Harry reminded Og the weekend after his heat that he still hadn't seen his grandfather's farm. Og shrugged and said "No time like the present." Og put down his homework, grabbed Harry, and Apparated.
Harry blinked and looked at his new surroundings. They were in a field of heather, with a dirt road leading off into the distance. In front of Harry was a massive three-story barn house that was comparable to the LaFortier Chichester estate in scale. An actual barn and silo was visible behind the house, and what Harry assumed was a stable building. The house was painted a light blue, but the paint was faded and there were signs of water damage from years of rain.
Harry loved it.
"We have to live here. It's got everything we need," Harry gushed.
"You haven't even seen the inside yet," Og chuckled.
"Don't care. This place has 'Potter Farm' written all over it! What's its old name?"
"Nimrod's Nook, after my grandfather," Og answered.
"We need a nice name like that. How about 'the Kiln'? You know, since we're all Potters. Potters, pottery, kiln. I'm rambling aren't I?" Harry said rapid-fire.
"Just a tad," Og admitted.
"Right, now to fix this place up and make it habitable again. Maple, Holly!"
Their female House-Elves popped before them. "Yes, Master Harry?"
"New assignment. Dobby and Kreacher will manage things at 12 Grimmauld Place. You two are to get this house and all the out buildings repaired and spotless as soon as possible. Are you up to the task?"
"Yes, Master Harry!" they said excitedly, picking up on Harry's own jubilance. Maple and Holly popped away, presumably into the house to inspect the job before they started.
Og Apparated Harry back to 12 Grimmauld Place. "I didn't realize you didn't like living here so much," Og told his husband.
"It's a lot better now that we've made all these positive memories here, but I still can't help but think of Sirius and how miserable he was trapped here. We need a new place to make a fresh start, no ghosts figurative or literal to deal with," Harry asserted.
At lunch, Harry made the announcement that they'd be moving to the Kiln as soon as it was ready. The other Dominants agreed easily enough; life in a townhouse was fine and all but they were Drackens. They were made for wide open spaces. Harry spent the rest of the day playing with his babies in the playroom, the Seasonal Sisters able to sit up at 5 months while Cory had discovered a toy xylophone and was having a blast making his own music.
Time flies when you're having fun, and Harry had a blast every day he spent with his mates, children, and dog. October flew by until it was Halloween and Dudley had invited the Potters to a party his host family was throwing. Harry kept an eye out for all the standard superstitions regarding bad luck, but the whole day passed simply enough until 6:00 when the party at 9 Grimmauld Place was due to start. Leaving the kids under Indy's and the House-Elves' eye, Harry and his husbands walked three doors down. All they'd done for costumes was put on standard wizarding robes, with handy pockets for their wands. Harry knocked on the door and told the woman dressed like Frankenstein's Bride "Dudley invited us."
"Oh, you must be that cousin he mentioned. The one with the male harem," she said, like she found them a scandalous piece of gossip she'd happily spread.
"That's the one," Harry confirmed.
"Come in, come in! It's a tad early but the party's already started," she waved them in.
It was a similar layout as 12 Grimmauld Place, the party taking place in the kitchen. Harry honed in on his cousin, dressed in boxing shorts and wearing boxing gloves. "Hey, Big D," Harry greeted.
"Hey, Harry." Dudley greeted. "Can you help me? I don't think I thought this costume through. I can't pick up any of the food!"
Harry chuckled and grabbed a meat-cheese-cracker thing from a platter and pushed it into his cousin's mouth. "Careful. You wouldn't want to gain back all that weight and look like a beached whale again, would you?"
"Mum stuffed me as much as she starved you. I didn't really have a choice," Dudley protested.
Harry's husbands kept close by but gave Harry the privacy to bond with his cousin. Harry and Dudley sampled all the food, and more importantly the candy. Harry honestly couldn't remember the last time he had a piece of Muggle candy. An hour into the party, Dudley saw something behind Harry and paled. "Oh, bollocks. Harry, mate, I swear I didn't invite them."
Knowing exactly who he'd see, Harry turned around.
Vernon resembled a walrus with high blood pressure as much as ever, just as Petunia resembled an eavesdropping giraffe. They were dressed as a couple from the '50s. And their eyes had honed in on their son and more importantly their nephew next to him.
Harry's hand unconsciously went to his wand.
"Potter! What are you doing here?" Vernon demanded as he muscled through the partygoers in his way. Petunia followed in his wake, her beady eyes narrowed at her sister's son.
"I was enjoying the party," Harry said flatly. He and Healer Young had worked through most of the fear Harry had built up in his head around them. As Young reminded Harry, they were only Muggles while Harry was a full-grown wizard."
"What normal person would invite you?" Petunia demanded.
"I did," Dudley stated firmly, setting his shoulders.
Vernon and Petunia stared at their son. "Diddykins? Why would you invite this freak?" Petunia asked her son.
"I'm not a helpless student anymore, Aunt Petunia. I can change you into a bug and squish you if I felt like it," Harry said, drawing his wand.
Petunia gulped. Vernon went purple. "How dare you threaten my wife, Potter?"
"I could make you a bug too, Uncle Vernon. I think I'll make you both cockroaches. It would only be what you deserve," Harry said in a quiet, calm voice.
Vernon's complexion went from the red to the white.
Dudley sighed. "Harry, leave them alone. You're better than that."
"Whatever you say, Big D," Harry said, pocketing his wand again. "I think I'll join my five husbands now." With that, Harry retreated to the safe embrace of his Dominants.
"Harry, are you alright?" Etienne asked worriedly.
"The only thing that could ruin my night worse than this is if our house catches on fire," Harry grit out.
"Want to leave?" the twins asked, their eyes on the Dursleys as Dudley seemed to have an argument with his parents.
"No, that means they win. Just keep me far away from them," Harry instructed.
The rest of the party carried a tense air for the Potters. Petunia and Vernon seemed to be copying their policy of avoidance, making sure they were always on the opposite side of the room from Harry or his mates. Dudley joined Harry and apologized profusely for his parents' presence. Harry assured him it wasn't his fault. This was just his luck on Halloween.
They left as soon as it was polite, walking back to 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry immediately summoned Dobby to take him to his babies. Harry didn't truly relax until he'd kissed and cuddled all five of his kids, seeing them carefree and innocent. In bed that night, Harry was in a reflective mood. "Cory's almost exactly how old I was when I lost my parents," he said simply.
"But he's not going to lose any of us," Og reassured him.
"You don't know that. A poacher could ambush us tomorrow," Harry countered.
"And we'll fight back. Like you said, Potters just don't quit," Morgan piped in.
Harry blew out a breath. "As weird as this sounds, I needed to see them again. I had to see them for the small, miserable people they are. Last time I saw them, they had all the power. Tonight, I did. I needed that." Harry yawned. "Let's just file this under 'Halloween jinx' and move on. Goodnight, lovers."
"Goodnight," the five of them wished back.
November and December were pleasant if indistinct memories to the Potters. They had a routine and they stuck to it. Cory and the Seasonal Sisters developed every day, Harry or Dobby there to capture the exact moment with Morgan's magical camera. All four of the girls' first words were "Ma,"which got Morgan a few more Galleons from Etienne. Indy got very tired of short walks around the neighborhood, missing the chance to just let loose and run.
They got a surprise a week before Christmas. Hisoka and Minori announced that their mother and father had sent a Portkey in the mail, inviting them to spend Christmas in Osaka. Harry was excited at the opportunity. "An international Christmas, like last year in France. Plus I want to meet the kids' Japanese grandparents. All we've got so far is what tidbits the twins have given us."
"This won't be like the chateau," Hisoka warned.
"The family house can just barely fit all of us," Minori explained.
"Whatever. I'm with Harry, I want to see this side of the family tree. Plus I've always wanted to see Magical Japan," Morgan voted in the positive.
Etienne shrugged. "It'll be more exciting than a simple Christmas at home, at least."
Og nodded. "Very well. The Potters are going to Osaka!"
They handled the days leading up to the Portkey's activation as they usually did, and then they were packed in the late evening, waiting to arrive in Japan in the morning. With a grip on Indy, Harry touched the Portkey. The activation time came and then there was an extra-long swirl of magic before they landed on solid ground once more.
Harry looked around and found they were in what was obviously the Japanese magical shopping district. He was reminded strongly of Diagon Alley, just everything looked like it still belonged in the Edo period. Some of the shoppers stopped and stared at the white people in their midst.
"We Apparate from here," the twins explained, getting a firm grip on them all. Then they went through a small wormhole. They appeared in the area just behind the front door of a traditional Japanese house.
"Tadaima!" the twins chorused. "Take off your shoes, big deal in Japan," they whispered to their mates.
"Okaerinasai!" said a man dressed and made-up like a woman who came to greet them.
"Tou-san," the twins bowed in unison before accepting individual hugs from the transgender woman.
"Hisoka! Minori!" shouted a woman dressed like a man, coming to repeat the other person's hugging routine.
"Kaa-san," the twins greeted.
Harry's Japanese wasn't the best, but he knew the words for 'dad' and 'mom'. "Hisoka, Minori? Something you forgot to tell us?"
The twins scratched the backs of their heads. "Tou-san is okama. Kaa-san is onabe. Both work in transvestite bars," they admitted.
"Boys, you did not warn them? Shame on you!" their father said in a high-pitched voice. "Hello, I am Hakucho, the twins' father who is also their mother. It is an honor to meet you!" He/She bowed.
"And I am Haruta, their mother who is also their father. Welcome to our home!" their mother bowed in turn.
Harry and his mates belatedly bowed, even Indy lowering her head. "Thank you for having us. I'm Harry Potter, their Submissive. These are Etienne, Og, and Morgan, my other Dominants," Harry said, unsure how to react. He supposed the safe bet was to just treat them like the costumes were real.
"Yes, yes, Hisoka and Minori speak quite highly of you in their letters. To be expected of the men they love and who love them. Ah, love!" Hakucho said, leaning back and laying the back of his hand on his forehead.
"And these are our grandchildren, yes?" Haruta asked, leaning in to look at the babies they all were carrying.
Harry gestured. "Fuyu and Haruhi are fathered by the twins. Summer, Autumn, and Cory are from the others."
"Pah! What is blood? What matters are bonds of love! Ah, love!" Hakucho swooned. Apparently he was quite the romantic.
"I will show you to your room while Hakucho takes care of the children and inu," Haruta stated, before turning and leading them further into the house. The Potters followed her/him to a living room with a staircase placed in the corner. Hakucho took each baby and arrayed them on the carpet in a semi-circle while Haruta coughed and walked up the stairs. Harry and his husbands, their luggage shrunk in their pockets, went up to a room smaller than the one they had at 12 Grimmauld Place, but then they'd known what they were signing up for.
"Make yourselves at home," Haruta said before closing the door behind them.
"Hisoka, Minori, I'm surprised at you! Why didn't you tell us your parents were trans?" Etienne said like he'd been dying to ask since they'd arrived.
"Not embarrassed, per se. Just wasn't sure how you'd react," they shrugged helplessly.
"Never would have expected you to be raised by two red light district workers," Og mused.
"Which pronouns am I supposed to use?" Harry asked, at a loss.
"Just use their names," Hisoka told him.
"They don't care either way," Minori shrugged.
Morgan looked around the twins' childhood room. "You two shared all this? You didn't get individual rooms?"
"When Tou-san and Kaa-san tried to separate us, we threw tantrums. They eventually just gave up," the Legilimens duo explained.
Harry opened his trunk and began to unpack. "Well, let's get packed away. I want to get to know my parents-in-law. Oh, are your parents okay with House-Elves?"
"They've never even seen one. Maybe warn them first," the twins recommended.
Harry finished packing and then retraced his steps. He found Cory, the Seasonal Sisters, and Indy all paying rapt attention as Hakucho put on a one-man play. Haruta was fiddling about in the kitchen. Harry went to the twins' biological mother and said "Excuse me, Haruta-san? Would it be okay if I invited my House-Elves to take care of us for the length of our stay?"
"Call me Kaa-san or 'Mom', Harry-kun. And certainly, certainly. I've never seen a House-Elf before!" Apparently both Hakucho and Haruta were the exuberant type.
Harry called "Dobby, Kreacher!"
"Yes, Master Harry?" they asked as they popped in.
"We're going to be spending winter in the Shiraishin house. There's no other elves, so act like you're back at 12 Grimmauld Place. Don't break anything," Harry instructed.
"Yes, Master Harry!" Dobby walked over to take position where he could watch the babies. Kreacher rubbed his hands and began to check the drawers in the kitchen while Haruta watched with interest.
"So where's the Dracken blood come from in this family?" Harry asked his mother-in-law.
"Both Hakucho and myself are descended from Drackens. He from his grandmother, me from my great-grandfather. The creature blood came out in the twins," Haruta answered. "Now, special mother-son bonding time! We go shopping, yes?"
Harry guessed this was a common way for mothers to bond with in-laws, since Ysabeau had insisted on a shopping trip last year. "Okay. Just let me tell my husbands and we can go."
Harry told his mates, the twins looked oddly nervous, and then Harry was Side-Along Apparated by Haruta to the same street the Portkey had taken them.
"You are already with child again, yes?" Haruta asked as she led him into a clothing shop.
"Quintuplets, due in April," Harry answered, admiring the difference between British and Japanese wizarding fashion.
"Quintuplets? I do not know this word," Haruta admitted.
"5 babies at once," Harry clarified.
"Sugoi! You are surely blessed by Inari!" Haruta gaped.
Harry vaguely recalled that Inari was the Shinto goddess of fertility. "Oh, she's showering me with blessings," Harry chuckled. "It's almost enough to make me swear off sex."
"No, never that! Better 100 babies than a cold marriage bed," Haruta said emphatically.
"If you don't mind my asking, do you and Hakucho… what I mean is… physically speaking…"
Harry tried and failed to ask.
"Neither of us have changed our boy and girl parts. To be transgender in Japan is to embrace living in both countries, 'Male' and 'Female'. I am a man inside, but I still gave birth to my twins and was proud to do it. I am a man with a vagina, just as Hakucho is a woman with a penis. And we love each other as any man and woman loves each other," Haruta told him, sounding like she gave this explanation a lot to people.
"I see," Harry said, rubbing his large bump at almost 3 months pregnant with his quint.
They rang up their purchases at the register and went next to an apothecary. "There is a Shiraishin secret recipe, a wonderful health elixir for pregnant people. Your babies will be born glowing!" Haruta raved as she got potions ingredients.
"I'll give it a try," Harry shrugged, figuring if it was passed down that it worked at least a little.
Then, recognizing Harry had been staring at it when they were on the street, Haruta took him into the local candy shop. Harry had fun sampling and examining the foreign candy and their magical effects. The owner saw he was pregnant and showed him a section specifically for those under age 3. Harry bought enough to send his babies into insulin shock, but it was the holidays, even little ones should be able to indulge.
Harry and Haruta went to a toy shop next and Harry got extra presents for his babies because he couldn't resist. He particularly liked a white snake plush that actually hissed in recognizable Parseltongue.
Harry and Haruta Apparated back to Osaka, laughing at a joke Haruta had told just before they teleported. Harry remembered to take his shoes off in the front hallway and then went deeper into the house. Hakucho was still putting on a performance for the babies, and Harry's husbands seemed sucked into the act as well. Harry took the stairs to their room and packed away all his purchases. Then Harry came down and joined the audience.
Kreacher called "Dinner be ready!", and Harry got to see what a British-trained cook made of Asian ingredients. They'd had Japanese take-away once in London and the twins insisted it was poor quality compared to genuine Japanese cooking. Maybe Harry could buy Kreacher a couple cookbooks. Hakucho and Haruta found it funny eating the hybrid dishes and how Harry and his mates struggled with chopsticks with the obvious exceptions of the twins.
Harry realized something was missing. "Where's your Christmas tree?"
The twins answered for their parents. "We always buy it and decorate it on Christmas Eve."
"Gotcha," Harry nodded.
"So, all four of you went to Mahoutokoro, right?" Morgan asked the Shiraishins.
"Yes. Lovely school. Many happy couples met in her walls. Ah, love," Hakucho sighed. 'Ah, love' was apparently his catchphrase.
"It's very competitive, one must qualify each year to come back in the fall," Haruta elaborated. "Why we have the smallest student body of all 11 schools."
"Did you two meet there?" Etienne asked.
Hakucho and Haruta burst into laughter while the twins started to blush. "We met on the street, actually. We were not in character. We dated for 6 months before we 'came out' to each other," Haruta stated.
"I thought she was a, what do you call them, Muggle! I had to lie so much to pretend I had no magic!" Hakucho guffawed at his own expense.
It was a nice dinner, and Harry and his mates stayed up late talking with the Shiraishins. They were both certainly characters. The twins slowly relaxed and just enjoyed having both their old and new families mingling. Dobby took care of Indy and the babies, popping in their crib and bassinets from home and setting them up in the living room. Harry belatedly realized Dobby's magic reached halfway around the world. If only House-Elves were allowed wands, imagine what they could do.
It was a pleasant couple days before Christmas. Harry tried the Shiraishin prenatal concoction and swore the babies felt more active and full of energy afterwards. They took a tour of Muggle Osaka, drawing lots of attention due to their skin color, and played tourist at a couple Magical Japan sites. They indeed got a Christmas tree on Christmas Eve and decorated it with heirloom ornaments passed down for decades from Hakucho's side of the family. Harry woke up Christmas morning with all five of his mates somehow reaching out to cup his bump. He slid down and out from the bed and got to his feet. He went downstairs and admired the tree and the few dozen presents tucked around it.
A couple hours later, after breakfast, they gathered as a family to unwrap their gifts. Harry hoped his gift of a dress to Hakucho wasn't presumptuous, but the man fawned over it. The babies made out like bandits. Harry joked that they'd need two trips to take everything back to London with them. But that's what Extension and Shrinking spells were for.
The time after Christmas seemed to pass faster. Harry blinked and they were preparing to Apparate to the shopping district to then activate their return Portkey. Harry got a hug from Hakucho and Haruta, the latter of whom whispered "You are the best thing to ever happen to my boys." Harry was almost tearing when they returned to 12 Grimmauld Place.
Just as they were about to go unpack, Maple and Holly popped in. "The Kiln be ready," Maple reported.
Harry blinked. "Well, okay. Good thing we're already packed. Everyone, we're moving! We can come back for anything, don't worry."
Og chuckled and wrapped them all in his arms. "Hold on." Then he Apparated.
They arrived at the Kiln, appearing near the front door. They were surrounded by snow but the house looked good as new. The Potters quickly entered their new home. Og gave a quick tour of the first floor, which had the basic living room, dining room, kitchen, and office. They went to the second floor and found the second-largest bedroom had been converted by the elves into a nursery for Cory and the Seasonal Sisters. They put down the kids, Dobby popping in uncalled to be babysitter. Harry followed Og to the master bedroom and unpacked. The bed was as big as the one they had at Hogwarts, to be expected given it was sized for Og's half-giant grandpa.
"So? What's everyone think?" Harry prompted.
"Nice house," the twins shrugged.
"I know Indy will be happy. All those wide open fields to run in," Etienne declared.
"We've got to get the Floo connected to the network. And what are we going to do with the barn or stables?" Morgan asked.
"My gut says we convert the stables into a home for the House-Elves. The barn can be turned into a jungle gym and play area for the kids," Harry answered.
"Excellent idea," Og agreed. "I'll change the address for my Mastery homework again."
"Great. Now, I have severe jet lag. Anyone feel like a nap?"
"Sure," the twins agreed.
"I want to play with the kids," Etienne begged off.
"And I think Indy deserves to do some exploring," Morgan said, rubbing her head.
"I'll catch some zzz's," Og shrugged.
Harry passed out in the bed, waking at lunch at Kreacher's gentle summons. They had a delicious meal, but then what other kind was cooked by House-Elves? Harry explored the second and third floors to find they were all bedrooms, but for a small library on the second floor. Nimrod seemed to have collected books on creatures, understandable given his own creature inheritance. Harry could imagine curling up in a chair after dinner with a cup of tea. Harry also went outside and checked the stables and found that Maple and Holly had already started converting the horse stalls into rooms for elves. The barn was big, two stories, and full of possibilities to Harry's mind. Then Harry felt like a trip to Diagon Alley for some housewarming gifts to himself. Og agreed to take him.
While he was browsing, he bumped into a rather tall woman. "Excuse me," Harry apologized only to freeze. The woman was so obviously Og's mother it wasn't even funny. She looked down at Harry and her eyes flashed with recognition.
"Well, well, if it isn't my son-in-law."
"Og!" Harry called.
His Dominant was there in an instant.. He greeted his mother coldly. "Deborah, long time no see."
"You can still call me Mum, Ogden," the quarter-giant woman told him.
"Most mums don't give a 24-hour time limit to their child to move out on their 17th birthday."
"All birds have to fly the nest eventually. I just gave you a shove," she defended herself.
"Whatever you say. Is Angus here?"
"Your father's at home, I'm just running errands. By the way, do I have your mail address right? My letters keep getting sent back unopened."
"I sent them back. And we recently moved," Og said flatly.
"And you won't tell me where you're living, is that it? Ogden, stop being childish."
"Childish would be crying and begging you why you stopped loving me and abandoned me. I'm just keeping a toxic woman at a distance."
"Quit whining," she ordered. "I want to see my grandson."
Og took a photo he kept out of his wallet. "There. You saw him."
Deborah frowned, but there was a trace of regret. "You're never going to forgive me, are you?"
"Show me you're serious and I'll give you one chance. Otherwise, you are dead to me," Og's face could have been carved from stone.
Deborah sighed and walked away.
"That was intense," Harry commented outside the store.
"I warned you what my parents were like. I don't want her touching the kids with a 39-and-a-half foot pole."
"Is your dad even worse than her?"
"Put it this way: she's the nice one."
A man with a camera ambushed them. "Mr. Potter! Can you confirm the rumours that you're pregnant yet again?"
"No comment," Harry stonewalled.
"How about the allegations you have creature blood and that explains your polyamory?"
"No comment."
Og Apparated them away before the reported asked a third question.
"I hate the press, Luna notwithstanding," Harry sighed as he set his bags down.
"Next time, vanish the camera," Og suggested.
"Not worth the civil suit," Harry waved off. He grabbed a sign he'd seen and simply had to have. He hung it from the front door: 'Trespassers will be killed and eaten.' Then it was sorting the bottles of alcohol he'd gotten into the liquor cabinet, which had some bottles from Ogden's grandpa's time collecting dust. After that, Harry hung a flowerpot's worth of Floo powder by the fireplace. Then he dragged Og to the bedroom for comfort sex.
They all reconvened at dinner, the House-Elves feeding the weaned Cory and weaning quad. Then they just talked for the evening before going to be in their new house.
Life at the Kiln quickly became second nature. They connected the Floo and continued the tradition of Sunday dinners, Dudley sadly no longer able to attend. Harry promised himself to not forget his cousin who was actually a decent bloke. Valentine's Day, which was also their wedding anniversary, was as over-the-top as Harry expected. Etienne got them reservations at the best magical restaurant in Paris. Harry drank water and avoided dishes cooked in wine. Otherwise, it was a lovely evening. The twins had their birthday in March, a modest affair with just them. Before Harry knew it, he was naked in Dracken form on the bed, waiting for his quints to be born.
Hermiione, through sheer luck, Flood in and made it to the master bedroom before being stopped. "Hey there, harry. I got promoted - oh, Merlin's arse!" the Muggleborn shrieked when she saw Harry as a Dracken.
"Hey, Hermione. This is one of those awkward moments, isn't it?" Harry asked.
"You're a Dracken?! Actually, that makes a lot of sense. Your disease, the polyamory, the rampant fertility. Why didn't you tell me?"
"It's not that I don't trust you. Just that the fewer people who know, the fewer who can blab," Harry explained.
"I see. Well, I suppose I can forgive your caution. I'm pretty sure my boss is a poacher. They're everywhere, Harry."
"I'm well aware. Anyway, you hear from Neville lately? He's godfather to the quints, but he hasn't written in a month."
"Oh, you didn't hear? His gran died. Heart attack."
"Bollocks. I hope he's handling it okay."
"He's got Luna, she takes the negativity out of everything," Hermione shrugged. "And may I say your genitals are showing."
"No one asked you to look, my face is up here," Harry smirked.
They ended up having a lovely visit.
On April 20th, Harry's Dracken took over as the quints finished growing. He howled at those in the room to get the hell out. Then, for the third time, Harry cut himself open and extracted his babies. 4 boys and a girl. He cooed at them after ripping out the placentas and drinking his thermos of blood. When he'd memorized their individual scents, he called out "Come in!"
His mates and a concerned Indy came in the bedroom. Harry called "Dobby! You know the drill!" With a pop of House-Elf magic, the quints were in nappies, bodysuits, and their cords clamped. Harry thanks whoever or whatever created House-Elves.
"Who made who?" Etienne asked.
"You made our daughter. Og gave me twin sons. Morgan and the twins each get a son too."
"Any name ideas?" Morgan prompted.
"For some reason, I want to name them after the five elements. Hisoka, Minori, what's a Japanese boy name meaning 'fire'?"
"Homaru," they replied.
"And Etienne's daughter feels like a Claire, which means 'lightning'. Hmm. The twins are Terrance for 'earth' and Aero for 'air'. So Morgan's has to be Aqua meaning 'water'. The Elemental Five. All Drackens, of course."
"Of course. I don't recall any Dracken family in living memory having 10 Drackens total," Og chuckled.
Morgan had pulled out the birth certificates. "Homaru Potter. Claire Potter. Terrance Potter. Aero Potter. Aqua Potter. Godparent: Neville Longbottom…"
"Mama!" came a call from the nursery. Cory walked into the room. He blinked his green eye. "Mama? Baba?"
"Yes, Cory, these are your new baby brothers and sister. They're even smaller than your four sisters so be extra careful with them," Harry told his oldest.
Cory kissed his hand and waved at the babies. "Mwah!"
"Oh, you're such a sweet boy. Yes, you are," Harry cooed. Abruptly reminded he was naked and bloodsoaked, he said "You lot handle the first feeds, I need a shower."
After a hot shower, Harry dressed for comfort and followed his instincts to find all his family int he nursery. Cory and the Seasonal Sisters were observing their fathers cuddling the newest additions to the family. Harry grinned and left his family to the bonding moment. He went to the living room and got on his knees to do some Floo calling. Molly barely let him get a word out before she was coming through the Floo. Harry showed her up to the nursery and Grandma Molly greeted her 10 grandchildren. Corry greeted her with "Grammy", which made Molly almost bury him with kisses.
"Now, who are these little ones?" Molly asked after kissing them all on the head.
"The twins, well one of them, gave me Homaru. Og gave me Terrance and Aero. Morgan has Aqua. And Etienne is the odd one out with the girl Claire," Harry listed off.
"Good strong names. Better than Lilac, but you didn't hear that from me," Molly said, referencing her granddaughter by Ron and Lavender.
"Our lips are sealed," Harry swore. "Can you stay for dinner?"
"Oh, no, I don't want Arthur to come home to an empty house."
"Ah. Well, don't be a stranger!"
"Never. Bye, the lot of you. You are my family, blood be damned." With that, Molly left.
The nursery a bit cramped with five cribs and five bassinets, the adults left Dobby and Holly to care for the kids while they had dinner. Maple and Kreacher made Harry's favorites as a small gesture of congratulations.
"Any guess what types they'll all be?" Etienne asked as they sipped drinks by the fire.
"Cory is a Dominant. The Seasonal Sisters are all Submissives. The Elemental Five, it's a mix and I can't put my finger on who is what," Harry said by instinct.
They talked until they were yawning, then went to their bedroom (the blood all cleaned) and went to sleep.