Sorry this chapter took a while, it was a little repetitive and the characterisations went out the window, so it annoyed me to write. But, it's finally out, and I can begin on the next chapters :) Word Count: 5.9k.

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25th October 1997- Saturday

After a few days of thinking, worrying, assimilating the fact that he was pregnant into his mind, and preparing himself, Harry finally plucked up the courage to tell his family, foremost his parents. He was just over two weeks along, and his mind had finally settled now that he knew he was pregnant and acknowledged it himself, as well as assured that his mates wanted this baby- or babies, he thought with horror- as much as he did.

There was no use denying it, or thinking about the what if's, he was pregnant, and he hoped to see it through until the end.

Harry wanted to tell his mum and dad first, before any other relatives or his mates' families. Sure, he had told Hermione and Ron, but that had been in the heat of the moment, a moment of doubt and fragility that he needed to reassure himself that, above all, his friends supported him. And they did. Now, all he had to do was break the news to his parents that they were perhaps going to be grandparents by next year.

Taking a deep breath, he chucked the floo powder into the fire, flinching back slightly when it flared. "Potter Manor," Harry spoke, and the shape of his mum's head began to form after a few seconds.

"Harry, how are you, sweetheart?" Her soft and caring tone immediately put him at ease, and he relaxed slightly. He had been feeling at edge ever since Tom had left a little while back, knowing that he was now more vulnerable than before. It was a silly thought, and Harry berated himself for even thinking such a thing whilst still surrounded by his other mates, and in secure rooms, but his instincts just wouldn't let up.

"I'm fine, Mum. How are you?"

"Good, although Peony's been driving me up the wall in the kitchen for the past hour. Your dad's just gone to get her settled. Dylan's watching cartoons, which is keeping him happy at least." He tried to grin at her words, but his anxiousness refused to let him. She caught on immediately. "What's wrong, Harry? Is everything ok?"

He began hesitantly, knowing that it was now or he'd never get it out until it was too late. "Um... I have some news to share. With both you and Dad."

"What is it, sweetheart?" His Mum tilted her head, concern sprouting in her eyes. "It's nothing bad, is it?"

"No, not bad, just... I'd prefer to say it in person. It's... quite a big bit of news." That was an understatement, he was going to make them grandparents before they were forty, and himself a parent before he was eighteen, if his calculations were right. He was due in mid-July, if the baby wasn't a Creature and a singleton, just before his eighteenth birthday.

"Okay, sweetheart, let me just ask Sirius if he can come round and watch Dyl and Peony. We'll only be a few minutes." The call cut off, and he slumped back into Blaise's solid chest, breathing out a sigh. Blaise hummed questioningly, nuzzling into his hair.

"They'll be round in a few minutes." He told him, receiving a hum in response.

"Ok. Are you all good?" Harry nodded, relaxing further into his warmth. He'd noticed that Blaise ran much hotter than anyone else he'd met, probably due to being a Dragonborn. He'd have to ask him. "Draco, put the kettle on! We're going to need tea!"

Draco's confused voice came from the kitchen. "How do I do that?"

"How-" Blaise paused, and they looked at each other in confusion. "What do you mean. 'How'?!"

Blaise got up, placed him into his warm vacated spot, and rushed to the kitchen. Harry could hear them bickering with each other, their hushed whispers echoing. It surprised Harry how used Blaise was to kitchen items whilst Draco seemed inept, Elian even more so. He would bet it was due to their sheltered childhoods. He stifled a snort, before sobering as the floo flared, announcing his parent's incoming arrival.

The first to come through was his Dad who, upon seeing him slouched on the sofa, bounded over to bundle on him. Harry's instincts went haywire and, without his permission, his wings sprouted from his body and sent him up into the air, far away from any harm to his fragile pregnancy. He didn't stop until his head brushed the ceiling, which was quite high, and he was far away from what he now realised was simply a bit of fun. However, it could have still caused something terrible in the process.

From the ground, his Dad gaped up at him, as did his Mum who had followed through the floo only moments later. They both looked startled and confused. "Harry? Why'd you..."

"Harry!" The call of one of his mates from the bedroom doorway, Elian, his mind supplied, coaxed him out of the defensive mindset his instincts had placed him in, and he blinked down at the ground just as confused as they were. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." He allowed himself to float down gently, making sure his feet touched the ground before he allowed his wings to droop, and blushed as his parents continued to stare at him in bewilderment. "Sorry, just seeing you charge at me like that, it set off my instincts."

His dad visibly relaxed. "Phew, I thought I'd done something to annoy you or something. Never expected that much of a refusal." He chuckled weakly. "But it's good to see you've learnt to use your wings, maybe we can go out racing one day over Christmas?"

Harry smiled, feeling giddy at just the thought of flying so freely. "Sure, I'd like that." Elian's worried glance told him that his mates would attempt all they could to persuade him from doing just that.

A pair of arms wrapped themselves softly around his waist, and Harry turned despite knowing who it was already. "Tom, you're back." His mate had gone to tell Dumbledore that they were going to be inviting guests around for the next couple of days. "What did Dumbledore say?"

"Well, his answer means nothing now, since your parents are already here, but he agreed. He just reminds us that those who enter are not allowed out of our rooms."

"That's fair." He leaned back into his mate's broad chest, comparing his coldness to Blaise's earlier warmth. "Hi, Mum."

"Hello, Harry." She looked amused now, stepping forward to take him into her arms gently. She smelt like soap and lavender, familiar scents that had him almost melting into her soft embrace with a content sigh. It was as if something clicked within him, recognising that she was the one who had raised him, and someone who wouldn't harm him in such a way. "Oh, it's been so long since I got to hug you."

"It's only been a couple of months, I've spent longer at Hogwarts before." Harry still hugged her as tightly as she was, burying his face into her shoulder.

"Yes, but it's different now. You're not under our direct care anymore." She made a small sniffling noise that had Harry rearing back, meeting her slightly watery eyes. He made a noise, intending to comfort her, but she'd already stepped back to intertwine her hand with his Dad's. "What was it you wanted to talk to us about, sweetheart?"

Harry drew in a deep breath, biting his lip in hesitation. Was it too soon to tell them? Damn it, he should have thought about that before, most people didn't until they were nearing or out of their first trimester! "I'm... pregnant. Just over two weeks along, and now that I'm saying it out loud, it seems stupid to tell you so early when-"

"Oh, Lils, we're going to be grandparents before forty!" His dad interrupted, shout half horrified, half filled with joy that was barely contained in his smile. His Mum, on the other hand, was staring at him in shock, green eyes flickering back and forth between him and his mates with increasing suspicion.

"You had your heat..."

"Yes, that tends to be the only way for Creature's to get pregnant, except in extenuating circumstances, of course."

"Tom!" Harry elbowed him sharply for his snide tone, but his Mum's surprised laugh drew his attention back to her, where she was smiling from ear to ear, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Oh, that's wonderful! Congratulations, sweetheart."

His dad was quick to follow with a cheerful smile. "Yeah, congrats Har. Despite the fact you've made us young grandparents, which Sirius is going to have a ball about, I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Thank you." He let out a teary chuckle, allowing them to bring him into a hug once more, basking in the love and support he could feel emanating from both his mates and his parents. He felt accepted, and that he had made the right decision to tell them, despite how rash his decision had been.

Now, all that was needed was to tell the other close family members, and for his baby to stick around.

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Draco sighed as Harry squeezed his waist harshly, shifting away slightly to prevent the man's stomach from pressing too harshly into his side.

He was feeling overly conscious of every movement of his mate's now that it was revealed that he was pregnant, and he could admit to being a bit excessively protective. That didn't stop him, however, from snuggling up with the man whenever he requested it.

Draco knew that he didn't have a pleasant personality, was known to be cold, sarcastic and mean quite a lot of the time, and acknowledged openly that he treated Harry differently than he did everyone else. He understood that, without Harry, public opinion of him would be much worse than it was today. The man softened him and made him act uncharacteristic, bringing out a less statue-like persona than the pureblooded one he'd been socialised into from a young age.

The man in question made a noise in his sleep, a sort of questioning chirp that had his instincts flaring up to make a noise of his own in response, the flush creeping up his neck only abating at the content smile this brought to Harry's face.

Draco still didn't know how to feel entirely about his inheritance, having been brought up to believe that Wizards and Witches were the superior force of the Magical World, but he was grateful that he was a Creature now. Without his inheritance, he wouldn't have Harry, he wouldn't have the others who were growing on him as he spent more time with them, and he wouldn't have the little lifeforce slowly growing stronger under the protective cradle of his hand.

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When Harry walked into the living room with a mug in hand, he saw Blaise knelt at the fireplace, waiting for the floo call to connect. The man's hair was tipped forward, covering his face and hiding his expression. He approached the sofa, intending to snuggle up, when a rich, womanly voice echoed in the room, startling him.

"Blaise darling, what a surprise! You hardly ever call me, not that I don't understand, of course. You're young, you're in love, you're-"

Blaise sighed, sounding exasperated. "There's something me and my mates want to tell you, Mother. Could you come round?"

Her overexaggerated gasp brought a smile to Harry's face. "Ooh, how mysterious! I'll be around in just a minute, I didn't expect to be going out today."

"You're not going out, you're only-" The call cut off, and Blaise sat back on his heels with an exasperated sigh. " Coming round for a little while. Mother is always so overprepared."

"Better over than under," Elian commented from his seat on the sofa, and Harry slid into the spot next to him, getting comfortable while they waited for the woman to arrive.

"Tom, Draco, Blaise's Mum's going to come round in a minute!" He shouted for the pair to hear. Draco was getting his homework done on the desk in their bedroom, and Tom was pattering around in the kitchen, rearranging the cupboards yet again, which would surely end in an argument of some sort when someone couldn't find something. The man was unexpectedly obsessed with the kitchen for a Politician who acted like menial tasks was beneath him most of the time.

The floo flared just as they entered the living room, and Harry took in the woman who emerged from the fireplace with awe. Blaise's mother was a beautiful woman, almost identical to her son with her bright eyes that contrasted with her dark skin, and a lithe but tall frame that towered over Harry. However, despite their similar looks, there were differences in colouring, such as the copper-coloured scales surrounding her eyes instead of the obsidian ones Blaise had, and her eyes being a purple-flecked golden instead of his mate's golden-flecked purple.

"Blaise, sweetheart, how are you my darling?" She stepped forward, arms wide open to accept her only child, who scrunched his nose but still accepted it without complaint.

"I am well, Mother."

The woman squeezed him tighter, rocking them a few times before finally letting go with a grin, much to the man's obvious embarrassment. "Good, good, now, introduce me to your beautiful mates! Especially the dear Submissive who chose you."

Blaise seemed to straighten then, Dragon characteristics becoming more prominent, his wings thankfully remaining tucked away. Harry recognised it, in amusement, as him preening, happy to show off his mates to his parent. "Mother, you already know Draco-"

"Ah, Draco, darling, wonderful to see you again. How are you?" She interrupted him, smiling at him fondly.

Draco nodded his head respectfully. "I am well, Lady Zabini. How are you, as well?"

"Excellent, now that I am able to meet you all. And who is this beautiful young man?" She turned her attention to Elian, who smiled shyly at her. "He must be a Fae."

"This is Elian Luwynn."

"Luwynn? My, how wonderful it is to meet a Prince of Fae kind. Well met, your highness." This time, Blaise's Mother offered a deep bow, which had Elian flapping his hands about awkwardly.

"Please, call me Elian. It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Zabini." His manners were impeccable despite the boyish grin on his face, eyes sternly watching over her. Harry's eyebrow rose at his seemingly hostile nature, but nobody else batted an eyelid.

"Then you must all call me Antonella. And my, if my eyes don't deceive me, Thomas Slytherin, you have finally been chosen as a mate. Or should I say, you finally decided to show up to a mate meeting." Blaise's Mother tilted her head, a sly smile on her lips as she observed the man.

Tom smirked slightly, looking smug and proud. "I have. Well met, Antonella."

"Well met, Thomas." Antonella turned to him last as Blaise introduced him, a sparkle in her eyes. "Oh, it is a pleasure to finally meet you, darling! Blaise is simply enamoured with you, and I couldn't help but be eager to meet you."

Harry chuckled, drawn in by her charisma. "It's nice to meet you too."

"Oh, now aren't you just perfect, darling! Look at your pretty green eyes, your dainty hands, and oh, Blaise, a Potter? The hair on your children's heads is going to be a dreadful nightmare!" She threw her son's way dramatically, before turning back to fuss over him, hesitating to touch him until he indicated she could.

It was once they were settled on the sofa's that she finally remembered why she had been asked over. "Now, not that I am not overjoyed that you have invited me around, but what is it you wanted to discuss?"

"We have some important news to share with you, Mother." Blaise looked at Harry, who stared at him with a horrified expression. He had to tell her?

He looked at her and blushed when he met her intense stare. "I'm pregnant. Only two weeks along."

"Oh, how wonderful!" She gasped, clasping her hands togehter. Her eyes unexpectedly began to water, and a tear slid down her face.

"Mother-"

"I'm going to be a grandmother! Oh, this is- this is such brilliant news! Thank you, Harry, darling, I'm overjoyed!" She hugged him closer with one arm, exuding warmth just like her son did, which made him feel drowsy and content. Harry smiled so much that his face hurt, happy at the knowledge that at least two sides of the family were happy for them.

However, Harry had to admit that it wasn't the Creature's sides he was concerned about, it was Draco's, whose parents had knowledge that they carried Creature blood, but thought it was too diluted to create a Creature child. They were most likely still shocked by Draco's inheritance, so how would they take him becoming a father before eighteen?

"Now, you boys better make sure he's eating well, you hear me? Pregnancy is tiring at the best of times, and I'm not having my gorgeous son-in-law going without everything he could desire."

"Of course, Mother, who do you take us for? Harry's already got us all wrapped around his pinky finger."

"As he should!" She stood then, fluffing up her hair so that the ringlets were more voluminous. "Well, I'm sorry to say, but I must be going now, I have a potion going and I don't want to leave it unsupervised for too long. Farewell, for now, sweethearts! Don't be strangers, call me if you ever need anything."

"Bye Mother."

"Bye Antonella!"

"Bye-bye!" She called out finally as the floo flared once more, stepping into the flames and whisked off back to where she had come.

As if his strings had been cut, Blaise slumped back into the sofa with an exhausted groan, throwing an arm across his eyes.

"She's... a lot." Harry hesitated to say, but Blaise snorted amusedly in response.

"And that wasn't even her at her worst. Mother can be overwhelming with the enthusiasm she oozes sometimes."

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It was growing late by the time it was decided that Draco's family should be the last ones they called for the day. Dinner was in half an hour, so Draco hurried to contact Malfoy Manor to share the news.

Narcissa was the only one present, Lucius being at the Ministry, which Harry had guiltily hoped for. The elder Malfoy admittedly unnerved him a bit, and he'd rather his wife be the one to inform him that his son was going to be a father at the young age of seventeen or so. Depending on the species of the baby, he could be pregnant for as little as under five months or as long as a year. There was also the factor of if there were multiple, and if they were different species, then it could skewer his due date into unrecognition. He shuddered at the thought.

"Draco, how are you? This is an unexpected call. Are you okay?" Narcissa's tone was soft, and it relaxed him, having expected something much colder for being called upon so suddenly.

"I am well, Mother. We wanted to speak to you about something, it's... important. Nothing bad, I'm sure you'll be ecstatic."

"Is it alright if I come through the floo?"

"Of course."

Draco stepped back from the fireplace as it flared a moment later, and out came the figure of Narcissa Malfoy.

She looked as wonderful as ever, dressed in green robes patterned with the outlines of dragon scales, sparkling emerald teardrops dangling from her ears and a golden feather wrapped around her wrist, identical to his own. She went straight to Draco and wrapped her arms around him softly, cradling him like he was shorter than her even though the man now towered over her not-so-petite form. "It's good to see you again, you're looking much healthier. I should smack that man for the way he ran you ragged."

"Please don't, Mother. I learnt a lot, despite how tiring it was."

Narcissa tutted as she pulled back, a slight frown on her face. "It is inexcusable, you are our heir, and more importantly, our son. He shouldn't be working you so harshly." Her eyes lifted from his form to glance around, fixing on Harry. "And Harry, you're looking rather pale. I'm hoping that your eating well?"

"I am, Tom is a good cook."

One sleek, blonde eyebrow raised. "Lord Slytherin, I didn't know you could cook."

"It's a skill I picked up during my travels. How are you, Lady Malfoy?"

"Well, and you?"

"Perfectly content." They bluntly spoke to each other.

She hummed as she observed him for a couple more moments, not even hiding it, before she turned back to Draco.

"Darling, what was I called here for?" Draco's eyes travelled to him, and Harry stiffened, Narcissa followed his gaze, tone softening when she looked at him. "Harry, what is it you wished to say?"

He was being put on the spot again? "I-um, I conceived on my heat two weeks ago. So I'm pregnant. With a baby- obviously. Or more-" He nervously babbled, only stopping at the emotional gasp Narcissa made. His eyes flickered up in worry, only to be met with a watery smile so soft it made him melt.

"Harry, that's wonderful news! I'm so happy for you, sweetheart." She fondly brushed his hair back, drawing him into a warm hug. Many viewed Lady Malfoy as a cold and stern figure, which she was to all who weren't close to her, but to those who were, she was a motherly figure filled to the brim with love that had only Draco to focus on for many years. After all, most wizarding families only had a couple of children, Harry's and the Weasleys being outliers, meaning that most were overly protective of any they had.

"Thank you, Mrs Malfoy."

"Oh, sweetheart, you're my son-in-law, please call me Narcissa, we've known each other for long enough."

He hummed contentedly, basking in the honey-like daze that came over him. He vaguely remembered a questioning tone, and the arms of one of his mates wrapping around his waist before he dipped into a soothed unconsciousness, not waking until later in the evening.

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26th October 1997- Sunday

Harry was most nervous about the upcoming visit of Elian's relatives. His 'Da' and one of his many brothers, Elion, had confirmed that they were able to come to Hogwarts, only them since they didn't want to overwhelm them.

But Harry was nervous simply because they were royalty.

He'd never met royalty before, the Wizarding world lacking that sort of social hierarchy, so he had little idea of how to act around them. Elian had assured Harry, as they were mates, Harry wasn't expected to be overly formal with them, especially since he was so young in comparison, but he couldn't help but fret.

What if they didn't like him? What if Elian's dad didn't approve of them being mated? Harry had no idea if a mating bond could be broken, but if anyone could do it, then surely it would be the ten-thousand-year-old co-leader of his entire species!

Harry fretted for the entire morning, watched on worriedly by his mates who were plying him with tea and blankets, snuggling him into their sides on the sofa and attempting to distract him with books and games. It worked until the floo flared up just after lunchtime, and his heart began to race rapidly once more.

With a bounce in his step, Elian approached the fireplace to allow his relatives entry, and the floo burned brighter before a man shorter than his mate stood before it.

The man was breathtaking, with black hair, darker than any Harry had seen before, silver eyes and sharp features that looked the perfect mix of intimidating and welcoming. He was softly smiling at Elian, the dark, sharply shaped wings behind him fluttering happily. "Sweetheart, thank you for inviting us, I have been eagerly waiting to meet your mates." Despite his words, his eyes didn't stray from Elian. Harry assumed that this, despite looking around the same age as them, must be Elian's 'da'. His instincts were almost screaming it.

"Da, thank you for coming. May I introduce you to them? This is Thomas Slytherin, our Top Dominant-"

"A Vampire of good lineage. It is wonderful to meet you." He held out his hand, and Tom bowed over it.

"And it is a pleasure for me as well, Imperial Consort Luwynn."

"And the boy who bares the markings of a Hebridean Dragonborn?"

"This is Blaise Zabini."

"Ah, yes, the Zabini's are also a Vampire line that recently joined with a Dragonborn line. And, my, a Boread?"

"This is Draco Malfoy."

That seemed to get a reaction out of the man, his eyes widening slightly. "Malfoy? Your Boread ancestor is a famous one, as is the line she descended from."

One of Draco's pale eyebrows rose in surprise and confusion. "The line I descended from? I apologise, I've heard nothing about this."

"Ah, I suppose they'll inform you in due time." He waved off, seeming hesitant to answer. "Now, you must be Harry Potter." Elian's dad finally turned his gaze to him, and Harry stiffened slightly under such scrutiny.

"I am."

He hummed, looking him up and down. Then, a smile twitched at his lips. "I approve immensely. And I hope that Elian is treating you well? If he is not, all you need to do is tell me, and I'll sort out his attitude." Harry let out an unexpected laugh which drew a satisfied smile onto the man's face before a cough from behind him had it dimming. "Ah, Elion, introduce yourself."

He moved to the side and revealed the man who stood behind him, who looked startlingly like a slightly less boyish version of Elian, his hair longer, ears pointier, and his aura gave off the impression that he was old. Older than Harry could imagine.

"Hello, it is a pleasure to finally meet you all. I am Elian's older brother, Elion. Please feel free to call me Lio if the similarity of our names is too much."

"Ah, Lio, you made it!" Elian rushed at the man, bundling into his arms with strength Harry was sure was going to topple the pair, but Lio held fast, simply chuckling as his younger brother grappled him into a tight hug.

"Course, couldn't let Da go on his own."

The afformented man huffed. "I can take care of myself, thank you very much."

"I didn't mean it like that, Da. More in that I doubt you would come back on your own. Don't worry." He smiled at Harry. "I'll drag him back if he starts trying to convince you to live in the Fair Realm."

"You will do no such thing! I am your Father, not one of your children!" The man snapped, glaring at 'Lio' who simply looked amused.

The floo flared again, this time signalling an incoming call, and Harry frowned. They weren't expecting anyone else at the moment, unless it was one of their relatives calling? Tom walked over to the floo and answered it, talking with whoever the other was in hushed tones for a little while whilst they looked on, before sighing as it cut off.

"What is it?" Harry asked him as the man stood with a put-out expression on his face.

"My grandfather, Salazar, has requested to talk with us over the floo in a little while. He said he has a feeling we were going to contact him, but he won't be available for a while after today."

"Ah, you're one of Salazar's direct descendants?" Elian's dad asked in his melodious tone, although it sounded more curious than questioning, as if that had affirmed what he'd been thinking. "I was wondering if you were of the side branch or the main."

"I'm descended from the Gaunt line, from his youngest daughter," Tom confirmed blankly, staring at the man without emotion.

"Ah, yes, yes, I've heard all about you. Sal wouldn't stop crowing for years at the meetings about your Inheritance. Even he didn't expect anything to come out of the Gaunt line, as diluted from its Creature ancestry as it was. My, it is incredible how many powerful families are gathered within this mateship. You will be a political force to be reckoned with within the next few decades, Harry Potter." His tone was teasing, but Harry flushed at the insinuation.

"That wasn't my intention."

The man's smile sharpened. "Oh, I know. I wouldn't have allowed my son to attend your meeting if I had foresaw any untoward intentions. I am glad, however, that it was you who chose him. Elian seems to like you."

"More than like, Da, Harry is perfect!" Elian puffed.

The man chuckled, turning his gaze back to Harry, expression knowing. "Oh, I know. He wouldn't have conceived if you all hadn't 'more than liked' him."

Harry couldn't stop the way his jaw dropped, nor the breathless question that escaped him. "How do you know that?!"

The man laughed like a tinkling bell, tilting his head back in a way that highlighted the ornate necklace on his neck. "I've been pregnant many times, a hundred or more now, and last with Elian. It's become instinctual for me to notice the signs of pregnancy, no matter how weak they are. You must be less than a few weeks along, yes? I can only just sense it."

"Just over two weeks."

"And I suppose this is what you were intending to tell us? My apologies if it isn't, my lips are sealed if this wasn't planned."

"Oh, no, it was!"

"Then allow me to congratulate you, this is wonderful news! Please know that I am free to help you in any way I can, seeing as how I will most likely be the closest reference you will get to your experience. I, too, am a Submissive Fae, after all." He smiled, looking down at him fondly.

"Well, I think that's obvious." Lio interrupted with a smirk.

The man tutted, smacking the other slightly with an offended frown. "Shut it, you."

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Elian's Dad and brother stayed whilst they contacted Tom's 'Grandfather', sitting on the sofa and sipping tea whilst conversing with Elian.

The voice that came from the floo was unexpected, as was the face that appeared. "Thomas, it's good to see you are well." Salazar Slytherin's voice was silky smooth, a match to Tom's own but deeper. He startlingly looked to only be in his early thirties at most, with pale skin and bright-red eyes a shocking contrast to the image of a brooding, dark-eyed man he had imagined in his head whilst told of the Hogwarts founder all those years ago.

"Grandfather."

The man hummed, eyes sliding to look at Harry when he shifted. "And that must be your mate by your side. Well met, Heir Potter."

"Ah, yes, well met, um...Your Majesty?"

His laugh was unexpected. It was throaty and full of amusement, so contrasting to the cool demeanour he had been showing previously. "Please, call me Salazar, or even Grandfather if you will. You are a member of the Slytherin line now, I won't have you calling me so stiffly. That's for the spoilt brats I don't like."

"Grandfather, you are bothering him." Tom drawled, unphased in the face of something Harry felt warranted discussion. Salazar Slytherin, the dark wizard who created the house of Slytherin, renowned for its member's inclination towards the darker side of magic, was an outgoing, young-looking Vampire that destroyed all his expectations.

The man simply smiled in response. "What was it you wished to discuss with me, anyway? Has Thomas been causing any problems?" Tom made a noise of indignation in the back of his throat. "He's always doing something he shouldn't, especially with those Knig-"

"He's pregnant, Grandfather." Tom snapped tersely, shutting the man off.

The man's eyebrows rose, and then he chuckled once more. "Pregnant? You work fast, hasn't your mateship only been together since August time?" Harry blushed brightly, shying away from the flames as if to hide from the conversation..

"Grandfather, don't be-"

"Bah! Let this old man have something! Congratulations, anyway, I've been waiting for this idiot to tie himself down at some point. All the looks and wealth a man could need, and it took him over fifty years!"

"I was biding my time, and I ended up being chosen by a mate that I-" Tom looked at him then, red eyes hesitant. "That I like."

Salazar's expression was gleeful. "I never thought I'd see the day, Thomas Riddle, acting like a sap-"

Tom scowled. "Goodbye, Grandfather. Harry, say bye."

"Um, bye-" The call was cut off by Tom, the last image of Salazar being his smirking face.

A bark of laughter from behind them had Harry turning, remembering that they had an audience. Elian's dad and brother looked amused, and his other mates seemed stunned to see Tom so ruffled. The man was cursing slightly under his breath, still glaring into the hearth.

"Your Grandfather is as wacky as always it seems." Lio laughed, seeming delighted.

"Only the wackiest could have thought up Hogwarts. Have you seen the moving staircases? They're deathtraps!"

"Oh, yes, one of my daughters helped to create them."

"Your daughter? Aren't you Elian's brother?"

The man snorted as if he'd said something hilarious. "You think I wouldn't have a child by now at over four thousand? Even Elian's got one on the way, and he's twenty!" Elian made a noise of protest, sounding vaguely like 'I'm twenty-seven!'. "No, I have many times Great-Grandaughters older than my little brother. It's quite funny really, especially when we have to guess what generation which relative is from."

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27th October- 1997- Monday

After a long day, Charms in the morning and then Potions in the afternoon, all Harry wanted to do was snuggle up on the sofa with one of his mates. He wasn't fussy, he'd have any one of them, or more if he could, but Tom had gone to the Ministry and Elian was out shopping. Draco and Blaise were similarly busy with their homework, shooing him away when he'd refused to sit down with them and complete his own.

Therefore, he decided instead to seek out his Sisters and inform them, embarrassingly, about his pregnancy. They were fourteen and eleven now, knowing of the ways of the world, unlike his younger siblings who would simply believe he became spontaneously pregnant.

"What do you want?"

" 'Hello, Harry. How are you, my darling, loving older brother-' "

"Hi, Harry. What?"

Harry tutted at his sister's bluntness, ignoring Daisy's giggling to the side. "Well, I was going to lead up to it in a nicer way, but I'm pregnant. You're going to be aunties. Congratulations. Or to me as well, I guess."

Liana's jaw dropped dramatically, and Daisy's eyes bugged almost comically. "You're what?!"

"No way!"

Harry smiled at their surprise, his grin growing wider as they bundled into him, hugging him tightly as they congratulated him.

His family was now told, as were his friends, and he now felt content to simply focus on his mates and school until it was time for his first scan.

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Last Updated: 1/04/23

Thanks for reading! Any further guesses on the gender[s]? Or how many babies there will be? I'm probably going to keep it a surprise up until the birth, but you never know. Harry might have a change of heart and want to see at the scan, or the healer might accidentally tell him ^-^

So far, the results for gender is:

Boy- 6

Girl- 5

Both- 3 [In the case of Twins+]

And amount-

Single- 8

Twins- 3

Triplets- 0

Quads- 1

5+- 0

As of the end of the chapter, Harry is only 2 weeks, 3 days along, so there's still a while to vote yet ^-^ Depending on when the baby[ies] decide to make an appearance...