Harry and the gang were still in Vegas, enjoying themselves and relaxing. He was checking on his guests, making sure they were enjoying themselves when the head of his security went over to him. "Sir? Ms. Van Dyne wishes to speak to you." He said. Harry, Wanda, Carol, and Jen looked at him.

"Where is she?" He asked, just then he had felt something land on his shoulder. He looked at it, and it was a tiny woman with gossamer wings, she was in a black and yellow outfit. She had auburn hair and blue eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Potter." She said she flew off of his shoulder and grew to a five foot two height. "I'm Janet van Dyne." She looked at the others, "Wanda? Jen? Carol?"

"Hi, Jan." They said and hugged her.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"Well, we're married to Harry." Said Carol.

"Married?"

"Yep, how can I help you, Ms. van Dyne?" Asked Harry.

"Well, I had heard you were a fashion designer." He blushed at that.

"Yeah, I am. Hermione, do you have the album?" She was a very pretty young woman with long wavy brown hair, and brown eyes and was dressed in one of the gowns he designed, stockings, and heels. She looked stunning.

"Harry is a fantastic designer." She said. Jan was impressed, and Hermione handed the hero their album.

"I designed my wives' gowns and all the clothes in that album." He led everyone to a table. "Okay, like I said, 'I designed all the outfits in the album'." Jan was steadily looking at all the different outfits.

"Well, I'm glad I'm choosing you to be my partner for this upcoming fashion show this weekend." She said Harry was stunned.

"What?"

"That's the reason why I wanted to speak to you, Mr. Potter."

"Please, call me 'Harry'."

"Very well, 'Harry'. I want you to do this big show with me. A lot of designers have talked about you, and I want to see what you are all about."

"What's the theme?" So she told him, and he agreed to do it. They shook hands, and she left, that was when Harry started to become a nervous wreck. "Oh boy," he said as he covers his nose and mouth with his hands. Fleur grabbed her husband's shoulder and started to rub it.

"Arry, you can do this." She said.

"I hope so," he said. "I hope so."

"Harry, there is nothing to worry about." Said Wanda.

"I'm sorry, Wanda. It's just that this is my first show here in America." He put a sucker in his mouth and started to relax. "Are you going to help out?" Wanda smiled and wrapped her arms around him.

"I'm Lady Black, of course, I'm going to help you." They went to the room to look at some designs and choose them for the others.

"Hey, Wanda?" Said Karen, she looked at her.

"Yes, Karen?"

"Let me choose your outfit." Wanda sighed and nodded. So, Karen chose a dress that could be mistaken for lingerie. Wanda sighed, well at least it was in her colors.

Then it was time for the show, and Karen got out of the shower in a comped robe. She walked over to look at her gear and saw that Wanda got her back. Her outfit was just like the one she chose for Wanda but in white. She screamed, "WANDA!" Harry looked at her and chuckled.

He went to get dressed as well. Just then, he met up with Laura and Tonks. "Can I help you, ladies?"

"We heard that you need some models for your clothes, Harry." Said Tonks.

"We wish to help." Said Laura, Harry, looked at them and nodded. They went to the venue and were told where everything was.

"Okay, dressing room's to the right. Also, see if Clara is here yet. She said she'd help too."

"Okay," they said. Harry sighed and went to his dressing room to get changed.

Harry sighed and started to get ready Jan went over to him. "Are you ready?" She asked.

"As I'll ever be. Little nervous, though."

"Just relax, everything will be fine."

"I hope so," the show started. Everything was going well. Harry was relaxing, 'I can't believe this is going great.' Just then, Fleur came over to him.

"This is going great, arry." She said he nodded with a smile.

"Yeah, I guess I can finally relax." He said that was when someone came up behind him. She was a gorgeous woman, with red hair, and green eyes like his, and was dressed in red and gold lingerie. Gold bra, panties and stockings, and red garter belt and robe.

"Hello Harry," she said, and they both turned around to see who it was, they were shocked.

"M-Mom?" Said, Harry.

"Auntie?" Said Fleur, Lilly smiled softly at the couple and went to hug her son.

"My son, my darling son." She said as she hugged him. He hugged her back.

"I can't believe this. How can you be alive?" He asked.

"Tommy's not as powerful as we thought."

"What do you mean?' Asked Fleur.

"Well, when he killed James, his power was degrading. So when he tried to kill me, he just hit me with a very powerful stunner."

"So, when he went after me, it backfired." Said Harry.

"Right."

"But, what about him being back?"

"Has he used any of the unforgivables?"

"Not that I can recall."

"He knows if he does, he dies and can't come back." Just then, it was time for her and Fleur to go back out. "We'll talk some more later." Lilly kissed him on the forehead.

"Knock 'em dead you two." He said as he kissed Fleur.

After the show, Harry, Fleur, Hermione, Max, Jen, Wanda, Zatanna, Carol, Karen, Barbra, Ororo, and Harley all met for an after-show meal at a diner. They were with Tonks, Laura, Clara, Neville, Kitty, Luna, Victor, Jan, Lilly, and a group of girls. Everyone was enjoying themselves and their meals. Lilly had met all of her son's wives and daughter. "It is nice to meet with my husband's mother." Said Max.

"It's nice to meet you too, your highness." She said.

"No, call me 'Max'." She said, "your loving son does."

"How, did you guys meet and get married again?" So, they told her, and she laughed.

"Um, mom, who are the others that came with you?" Asked Harry.

"Oh, I'm sorry, girls. These are your elder sisters; Jamie, Ivy, and Iris. Your triplet sisters, Rose and Angel. Finally, your youngest sister, Sam." Rose and Angel got up and hugged Harry to death. "You have four more half-sisters, you'll meet them soon." Harry nodded, "now, how was Clara created?"

"That's a long story." Said Harry.

Harry took a deep breath. "Alright, buckle up because this is a wild one." He glanced at Hermione, who gave him an encouraging nod. He started with the basics: his accidental magical creation of Clara using a potent combination of magic, technology, and pure, unadulterated chaos while attempting to help Tony Stark with a project. He explained how she rapidly aged and developed a vibrant personality of her own, becoming an integral part of their unconventional family.

Lilly listened intently, her expressions shifting from surprise to amusement to genuine affection. She learned of Clara's genius-level intellect, her love for pranks, and her fierce protectiveness of her family.

"So, she's... basically your daughter, created by accident?" Lilly summarized, a hint of disbelief still coloring her tone.

"Pretty much," Harry confirmed with a shrug. "It was… unexpected. But I wouldn't trade her for the world."

The other women chimed in, sharing anecdotes about Clara's quirks and accomplishments. Hermione spoke of her brilliance in advanced mathematics, Wanda described her surprisingly sophisticated understanding of magic, and Fleur recounted the elaborate pranks they'd pulled together.

"She's a little terror, but she's our terror," Fleur added with a fond smile.

Lilly looked around the table at the faces of these strong, independent women, each with their own unique story and connection to her son. A wave of warmth washed over her. She had missed so much of Harry's life, but she was grateful to be here now, witnessing the happiness he had found.

"I can see that," Lilly said, her voice thick with emotion. "You've built a remarkable family, Harry. I'm... incredibly proud of you."

Harry beamed, relief flooding him. This was all he wanted – his mother's acceptance and understanding.

The conversation shifted to more lighthearted topics, as Lilly got to know her new daughters and grandchildren. Jamie, Ivy, Iris, Rose, Angel, and Sam were thrilled to finally meet their older brother and their multiple sisters. The family unit was growing rapidly.

Suddenly, Tonks nudged Harry. "Speaking of family," she whispered, nodding towards the entrance of the diner. "Looks like you have more visitors."

Harry followed her gaze and saw a group of familiar faces approaching their table. Leading the pack was a tall, brooding man with black hair and piercing eyes – Severus Snape. Behind him were Remus Lupin, Sirius Black (miraculously back from behind the veil), and a slightly nervous-looking Peter Pettigrew (who was being forcibly escorted by Sirius).

Harry's jaw dropped. "What the…?"

"Evening, Potter," Snape drawled, his voice as oily as ever. "We heard your little show was quite the success."

"Severus," Lilly gasped, rising to her feet. "You're alive too?"

Snape acknowledged her with a curt nod. "Indeed. Courtesy of a… loophole in the Dark Lord's enchantments."

Sirius, never one to be subtle, clapped Harry on the back. "Prongslet! Look at you, all grown up and surrounded by beautiful women! Your father would be so proud!"

Remus, ever the peacemaker, offered a gentle smile. "It's good to see you, Harry. And congratulations on the show."

Harry was still trying to process the sudden influx of long-lost loved ones. "But… how? What's going on?"

"We'll explain everything," Remus assured him. "But perhaps somewhere a little more… private?"

"And where Wormtail won't try to bolt," Sirius added, tightening his grip on Peter's arm.

Harry nodded, his mind reeling. "Alright, everyone. Let's head back to the hotel. We have a lot to talk about."

The group piled into a fleet of waiting cars and made their way back to the opulent hotel suite. As they settled into the living room, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of surreal happiness. He was surrounded by the people he loved, both old and new.

Now, all he had to do was unravel the mystery of their miraculous resurrections and figure out what it meant for the future.

Remus cleared his throat. "As Lilly explained, Voldemort's power was waning when he tried to kill her. He didn't truly kill anyone after James, so the anchor that was keeping us... tethered... loosened. We were in a sort of magical stasis, waiting for enough power to be brought back to us to live. Harry's magic, his joy, his life, did that."

Sirius jumped in. "Basically, Prongslet, you've been unconsciously resurrecting us all this time! Bloody brilliant, if you ask me!"

Snape, predictably, offered a more cynical explanation. "The Dark Lord's hubris was his undoing. He believed himself invincible, but his power was ultimately based on borrowed magic and fear. Once that fear began to dissipate, the enchantments that bound us began to unravel."

Peter, looking thoroughly miserable, whimpered, "I… I just wanted to survive."

Sirius glared at him. "And you chose to betray your friends to do it! You're lucky Harry is so forgiving, Wormtail!"

Before the situation could devolve into a shouting match, Harry intervened. "Alright, that's enough. We can deal with Peter later. Right now, we need to focus on what this means for us."

He paused, taking a deep breath. "Voldemort is still out there, and if he knows that you're all back, he'll be coming for us."

Lilly stepped forward, her eyes blazing with determination. "Then we'll be ready for him. We faced him once, and we'll face him again. But this time, we'll have Harry, his wives, and this incredible family by our side."

A chorus of agreement rippled through the room. Harry looked around at the faces of his loved ones, a renewed sense of purpose surging through him. He had a family to protect, a legacy to uphold, and a world to save.

The game had changed, and Harry Potter was ready to play.

TBC

A/N: This was something I had read, 'Scott the Wanderer's 'Harry Potter and the Vegas Nuptials' and 'Bolt Fashion.'