The Professors assigned so many essays, review packets, and other assignments in May that Harry felt like his brain was being run through a pasta machine. The only thing that got him through it was seeing his mates, babies, and Indy at the end of the day. That and a daily dose of Pepper-Up Potion. Plus since he wasn't pregnant anymore, he could drink caffeine again. Harry hadn't felt like he'd had enough sleep in weeks.

His mates all remembered their N.E.W.T.s or equivalent tests, so they had sympathy for their Submissive. The twins and Morgan worked long hours but still found time to help Harry with homework. Og and Etienne, with help from Dobby and Kreacher, handled Cory and the Seasonal Sisters. Cory on occasion demanded his "Ma,", so Harry would take a break to bond with his son. Then it was back to writing on parchment.

June came and with it N.E.W.T.s. Hermione looked strung out as a drug addict and Harry thought he saw clumps of her hair missing. Neville, rather than having a mental breakdown, seemed the very picture of British stoicism. Ginny and Luna were busy with their own Finals. Harry told himself that he could only do his best and the examiner would give him the grade he deserved.

Like O.W.L.s, N.E.W.T.s were spaced out over two weeks, split into a Theory Exam and a Practical Exam for most subjects. Harry heard Hagrid's test involved having to find a bowtruckle, a niffler, and a Demiguise under a time limit. Merlin knows what Trelawney and Firenze cooked up for the Divination students. Harry did his two exams a day, cramming for each the night before. After an eternity that only lasted 14 days, Harry finished his last N.E.W.T. He walked out of the Great Hall and felt like singing. So he did.

('Here Comes The Sun')

"I didn't know you were a Beatles fan," Hermione said, looking like a two-ton weight had fallen off her shoulders.

"It was the Dursley's one redeeming quality," Harry said. He pulled her into a hug. "It's done. Hogwarts is over for us. We're going to graduate and head out into the world."

"Seems like just yesterday you were saving me from the troll. Wow, we did some stupid stuff as kids."

Outside, someone set off one of Fred and George's fireworks packages. The Professors allowed it, acknowledging their students deserved to celebrate.

"So, what are your plans after graduation? I'm just going to be a stay-at-home mum," Harry asked at dinner.

"I'm going to apply for the Ministry. In the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Try and start to change some backwards laws regarding certain creatures. Like House-Elves or werewolves or Drackens!" Hermione said passionately.

Harry carefully did not blink. "Drackens you say?"

"They're this poor species of dragonoids who've been hunted to near-extinction for potions ingredients. And there's no evidence they're any less sapient than you or I! It's a disgrace," Hermione said.

"Well, good luck with that Hermione. How about you, Neville?"

"I'm getting my Herbology Mastery. I want to replace Professor Sprout," Neville revealed.

"Congrats, Nevillle, hope you get it," Harry grinned. "Professor Longbottom."

"If only," Neville chuckled.

"Ginny, any idea what Ron's doing?" Harry asked to be polite.

"Dad's hooking him up with a job in the Department of Magical Games and Sports, so he won't be too bored at work. Got to earn a living, with a baby and a wedding to pay for. Mum's not lending him a Knut, he has to pay his own way," Ginny told them.

"A year early to ask but what's your dream career, Ginny?"

"Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies," she answered immediately.

Harry had a thought. "Want my Firebolt? I can't fly, I'll be pregnant too often."

Ginny gaped. "Sure! That would be smashing!"

Harry and his mates returned to their rooms. "Cory and the quad are in the nursery?" he asked.

"Yes, why?" Og asked.

"Because I want you to shag me through the floor," he said huskily.

His mates couldn't get naked fast enough.

It was a quiet couple weeks as the lower years had their finals. Then Harry was at the Leaving Feast, watching Hufflepuff win the House Cup. He clapped politely, not really caring who got the most points, or more accurately lost the least. The next day, it was his last day waking up in Hogwarts. He was extra nostalgic as he wandered the halls for a final time. His mates let him have his moment.

An hour after breakfast, they were on the Hogwarts Express. They expanded their compartment so they all could fit. Indy was notably gravid, her due date in a few days. "Any of you want a puppy?" Harry asked his four friends.

"My dad's allergic, sorry," Hermione declined.

"Sure, I'll take one. Gran could use the company," Neville agreed.

"I prefer cats," Luna shrugged.

"I'll take two, one for Mum and one for me," Ginny grinned.

Draco of all people opened the door. "Hello. Ginny, can we talk?"

"Anything you have to say, you can say in front of my friends," she said stubbornly. The tension was palpable.

Draco grimaced but soldiered on. "I'm sorry I called your family paupers. It was rude and inexcusable. And I certainly didn't mean to imply that I'm ashamed to be with you. I… I love you. I want to introduce you to my mother as my girlfriend."

Ginny melted. "I love you too, you snooty prat. Fine, but I'm introducing you to my Dad. I'll protect you if he pulls his wand."

Draco rolled his eyes. "I could take on a Weasley."

"Sure you could." Ginny got up to kiss him. Draco kissed back hard then walked off without a word.

"It's like Romeo & Juliet," Hermione mused.

"Hopefully with a happier ending," Harry wished.

They pulled into King's Cross at noon. Rather than carry luggage, Harry had Kreacher pop their bags to 12 Grimmauld Place that morning. The Potters got off onto the platform and were greeted by a proud grandma. "Harry! Let me see them, I want to meet my granddaughters!"

"Molly, meet the Seasonal Sisters: Fuyu, Haruhi, Summer, and Autumn. Their blood fathers are holding them," Harry gestured after a short hug.

Molly cooed and kissed the brow of all four babies. And she didn't forget Cory in Og's arms. "You make gorgeous babies, Harry. You'll be fighting off their suitors with a stick."

"Yes, it's called my wand," Harry joked. "Ginny had some news for you and Arthur."

"Really?" Molly looked around and spotted her daughter hand-in-hand with Draco in front of Narcissa Malfoy. "Merlin's hat! Is that the Malfoy boy?"

"She says she loves him," Harry shrugged.

"Well… suppose I'll give him a chance. One chance," Molly muttered.

Hermione guffawed. "Just occurred to me. If they get married, Draco and Ron will be brothers-in-law!"

Harry chuckled then hugged his friend goodbye. "Don't be a stranger, Hermione."

"Same to you, Harry." Then Hermione left for her parents on the platform.

It was hard to tell who was more upset, Arthur or Ron, when Ginny introduced Malfoy to them. But Molly kept them straight and no blood was shed. Once the fun was over, Harry summoned Dobby to pop them to the ancestral Black home. They appeared in the front hallway.

"Be very quiet. There's a madwoman's portrait stuck on this floor. Wake her and she'll howl about blood purity," Harry whispered.

They walked gingerly past the curtained portrait of Walburga Black, Harry leading them down into the kitchen. Delicious smells wafted from the pots and pans Kreacher was juggling with hands and magic. "Lunch be in 10 minutes, Master Harry," Kreacher said brightly. He seemed pleased as punch to be back in the house he'd been born and served in most of his life.

"How much food did we have in the freezer and larder? I don't think there's been a resupply since the Order of the Phoenix moved out," Harry asked.

"We is running low, Master Harry. Kreacher was going to ask for gold to go shopping later," Kreacher admitted.

"Don't bother. It's been ages since I've been in a supermarket. I think I'll take Cory, give him a taste of Muggle London. Who wants to come with me?"

"I'll stand out like a sore thumb in a Muggle shop. I'll stay here," Og stated.

"I don't want our age difference to get us stared at," Etienne fretted.

"I want to explore the famous Black Family Library," Morgan said excitedly. He was semi-secretly as big a bookworm as Hermione.

The twins grinned. "That leaves us."

"Hisoka and Minori it is. Now, Dobby, I need a map of London," Harry called.

Without even being present, Dobby popped in a detailed map of the metropolitan London area. Harry examined it, finding 12 Grimmauld Place and then looking around for a grocery store. "There. 10 minute walk away. I'll get enough for 2-3 days, should be small enough the twins can carry all the bags."

Luckily, Harry and the twins were dressed in Muggle clothing so they didn't have to unpack their bags to change. They had Kreacher's delicious lunch and then Harry hiked Cory onto his hip, tiptoed with the twins past the portrait, and walked out onto the streets of London. Harry, who had a great head for spatial awareness, part of why he was such a great flyer, led his two Japanese mates to the local supermarket. Harry grabbed one of those metal carts and sat Cory down in the baby seat. "Time for an adventure, little man," Harry said before entering the store.

Harry stuck mostly to the outside edges of the store, getting fresh produce and meat from the butcher. Then it was going down the aisles for odd and ends: dog food for Indy, lube for their bedroom activities, and of course nappies and formula. Harry was debating whether they needed toilet paper when he heard a voice he'd hoped never to hear again say "Potter?"

Harry slowly turned. He blinked, but the image of Dudley pushing his own cart behind him didn't disappear. His mouth ran before his mind could process what was happening. "Hey, Big D. Didn't know you'd moved to London."

"It's closer to work. Plus I wanted to get out from Mum and Dad's house," Dudley shrugged.

"I can sympathize with that," Harry said lightly, still in shock that he was meeting his cousin like this.

Hisoka and Minori looked between Harry and Dudley. "Harry?" Hisoka asked gently.

"Do you want him gone?" Minori offered.

Harry considered it. "Let's give him a chance."

Dudley gulped. "These blokes are… like you?"

"Yes, but relax, they're much less tricky than the last pair of twins from my world you met," Harry assured Dudley.

"Choking on my own tongue was bloody scary, you know," Dudley said, though his voice lacked any heat.

"Sorry. They'd heard from me how you used to treat me and thought you deserved a little payback," Harry explained.

Dudley gulped. "Yeah, about that… there's something I wanted to say to you for a while now. Ever since I realized you saved my life from the Dement-whatsit."

"I'm listening," Harry prompted.

"I was a horrible cousin to you. Well, really a horrible human being. Part of it was just copying Mum and Dad but that's no excuse. For what it's worth, I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?"

Harry gaped. He picked an item from the shelf and dropped it.

"What was that for?" Dudley asked.

"Just checking that gravity was still on," Harry said dazedly. "You're saying sorry? You? The terror of Little Whinging?"

Dudley looked down. "I'm not proud of what kind of boy I was. But all I can do is try to make up for it as a man."

Harry thought about it, turning to Cory. "What do you say, Cory? Should we forgive Cousin Dudley?"

"Yeh," Cory replied, probably by coincidence but possibly as an answer.

"Well, out of the mouths of babes. Sure, Dudley, I forgive you. But my husbands might take a bit longer to convince."

Dudley looked relieved before tilting his head. "Husbands? You're queer? And more than one?"

"It's a long story. All you need to know is I have five husbands, including Hisoka and Minori here. We have five children," Harry explained.

Dudley gaped. "They let you adopt in your world?"

"No no. I got pregnant twice, first with Cory and then with the quadruplets. Men from my world can bear children, it's why gay couples are so accepted," Harry clarified.

"Wow. Magic, I guess," Dudley shrugged. "So, the lot of you live nearby?"

"I inherited 12 Grimmauld Place from my godfather when he died. We're staying there until we can find a house big enough to raise our family properly," Harry answered.

Dudley snorted. "No way. I'm renting a room at 9 Grimmauld Place!"

"What are the odds?" Harry marveled. He unconsciously shadowed Dudley as he moved through the aisles. "Where do you work?"

"Grunning's. Dad got me an in. It's a corporate hellhole but it's good pay and benefits so…" Dudley shrugged.

"One of my husbands did that, took a job he hated for the money. He quit and I've never seen him happier. What would you rather be doing?"

Dudley paused. "I'd want to get into professional boxing. I love it. But for every fighter with their name in lights, there's a dozen wannabes who couldn't make it. It's smarter to just stay at my job."

"Up to you, Big D," Harry shrugged.

"So five kids, you say? You must be drowning in dirty nappies."

"We have two magical butlers to help with the changes and other icky parts of parenting."

"Lucky."

"I know."

They talked until they got to checkout, Hisoka and Minori silent witnesses. Harry waved Dudley goodbye with the promise to not be a stranger. Then Harry paid for his cart with a Muggle credit card he'd ordered from Gringotts. Having his mates grab the bags while Harry carried Cory, they made their way back to 12 Grimmauld Place.

"That was surprisingly pleasant. Guess he really was just a good egg in bad circumstances," Harry mused.

"He was genuine with you, no lies," the twins admitted.

They got to their temporary home and made for the kitchen to unload their bags. Dobby appeared and promised to do it, leaving Harry and the twins to find their bedroom and unpack. They found Og and Etienne mid-fuck, which Harry quickly left the room for so Cory wouldn't see his daddies like that. 15 minutes later after waiting in the hall, Harry entered and laid Cory in the crib prepared in the corner before opening his trunk and unloading all the clothes.

"You'll never believe who we ran into at the supermarket," Harry commented as he unpacked.

"Who?" Etienne asked, still with just-fucked hair.

"My cousin Dudley. And he was surprisingly decent to talk to. He lives just 3 doors down too, maybe we should invite him to dinner sometime," Harry said casually.

Og narrowed his eyes. "This is the same cousin who invented Harry Hunting?"

"I swear, he's a changed man. Just ask the twins, they read his every thought," Harry defended.

The twins reluctantly nodded.

Harry, while he was thinking of the Dursleys, remembered Healer Young. "I should get back to seeing Healer Young. We were making good progress before Cory was born."

"We'll make the appointment tomorrow," Og promised.

"Now, I'll think I'll join Morgan in the Library. Mrs. Weasley didn't let us in it when we stayed here, she was worried about all the Dark and cursed books," Harry stated after packing away his last pair of socks. Then Harry paused. "Wait… where're the quadruplets?"

"Under Indy's and Kreacher's watch in the kitchen," Etienne explained.

Harry relaxed and went for the library. He found Morgan and took a browse of the shelves. He found a book on Parselmagic, spells said in Parseltongue, and took it to his own seat to read. Hours passed until Kreacher was summoning the two of them for dinner. Harry enjoyed a warm, happy meal with his family. That done, Harry sang to his babies for about an hour before it was their bedtime. All five of their babies in bed, he and his mates crammed into the master bedroom's bed and fell asleep.

The next couple days were spent adjusting to the house. The most exciting thing to happen was Indy giving birth. Harry and his mates were all set to help, but Indy managed just fine, birthing six pups with little trouble. Morgan did a scan and found it was 4 boys and 2 girls, perfectly healthy. They wouldn't pass them out until they were weaned. Then they were set to be split between Neville, Ginny, and members of Etienne's family who'd made inquiries.

Remus visited the first week of July, showing up unexpectedly on the doorstep. Harry embraced him like family. "Moony! About time you came here!"

"Well, I had to meet these kids of yours for myself. Where are they?"

"We've set up one of the bedrooms as a play room. Dobby looks after them full-time while Kreacher does all the chores."

Harry took Remus to the second floor and opened the door to a child's paradise. A mountain of toys, soft fluffy carpet, brightly colored walls. Corry was banging two toy horses together because he liked the noise, while the Seasonal Sisters slept in one crib with a mobile hung over them. Dobby stood watching all five from the corner.

"They're beautiful, Harry. The big one's named Cory, you said?"

"Cormoran, Cory's his nickname. And the girls are Fuyu, Haruhi, Summer, and Autumn, the Seasonal Sisters."

"Good names. Anyway, Harry, I actually need your advice on something."

"Ask me anything, Remus."

"Tonks is pregnant. She doesn't know but I can smell it."

"Congratulations. Are you wondering whether you have to marry her? Because that's really a separate issue."

"No, I got the ring. Just… when did you feel like a parent? Like you were ready for the responsibility?"

Harry thought about it. "I suppose it was the first time I felt Cory kick. That's when it hit me I was growing a little person I'd love and care for the rest of my life. But I'm a mother. Og said he wasn't a father until he held Cory in his arms."

Remus gulped. "Thanks for that, Harry. I needed to hear that."

"Cool. So, can you stay for lunch?"

Og and Etienne met Remus at lunch, and Harry could tell they were wary due to his 'furry little problem'. Harry figured they just needed time to get to know Remus the man, not the werewolf. Harry revealed that Morgan had told him that in America there was a monthly subscription service for Wolfsbane Potion. Remus was quite interested, though he was afraid he couldn't afford it. Harry insisted Remus not worry, he'd cover the cost. Remus almost cried.

The month leading up to Harry's birthday was mostly a blur to the young Dracken. Sunday dinners where he invited Dudley, Remus and Tonks, Hermione, and the Weasleys became a tradition. Ysabeau and Philippe popped in when they were free to meet Summer and their other granddaughters. Julia and Donald at least wrote to Morgan asking about each child, not just Autumn. The third Saturday of the month was Fleur and Bill's wedding, so Harry got gussied up in his new dress robes and witnessed a traditional wizarding wedding. Not too different from a Muggle wedding, actually. And Cory surprised them all by getting on his feet and walking to Indy while his incredulous parents watched. Harry cuddled and kissed his son for his accomplishment, walking before his first birthday.

Harry's 18th was almost a copy of his 17th. Breakfast in bed, scavenger hunt, lunch of his favorite foods. They were invited to dinner at the Burrow. Harry's mates each grabbed a baby while Harry clutched a host gift of elf-made wine, oak-matured mead, and Ogden's Firewhisky. They Flooed, and Harry managed not to stumble out the grate. Ron of all people greeted them. "Hey, Potters. I'll take those, Harry." Harry handed the bottles over, reflecting that impending fatherhood had given Ron the kick in the ass he'd desperately needed.

Ginny was glowing when Harry saw her. He guessed it had something to do with the giant rock on her ring finger. "Draco proposed, I see. Is it a wandpoint wedding?" Harry asked after hugging his son's godmother.

"Some of us actually use birth control, you know. He just got down on one knee and said I was the most beautiful, funny, amazing witch on Earth. How could I say no to that?"

"How's your dad handling it?"

"He got drunk the night he saw the ring. Otherwise, he's been supportive. But let's turn the focus on the birthday boy! Any… cravings lately?"

"Nope. And ancients willing, not for a while. I want the quad to be at least 1 before I make them big sisters."

"But it's not really up to you, is it. There's no, like, potion you can take?"

"No one's invented it, but theoretically it's possible. An anti-heat potion. I'm going to write that one down."

Winky popped in, looking worlds better than the alcoholic wretch she'd been just a year prior. "Mistress Molly asks that you join her outside."

Harry stepped outside to the back garden. Lavender, looking almost ready to pop, was talking to Molly while the Weasley men (minus Charlie for obvious reasons) stood chatting over butterbeer. Molly cut off her conversation with the mother of her first blood grandchild to greet the Potters. "Here's the birthday boy! Did you get my gift?"

"And nearly spontaneously combusted. How can you even touch '101 Sexy Spells for the Bedroom'?" Harry asked with a flaming blush.

"There's a reason Arthur gave me seven children, Harry," Molly winked saucily. "Anyway, dinner's in 20 minutes. There's a playpen set up for Cory and the girls over there. Drop them off, grab a butterbeer, mingle."

Harry's husbands unloaded their precious cargo in the playpen. Cory immediately grabbed some blocks to knock together, he really liked making noise, they had a little musician on their hands. Then the six men of the Potter family grabbed a cold one from the ice chest and chatted with the Weasleys and their significant others. Bill had Fleur, Percy had Penelope Clearwater, the twins seemed to be sharing Angelina Johnson, and Ron had Lavender. Harry asked Arthur "How's it feel with all your kids paired off?"

"It makes me happy… and a little sad. They're all grown up now,' the Weasley patriarch responded.

"You'll always be their Dad though. So, I was wondering if I could get a clock like yours. Where'd you get it?"

"Gift from my grandfather, who was a Charms Master. It's one-of-a-kind,, not sure it can be copied."

"Well there goes my way of spying on my husbands when they're out of the house."

"Dinner's on!" Molly called, Winky magicking the plates on the table.

The food was delicious, and the cake at the end not totally unexpected. Harry quietly wished that no child of his suffer from health complications before blowing out the candles. They lingered over cake, drinking the Potters' gifts as the evening went on. Harry tried Firewhisky and found it too strong for him. He'd stick to butterbeer and elf-made wine, when he wasn't pregnant that is.

Grabbing the exhausted kids, Harry and his family made their goodbyes and threw Floo powder on the fire before vanishing back to London.

A week later, Harry hosted their own shindig for Cory's 1st birthday. Everyone Harry loved, crammed into one room. There were a million presents, of course. After the birthday boy ate his birthday cupcake, Harry helped Cory unwrap his haul. Clothes, toys, baby-safe candy. Fred and George got him a talking mirror "so he can have his own twin!" Hermione got a baby toothbrush and floss, making Harry chuckle. Remus dug out a wolf teddy that Harry had supposedly played with as a baby. Even Dudley got a gift of a Mickey Mouse plush. Music wafted from the Wizarding Wireless that had been a birthday gift to Harry. It was a fun time, and Cory had a blast at all the attention.

When everyone left, Harry closed the door behind the last and returned to the kitchen. "Ancients help us," He moaned as he took a seat, his mates sat around the table too.

"What's wrong?" Hisoka and Minori asked.

"I started craving meat today."

Og nodded, unfazed. "So you go on heat September 23rd. If it's a fertile heat, that means late April."

"Og, it's Harry. Of course it'll be a fertile heat," Morgan pointed out.

"Are you okay with this, dearest?" Etienne checked.

"I have to be, no choice otherwise. But at this rate Cory will be the oldest of 20 before he's 5. And we'll have 50 children before I turn 50," Harry moaned.

"Then we'll have 50 children. The older ones will be able to help out with the babies," Og reassured.

"I'm going to the House-Elf Office tomorrow. We don't just need mates for Dobby and Kreacher, we need the extra help."

And so he did. With Etienne as his guard, Harry went to Diagon Alley and the House-Elf Office. He walked in the lobby, went up to the receptionist, and said no-nonsense "I need two adult females. Money is no object."

The woman rose a brow. "A lot of people say that until they hear the price. You know how much just one female will cost?" She told him.

"Did I flinch?" Harry asked, not interested in wasting time.

She grinned. "No you didn't. Why don't you take a browse of our catalog?" She handed him a surprisingly thin booklet.

Harry flipped through the pages, reading the profiles for the different House-Elves, trying to ignore how this felt like a slave market. He settled on a mother-daughter pair. "I'll take Maple and Holly."

"Excellent choice. How will you be paying for your purchase?"

Harry laid his Gringotts key on the desk. With it, the business could directly charge his account.

"Be right back," the woman said, taking the key and going through a door in the back. She returned 10 minutes later leading two female elves. "We thank you for your patronage," she said, handing back his key.

Harry snapped, drawing Maple and Holly's attention. "I'm Harry Potter. You serve the Potter Family now. Understood?"

"Yes, Master Harry," they curtseyed. Harry felt the ownership bonds form at the act of submission.

"Follow me," he said, leading them outside. Harry, Etienne, and the House-Elves made for the Apparition point. "Do either of you want pay or days off? I offered them to my Head Elf," Harry asked.

"A House-Elf does not need paying or rest," Maple insisted.

Holly looked interested. "How much money? How much time off?"

"A Galleon a week, and you pick a day of the week. You get that day off every other week."

"I'd like Saturday, Master Harry."

"No problem."

Etienne grabbed Harry, who really would get his Apparition License one day, and spun them to 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry led his two newest elves to the kitchen where Kreacher was washing the dishes. "Dobby, leave the kids for a minute," Harry called.

Dobby popped in. "Yes, Master Harry?"

"Dobby, Kreacher, these are Maple and Holly. They're part of the family now, treat them well." Harry wasn't bold enough to just order them to mate. He'd let Kreacher and Dobby woo them themselves. But he could assign joint tasks so they could bond. "Dobby, show Holly the kids. Kreacher, show Maple how you like to keep the house clean."

"Yes, Master Harry," said four squeaky voices. Dobby popped off with Holly while Kreacher waved Maple over to the sink.

Harry took Etienne and went looking for Og. They found him in the Library, doing his homework. "Five minute snuggle break?" Harry offered.

Og set the parchment aside and took Harry in his arms. "I'm finally getting to new material, stuff I didn't self-study. It's a pain but I love it."

"And to think, in a couple years you'll be a Master," Etienne encouraged.

"That's the idea," Og grinned.

"Maybe I'll get a Defense Mastery one of these days. I wanted to be an Auror before I became a Dracken. I still don't know how that happened."

"One of your father's ancestors must have had Dracken blood. It can go dormant for 4 or 5 generations before coming back out," Og explained.

"Ah. Well, snuggle over. Go back to work," Harry ordered imperiously.

Og chuckled, kissed Harry goodbye, and went back to his essay.

"So, I have Healer Young this afternoon, right?" Harry asked Etienne.

"Yes, mon amour," Etienne answered.

"Let's burn off a couple hours until lunch," Harry suggested. "That book Molly got me is a great read."

No red-blooded Dominant would turn down daytime sex. Etienne whisked them to the bedroom.

After lunch and a little playtime with Indy (who was a bit depressed with her pups gone), Harry found himself crying in Young's office. "Why? What did I ever do to them? They treated me like vermin!"

"You were magic. Magic terrified them. They acted out of fear and loathing, maybe even jealousy," Young said in his hypnotic voice.

"I'll NEVER punish my babies the way they punished me. No withheld meals, no child labor, no isolation," Harry spat.

"And that's what a good parent would do. Now, I'd like to get back to this new relationship you have with your cousin."

As always, Harry left Young feeling emotionally exhausted but lighter.

August passed, Harry eating as his Dracken demanded. Weekends were either spent with friends and family or out exploring London. Harry got to introduce his all-magic family to Muggle cinema. They had a blast watching movies at the local theater. September 1st came and went, Harry feeling odd not being on the Hogwarts Express. He remembered to write to Ginny and Luna. Before he knew it, it was the night before his heat. The House-Elves bundled up Cory, the quad, and Indy before popping to the LaFortier chateau. Ysabeau and Philippe had asked to babysit.

Harry yawned. "I'm just going to grab a nap before it hits. Amuse yourselves until my pheromones start." With that, Harry grabbed a few hours of sleep. Until he woke up feeling like he was on fire and his mates all over him. Day bled into night as they rutted like animals for 10 days.

Harry woke in a familiar position of aching pain and rubbed-raw membranes. To be expected, after an orgy that lasted over a week. He was not surprised to sense he was pregnant, his fertility all but a running joke at this point. "Help. My bladder is about to burst," he called hoarsely.

"Og lifted him easily as he would Cory and took Harry to the toilet in their ensuite bathroom.

"Please tell me it's only twins," Harry asked Morgan beseechingly.

The Healer shrugged helplessly. "Quints. Sorry, honey."

"10 kids under 2. That must be a record," Etienne mused.

"We can handle it," the twins asserted.

Harry finished pissing and let Og carry him into the enlarged bath. "We need to invest in prams and baby carriers or something. We can't physically carry 10 babies."

"Cory will be walking steadily by then," Og reminded.

"Okay, 9 kids. The point still stands."

"We'll find a way to transport them all," Etienne reassured his Submissive.

"How can we possibly give them all individual attention growing up? The kids will have a grudge match over who gets to sit on Mummy's lap," Harry fretted.

"We'll make the time for each of them. Relax," the twins soothed.

"Right. Anyway, it's the 3rd, right? October is here?" Harry checked.

"Yep, according to the calendar," Morgan agreed.

"Merlin, I hope the Halloween curse is mild this year. Cory catching a cold or I trip a fall down a couple steps on the stairs. Not a car crashing into the front door or something," Harry wished.

His Dominants were quiet. They'd accepted that, in Harry's case, Halloween really was jinxed.

Harry leaned back into Og and sighed. "No more talking. Just a nice, relaxing bath and a few hours of quiet before our little bundles of noise and life come back to us."

The Potters enjoyed the bath for about a half-hour before getting ready for the day. At 7:00, which was 8:00 in France, Harry cracked and summoned the House-Elves. They brought back the five babies and Indy, all looking like they enjoyed their vacation with the LaFortiers. Harry kissed and cuddled each of them before eating his food. Then he kissed his three working mates off to work and settled in for another day as a full-time parent.