Wild Magic - Chapter 38

Harry woke to a solid impact on his stomach. A mad cackle followed as he truly woke up.

"Eddie," Harry chided. "What have we said about jumping on people?"

"Daddy," Eddie pouted. "I'm a big boy, don't call me Eddie."

The little boy would be five years old in a couple of months. He was skinny in a way that came from the unlimited childhood energy that seemed to be a Potter family trait.

"Sorry, Edgar," Harry corrected himself. "Now what do you need to do?"

"I'm sorry, daddy," Eddie said. "It's time to get up and I wanted to do it. Momma Tonks said I could make it funny."

"Traitor!" Tonks called from down the hall.

"Where are your sisters?" Harry rubbed his stomach as he got out of bed.

"Uh…" Edgar thought for a moment. "I don't know."

Something crashed deeper in the house.

"Oh!" Edgar smiled brightly. "We're making breakfast."

Harry blanched. He jumped out of bed, scooped up his son, and hurried down the hall. Tonks was an amazing woman, great Auror, and an even better mother. However, she had absolutely no business in the kitchen. He had no idea how they convinced Dobby to allow them to cook. Hopefully the elf had the fire suppression spell at the ready.

A very pregnant Tonks waddled around the kitchen with their three daughters swarming around her. While the children had a mixture of features from both parents, all of them had the trademark wild black hair from the Potter bloodline. Sirius watched with a wide smile at the chaos. That would mean that Septima and their little gremlin were here as well. . Harry had no idea that Sirius and Septima even knew each other. Their son, James Remus Vector, was now a year old. Sirius pulled a glorious prank on the Black family by taking the name Jones when he married the Arithmancy Professor. Currently, Harry was the Steward of House Black. James had the option to take the Lordship once he was of age. Until then, Harry was the one to wield the responsibility. The one-year-old had just learned to walk and was already a demon just like his father.

The eldest of their brood at four years old and one month, Lily Amanda Potter was his daughter with Emily. The girl had decided she didn't actually want to get married just yet but allowed the girl to take his name. Amanda was her mother's name. Emily was currently at work, her time with Harry hadn't made her a witch, but she wasn't exactly a Muggle anymore. She was the equivalent of a squib, able to interact with the magical world, but not access magic. Her long black hair was tied into a single ponytail, moving on from the pigtails she had loved. Now she was a big girl and needed a big girl hairstyle. That one month was very important among the kids.

She was helping crack eggs over a bowl while Tonks observed. Neither seemed to notice the chunks of shell that were added to the mix. He really hoped they weren't trying to make quiche again. Overcooked scrambled eggs could be improved with cheese and pepper. Burned quiche was just horrible.

Edgar James Bones was the second oldest and only son so far. He was the current Heir Bones and would hold the title unless Susan had children. She had taken the place as Lady Bones but was in no hurry to marry and was perfectly happy spoiling the children rather than have one of her own. The little boy was doing his best to help Momma Tonks with everything, regardless of if she needed it.

Jane Andromeda Potter was the youngest of the first trio by two weeks. Nym had insisted on giving her daughter a normal name. She was not going to torture another generation with a strange name. Jane didn't inherit the full metamorphmagus abilities of her mother, though she did have some. She could change the color of her eyes and hair. Unlike her mother, she was almost supernaturally graceful on her feet. Couldn't ride a broom without crashing. She even managed to break her nose while using a training broom. Those things had safety features of inertial dampening and couldn't reach higher than two feet off the ground.

Currently, she was glaring at a cookbook like the words had personally offended her honor. She was smart for her age but had only started learning to read a month ago. Her eyes were a fierce emerald with flecks of gold around the edges telling him she was concentrating.

The three younger kids had just hit two years. Pandora and Anastasia Potter were twins from his relationship with Luna. The duo had bright blue eyes like their mother and had inherited her knack for knowing things. They regularly had silent conversations and were the only children that somehow avoided the trademark messy hair. Instead, they had long, straight hair like their mother, except the family color of black. The duo was tucked under the table trying to figure out how to untie Sirius' shoes. Judging by the giggles, they weren't having much success but were having fun trying.

Rosalind Minerva Potter, the youngest until Tonks gave birth, was an absolute hellion. If James was here, then there was no doubt that the two were somewhere causing mayhem. She had Hermione's bushy hair and sharp mind. Unfortunately, she used it to fuel the chaos she sowed that made her Potter ancestors proud. She was suspiciously absent, and the house was quiet.

At least that explained where Dobby and Winky were doing instead of cooking.

"What did we agree say about cooking?" Harry asked with a sigh.

"Daddy!" The twins rushed out from under the table and latched on to his legs.

"Momma Tonks isn't cooking," Lily said with a proud smile.

"What is she doing then?" Harry couldn't help but return the smile.

"I am supervising," Nym answered. "And I have my wand ready to put out any fires."

Harry turned to Sirius.

"I'm just here for the entertainment," Sirius chuckled.

"Where are the demons?" Harry asked.

"The pitch," Sirius said with a Maurader grin.

"What did you do?" Harry groaned.

"Brooms," Jane muttered.

"Please tell me you didn't bring new brooms," Harry pinched the bridge of his nose.

"No," Sirius deflated a little. "Sep wouldn't let me."

"What do you mean, Janie?" Harry asked once Sirius didn't say anything more.

"Rosie and James are getting in the shed," Jane stated.

Harry glared at Sirius. Thankfully, the shed was locked. He knew his children enough to know that wouldn't be enough. The only brooms in the shed were the custom jobs that couldn't go over five feet or much faster than the training ones. He had the real ones shrunk and stored them in the study in the quill drawer. When, not if, they broke into the shed they wouldn't be in too much danger. While the brooms were a special order, they weren't rare and came with a nice suite of monitoring charms.

Nym came over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Dobby has breakfast on stasis in the cabinet," she whispered. "I'm not going to let out sprogs near fire."

"Thank you," Harry kissed her back. "How is little Nymphadora Junior doing?"

"Bob," she flicked him on the nose. "Is doing fine." She wobbled. "He heard daddy and is dancing."

Harry smiled brightly as he placed his cheek against her belly. Who knew getting attacked by Dementors would lead to a happy ending?

NOTE:
It didn't feel right to keep dragging the story on. I hope you enjoy the ending.

Also, I couldn't figure out how to attach files that aren't images. Here is a link
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