that for all that they were blatantly homophobic, they were somewhat decent people.

When Julia and Donald left, citing an early Portkey, Harry blew out a breath. "That was intense. Surprised that didn't trigger my labor."

"I'm sorry. My parents are… well, you saw," Morgan shrugged helplessly.

"They're not just homophobic, they're racist," Hisoka chimed in.

"Your dad mentally refers to us as 'the damn Japs'," Minori revealed.

"Well, he fought in the Pacific theater in WWII. He has a low opinion of Japanese people in particular, not Asians in general," Morgan half-heartedly defended.

"Let's move on. Harry, you want to stay any longer?" Og asked.

"I'll stay, but I want Cory with us. Let's go pick him up," Harry stated.

They got Cory, who seemed to have formed a little court among his fellow infants. Harry balanced his son on his bump and had Morgan resume the food crawl from earlier. They met new and interesting Drackens from around the globe, most of them approaching to compliment Harry on his pregnancy or Cory. Harry forgot most of their names after meeting them, but it was fun.

Then Harry felt his babies get into birthing position.

"Someone take Cory," he growled, fighting his Dracken trying to take over his mind.

Og picked Cory up. Then Harry's Dracken features burst out as he clawed his way out of his dress robes. Heedless of his nudity, he roared at all those nearby. His chicks were coming! They had to leave, or at least keep their distance.

Everyone backed up, but their attention was clearly on Harry and what he was doing. Harry's Dracken dismissed them as irrelevant compared to the birth of his chicks. Getting on his knees on the stone floor, idly wishing for soft sheets and pillows, Harry tore open the incision in his womb. Reaching in, he pulled his babies out one by one. All four were angels, perfect little female cherubs. Harry sliced the umbilical cords and pulled out the placentas. Then he paused. Blood. He needed his mates' blood. He called out in mild distress, aware he was bleeding out slowly.

Og brought him a warmed thermos, the scent of blood wafting out the open top. Harry grabbed it and guzzled it down. Feeling the rip in his flesh close up due to the magic in the blood, Harry returned his attention to his four daughters. They were all crying, and Harry imagined it was due to the cold stone floor they were on.

"Dobby!" Harry called, his human mind coming back with the birth over.

"Yes, Master Harry?" Dobby asked as he popped in.

"Four bodysuits, four nappies, four bottles. Grab four umbilical clamps while you're at it," Harry ordered.

Dobby snapped and all four baby girls were clothed in pink bodysuits from Molly, nappies and clamps presumably already on them. The bottles appeared by Harry's side. "Anything else, Master Harry?"

"A magical shower and some warm clothes for me, please, Dobby."

A snap and Harry was clothed in a jumper and sweats, the feel of blood and other fluids whisked off his skin. "Done, Master Harry."

"What would I do without you, Dobby? You're dismissed."

"Goodbye and congratulations, Master Harry." Then the House-Elf disappeared.

Harry's mates warily approached. Harry picked up his daughters one by one, inhaling their scents deep into the recesses of his mind before handing them off to their respective fathers. "This one is Morgan's. This one is Etienne's. These two are the twins'." Harry handed them each a bottle. With the ease of practice from Cory, Harry's husbands fed their baby daughters.

Harry looked away from the heartwarming scene of new fathers feeding their children to the audience of the Dracken Ball. "Nothing to see here, just a few newborns. Go back to your party!"

The Ball hesitantly got back on, though Harry was sure his newly expanded family was a hot topic. Harry looked for Cory and saw him sitting on the ground by where his mate's had been, Ysabeau and Philippe nearby. Harry wandlessly summoned his son into his arms. "Hey, little man. You're a big brother now. I have a couple friends good as sisters, they're a blast. You're going to love your baby sisters."

Og sat down on the ground and hugged Harry close. "Any ideas for names?"

"I like the idea of naming them after the seasons for some reason. Say, Hisoka, Minori, what're the Japanese words for 'winter' and 'spring'?"

"Fuyu and Haruhi," Hisoka said distractedly. Minori and he were in identical feeding positions for their daughters.

"I like that. Fuyu and Haruhi. Morgan's is Autumn. And Etienne's is Summer. Any daddy veto or are those okay names?" Harry asked, the exhaustion of blood loss starting to hit him.

"They're perfect, just like them," Etienne assured him.

"Great. Now let's get back to Hogwarts. I think the party's over for us."

With a quick goodbye to Ysabeau and Philippe, the Potters left the Ball and Appareated from the Dracken Halls to Hogsmeade. Fuyu, Haruhi, Summer, and Autumn were asleep by then as they walked up to their rooms. Harry checked the nursery and found that Cory's crib was now accompanied by four bassinets. Good old Dobby or Kreacher. Harry watched his husbands reluctantly put down their baby girls to sleep.

"Well, that was an exciting way to end a Saturday," Harry said lightly as they filed into their shower a few minutes later.

"Life is never boring when you're with Harry Potter," Morgan chuckled as he began to lather up.

"I take that as a compliment."

They got clean, and then passed out in bed, secure in the knowledge Dobby or Kreacher would handle any night feeds or changings.

The next day, Sunday the 3rd, Morgan popped into work to grab four birth certificates. In short order, the birth of Fuyu Potter, Haruhi Potter, Summer Potter, and Autumn Potter was recorded. For their godparent, Harry listed Hermione Granger, having asked her before the birth if she'd want the honor and duty of the role. She'd said yes emphatically. Harry told all his mates that all 4 of their daughters were Drackens. They were agog at the news.

"Dracken birth rates are so low. Seems you're not just super fertile, you bring out the creature blood," Etienne marveled.

"I'm just special, I guess," Harry shrugged, not seeing the big deal. He was holding Autumn, tracing a finger over her wisps of brunette hair.

"Seriously, Harry, if every child we have is a Dracken, we could single-handedly cause a baby boom," Morgan said while feeding Fuyu.

"Let's just hope I don't go on my heat cycle at least until the fall. Five kids under 1 are plenty to handle for a while," Harry hoped.

Hisoka and Minori looked up from scratching Indy. "Jinx," they said with mischievous smirks.

Harry moaned. "Damn it. I'll have a heat before my birthday now."

"You're exaggerating… but you did jinx it," Og said with a smile, Cory sat up in his lap observing the room with Lily's eyes.

Harry had a thought. He took out his wand and conjured Prongs. "Tell Hermione, Neville, Luna and Ginny to come to our rooms. They get to meet the new Potters." The Patronus pranced off to find the recipients of its message. 15 minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Harry opened it with his wand from the sofa. His four wedding witnesses came into the room.

"These are nice rooms. How come you haven't invited us here before?" Ginny asked.

"I didn't want you to catch me mid-coitus with my husbands," Harry joked. "Now come meet our daughters."

"You were right, then. All four were girls?" Luna asked brightly.

"Yep. And Hermione's godmother. You or Neville can get the next batch," Harry told her.

"It's going to be me AND Neville. We're getting married," Luna grinned.

Neville blinked. "We are?"

"You'll know the ring when you see it," Luna assured her boyfriend of three months.

Shrugging at the news of his nuptials ahead of schedule, Neville looked at the four littlest people in the room. "What're their names?"

"The twins' twins' are Fuyu and Haruhi. Morgan's is Autumn. And Etienne's is Summer," Harry answered.

"Why name them after the seasons?" Hermione asked. And of course she knew some Japanese, probably taught herself so she could talk to Hisoka and Minori.

"Just felt like the right thing to do. Like naming Cory after a giant. Who knows what naming scheme we'll use for the next batch," Harry shrugged.

They spent the afternoon just staring at the Seasonal Sisters as Harry nicknamed them. That and playing with Cory and Indy. They went down for dinner, then returned to have an early night. Harry braced himself for some hardcore classwork tomorrow. Only a month until his N.E.W.T.s after all.