Disclaimers: Same as chapters 1 and 2. We don't own anything remotely involved with Harry Potter except all seven books and five DVDs. FK01: I am holding out on the plushy dolls- I really want that life size, interactive Lucius Malfoy (with a complete change of clothes so we can play Patriot also.)

Chapter 3: Epilogue 11 years on.

Harry dashed into the sitting room and picked up the phone. He just knew that today Aunt Petunia would be calling him. He was correct.

"You need to come get the girls. Both of them got letters to Hogwarts and your Uncle Vernon is absolutely shattered. He is worried that since Poppy and Pansy got letters their letters this morning that Percival won't get his."

"Yes, Aunt Petunia. I will come get all three of the triplets as soon as we have our children all settled in here for the day. It is busy here also because Mordred and Morgana both got their letters today also." Harry listened for a few more minutes as Petunia rambled on about the children and how she was so sorry that she treated him so badly when he was younger.

Harry made his way back out to the kitchen where Severus Snape was playing airplanes with two toddlers and one spoonful of strawberry oatmeal. He gave Severus a quick hug and immediately began ladling out oatmeal for the other six children. He beamed happily as he watched his ex-potions master play with the little ones. It was amazing just how happy Snape looked while playing.

An empty bowl later, Severus turned his attention back to his partner in crime. "Was that Petunia on the phone calling about the triplets getting their letters and Vernon is having a crisis routine?"

Harry nodded without looking up from tying a little shoe then vocalized his answer just in case Sev had not been looking his way. "Yeah. Kind of amazing actually to see just how riled up Uncle Vernon still gets every time the girls do something and Periwinkle doesn't."

Snape snickered. "The lad's name is Percival not Periwinkle. You really do need to stop calling him that. The other children are going to start calling him names and you know that he is already sensitive."

"Not my fault he is practically a squib."

"No, and it isn't his fault either. I still think that she mated with Lucius Malfoy that night also and he is a by-product of that union."

Harry snickered. "That would make sense. The boy does act like the Malfoys. I am not sure though. Every boy I have ever seen who was named Percival has some sort of complex which had serious adverse affects on his psychosocial development."

"Ah, you think that the name is what impairs them."

Harry gave a deep sigh. "I am not really sure. I mean look at Percy Weasley, and there was that Death Eater friend of yours, Percival Magus, wasn't it. They both have real issues."

Sev giggled. "Actually, Harry, their issues are so refined that their subissues are tabbed and color coded."

"Yes, well, that does go rather well toward reinforcing the point I was trying to make doesn't it?"

Somewhere in the background a magical timer pinged. Severus finished wiping the oatmeal, drool, and other foreign objects off the babies faces. As he pulled them out of their highchairs he gave each baby a kiss and placed it in the animated stroller that was shaped like a grim (complete with two steering wheels) which had just hovered its way into the kitchen to collect the children.

Harry looked at the buggy with a slight bit of trepidation. "I told Ginerva that thing might not be ready yet. I placed several safety spells on it but, she says that it works well enough. I just hope she is correct." He put the other two little children in behind the toddlers.

Somehow the other four children managed to be ready and they all left the house together. Severus laughed at Harry as he watched him push the buggy with four waving babies in it up to the door of the day care center and enter. Before the door closed on the grinning little black haired wizard Severus called out, "Herms and Gin should be by around five to get the children. Make sure that you put them all down for a nap so that they can stay up with us for a few hours after the women get home."

Harry flipped him off and descended into the bowels of his work area. He cooed to the children as he levitated all four of them out into the play area and watched them join the other twenty odd wizard children already there at the day care center.

He grinned and waved at his three full-time assistants, Millie, Lavender, and Blaise. "How are things here this morning?" He asked before going into his office to check for owl messages. He saw the vase of tiger lilies and smiled as he read the card: Harry, Love you bunches and hope you have time to do lunch with me today. Draco Harry was pleased. His husband really was the most splendid of mates.

Harry sighed as he quickly finished the days post so that his real work could begin. He loved all the time he spent in the other rooms playing with little wizards, watching their magic grow by leaps and bounds almost daily. He wouldn't for the world admit that he missed his own two sons who were both in primary school now.

If he wanted to get personal he always seemed to have a fresh supply of Snape babies. He shook his head in awe of Sev. The man had decided to settle down to domestic bliss with a vengeance once the Dark Wanker was gone. First had come the announcement that he and Hermione were having twins (Mordred and Morgana). Somewhere in the middle of weddings and baby showers, Severus had wound up being bonded to both Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley and hadn't stopped making babies since…

Severus swore it had something to do with that Niffler that Harry 'borrowed' from Lucius. The niffler seemed to have a compulsion to 'adopt' a person then find the perfect mate for them. Harry and Draco had both threatened the niffler with an untimely demise if it did not stop meddling in the love lives of humans. It just chattered at them and curled up around Harry's neck if they got too rough with it.

According to Lucius, the niffler's one saving grace had been the time Narcissa picked it up (accidentally, thinking that it was a fur muffler) and had worn it to a Ministry function where it had relieved itself down the front of her dress. The party had (mercifully) been cut short by several hours and the elder Malfoy's had retired to their mansion where they disappeared into the bathroom together and did not come out until days later. (Draco still maintains that he bribed the niffler to occupy Lucius and Narcissa so that he could court Harry properly.)

The Pottery, Harry's wizard child day-care center, was his favorite place in the whole world (besides being in Draco Malfoy's arms) so he settled in to get the administrative stuff out of the way. With only himself, three other full time employees, a few part time witches, and two house elves to mind all the babies, everyone stayed busy. Molly Weasley did the cooking, Dobby and Winky did the cleaning, and Harry, Blaise Zabini, Lavender Brown-Longbottom, and Millicent Bulstrode tended to the needs of the little ones.

As usual the time slipped by for Harry too quickly. He was in the middle of making sure that the ever warm bottles were the correct temperature and the self-cleaning diapers were working properly when Draco made his way in the door and disrupted everyone's lunch by flickering the lights and yelling, "Who has been bad and saved all their kisses for the Dragon?" At which point he would usually turn into his animagus form- a great fat lumpy purple dragon with green spots. (Who do you think Barney was patterned after, huh?)

The laughter of all the adults was drowned out by happy baby squeals. For some reason (probably having to do with hugs, kisses, and raspberries on tummies) all the babies adored Uncle Draco. He, being the well trained, bright man he was always purported to be, sat down in the middle of the floor and waited for the tide of drooling, diaper covered cookie crunchers to engulf him.

It was like this every day- Draco threatened to eat with Harry, he showed up, he played with the children until he had to go back to work at St. Mungo's, he would give Harry an apologetic grin and a kiss and then he would apparate away again. This had been the established pattern for the last seven years. And sometimes he would bring seven-year-old Draconis Harold Potter-Malfoy and his little six-year-old brother Severus James Potter-Malfoy with him.

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By the time Harry made his way up the sidewalk at 4 Privet Drive he was ready to call it a day. He had been up half the night helping Severus tend to his brood and he was exhausted How any man could want two wives and eight children (with no signs of stopping the Snape proliferation) was well beyond his cogitative capabilities.

Vernon took one look at his nephew and headed straight for the sitting room while ballering for Petunia to bring the tea through for Harry. He did wait for Poppy and Pansy to finish showing Harry their Hogwarts letters before starting in on the subject that Percy had not mentioned whether he got a letter or not. Vernon was inordinately proud of his second son even if he was almost as small and runty as Harry had been (even with all the food Petunia insisted he eat.)

Dudley was home and scowled at Harry as he walked into the sitting room. "What's up, Duds?" Harry jovially smacked his hand in a high five while winking at Percival who was trying to get some of Harry's attention.

"Little brother has a letter he wants your help with." Dudley eyed Harry and cracked his knuckles warningly.

Harry nodded and turned to Percival. 'What may I help you with, Sir?"

Percy exhaled slowly and whispered, "I think we need to go upstairs so that we can talk privately. I need to show you something."

Harry nodded his understanding. "Coming, Duds? We will most likely apparate to Diagon Alley from your room if it is ok?"

Dudley got up and bounded up the steps behind them. Percival pulled them quickly into his room and shut the door so fast that he caught one of the girls trying to sneak in under Harry's old invisibility cloak.

Dudley and Percival watched Harry in awe as he snatched the cloak off Poppy. He glared down at the two girls and delivered a scathing lecture on privacy and showing some respect to other people before shoving them roughly out the door and casting locking and silencing charms on it.

Percy's hand shook as he pulled his Hogwarts letter out of his shirt. He blushed when he noticed both men staring at him, "I had to keep it from Pansy and Poppy. They go through everything." He held the envelope face up so that THE name was visible: Percival Tomas Dursley-Malfoy. Tears glittered in his eyes as he said, "There is no way I can tell Daddy about this."

Harry shook his head. "Right you are. I thought something like this would happen." He nodded his head. "Well, first let's go talk to Draco. He usually knows what to do about stuff like this." He quickly made a portkey and had the other two touch it.

A/Ns: Since this is the epilogue for Petunia, NO! I don't think I will add anymore to this story. I will let the lot of you worry about whether Percival is even Petunia's son... Fragonknight01 picks up her usual robes and gets ready for her day job as Darth Hideous while chanting her favorite motto: So little time, so much havoc to wreck.