A day had passed before Xander was strong enough to walk. It had them taken an hour to calm their children down after they had awoken from a restless night. Xander and Angel prepared themselves for a school day, distracting the children from their father. Xander had heard from Angel that Albus had cancelled his lesson for today for him to rest.
After they had brought the children to their classes, they both walked slowly towards Albus' office. They entered and sat down, waiting for the Headmaster to begin his tale.
"A very powerful but dark spell had been placed on your magic, a spell that cost Severus and me a lot of energy to remove. We felt it had been placed there when you were younger. Unfortunately we don't recognise the signature," Albus explained.
"Could it have been my parents?" Xander asked curiously, wanting eagerly to know if his parents were magical as well. Even though he hated his parents, he knew the magic had to come from somewhere.
"You're father is a wizard, but he's not strong enough to place such a spell unless he had help. Your mother is truly a Muggle as she doesn't have any magic at all," Albus answered.
"Is there a way to find out who did this to Xander?" Angel questioned curiously.
"No, not until his own magic has developed more," Albus answered.
"How am I going to develop my magic while I'll have to teach classes?" Xander asked worried.
"Why don't you teach your normal hours and together with your sons, we'll have another hour of recapping the easy parts of magic. Perhaps William can have that hour with Severus for a session about potions. I have never met someone that young with no magic be interested in potions, like that. And Angel, maybe it's an idea for you to work with Lorne and Gunn on your future lessons?" Albus suggested as he had already planned everything.
"That's a great idea!" Xander exclaimed happily.
***November 2005***
The Harris' family and friends were sitting at the sideline, watching Xander, William, Draco, Harry and most of the Weasley boys. Angel watched how Madame Hooch patiently explained the basics of flying. Draco and Harry had wanted William to be taught as well, even though William hadn't shone any magic in their presence.
Madame Hooch looked at her students before explaining step by step what they have to do. "Stand on the left side of your broom."
Xander stood next to his broom when he looked at his sons, seeing as they stood on the wrong side of the broom. "Boys, the other side."
Draco looked at his father's legs when he understood he was standing on the wrong side of the broom. He smiled before he jumped over his broom handle and looked proudly at his daddy.
Harry and William followed soon and as they stood ready for the rest of the explanation. Angel smiled proudly while holding Nicky tightly. The little boy was watching his brothers carefully and by the way he was bouncing, Nicky wanted to join them. Lily wasn't interested in the game as she, Anya and Ginny were playing with their dolls next to Wesley.
"Lift your right left hand above the broom handle and with a strong tone of voice you say the word 'up'."
Xander and the children lifted their hands and began voicing the magic word. Xander looked at his right to see the Weasley boys were shouting the word and when he watched his sons on the left side, he noticed that Harry and Draco were watching William as they were waiting for him to go first.
William was watching the broom. He shrugged and squeaked in surprise when the broom flew into his hand when he said the word. He was startled when his father embraced him proudly. "You do have magic, William."
"But I never showed it," William mumbled as he watched his family surround him before giving him a huge hug. He giggled as he felt his hair being ruffled several times.
"Albus?" Xander questioned, but the entire group looked at the middle of the field as spirits appeared. "Blus, Blue, what are you doing here?"
"We have watched William movements just now and wanted to tell you that William is legally your son," Blue, the male sibling said.
"Okay, you mean to say that William is like Nicky and Lily?" Wesley said after some thought.
"Yes," the siblings said in unison before disappearing again.
Wesley smiled when he saw several questioning looks coming from the family. "What they just said is, that William is your flesh and blood."
"He is our..." Angel repeated slowly before letting out a whoop that would embarrass him if he weren't so proud of his oldest son.
Madame Hooch coughed as she gathered everyone's attention again and continued her lesson. She waited patiently for her students to stand in line again before asking William to repeat his actions.
William nodded before lifting his hand in the sky and with a strong voice the broom flew straight into his hand. He swelled with proud as the crowd went wild.
Draco was next and the small boy stood nervously next to his broom. He squared his shoulders, lifted his hand and called out the magic word. He disappointedly looked at his broom on the ground before trying again.
As Draco kept trying, Harry started as well. He smiled when it happened the third time and walked next to William as they waited for the others to succeed too. Draco followed quickly after Harry.
Xander looked around until he looked into his husband's brown eyes and confidently lifted his hand, said the magic word and gaped at the broom as it flew straight into his hand.
Angel watched how his husband and sons managed to control their broom before they were instructed to sit on it. He chuckled when his boys shakily sat on their brooms followed by the Weasley boys.
Xander had the time of his life. He was flying with his children. They couldn't go higher but two feet, but it gave him a feeling of freedom. He heard squealing from Draco as the boy tried to go faster, racing his brothers to their mother and siblings. Xander dismounted the broom and kissed Angel deeply before watching every boy fly. "You do know now what we are giving them for Christmas, don't you?" Xander questioned to no one particular.
"Oh, yes we do," Angel and Arthur answered in unison.
***Christmas 2005***
"Mommy, Daddy, wake up!" Draco shouted as he jumped up and down on the bed. He couldn't get his brothers to wake up so he was trying for his parents.
He giggled madly when his mother caught him of guard and began tickling his sides. Draco's giggling woke up the entire house and before Angel and Xander noticed, Harry was joining the jumping up and down, while William carefully carried Nicky out of his crib.
"Presents!" Draco yelled when his mother let him go again, and jumped of the bed, running toward the Christmas tree. There were so many presents, but he knew he had to wait for his parents. Draco sat down on his knees and waited impatiently for his family to join him.
Harry stopped jumping and crawled into his mother's lap, only to fall asleep again as the night before had been exhausted for him. He dimly felt strong arms embrace before he was carried away. He was startled awake when somehow shook his arm and he sleepily opened his eyes only to see his brother smiling brightly with a present in his hand.
"Present for Harry!" Draco said happily as he woke his brother. He pushed the gift into Harry's hand before he returned to the large pile. He waited for Willow to hand over another gift. "Another!" he demanded, holding his hand.
"No, sweetie. We're going to watch Harry unwrap his gift first, before the next one," Willow explained and pulled the blonde pouting boy in her lap. The redheaded witch was glad that Xander and Angel had invited her and the other girls over for Christmas. She needed a break and hoped she could stay longer. Willow wasn't happy in Italy, it wasn't her home and didn't contain the family she saw in Xander.
"Why?" Draco asked, but did snuggle into her embrace as he watched his tired brother fumble with the gift.
Harry struggled to open the gift and was glad when his father helped him. His sleep disappeared when a toy broom came out of the package. He squealed as he hugged every person with more energy that he had five minutes ago. Harry immediately practised his lessons about flying and happy to see it still worked.
"Draco, grab another gift and I'll see for whom it is," Willow said, pushing the blonde boy towards the pile again.
Draco watched jealously from his spot as Harry was still flying through the living room. His gaze turned to the right to see William talking to Uncle Severus about his present from Santa while he still had nothing.
Willow spotted the tear running down the boy's cheek before quickly taking Draco's gift from the pile. "Draco? I have a present for you."
Tears were forgotten and he quickly ran towards Willow to get his present. He stopped when he saw it wasn't shaped the same way as Harry's gift and became scared again. Didn't his parents want him to have a broom? Maybe he wasn't good enough yet. Draco set his mind that he needed to practise more, perhaps he would get a broom for his birthday. A little bit more brightened, he accepted the gift.
Angel watched Draco's expressions as he tried to figure out why the boy was sad. He looked at Harry, who was chasing Ron through the living room and William was happily brewing and taking notes about his potions. When Willow gave him one of his presents, he saw a determined look on his son's face as he accepted the gift.
"Xander, why is Draco sad?" Angel asked curiously.
"Our son is sad?" Xander questioned before worriedly looking at the little boy, sitting in Willow's lap. He could see that he had been crying. He stood up and sat next to Willow. "Draco, what's wrong?"
The moment that question was asked, Harry and William stopped their movements as they stared at their brother. They walked over and sat down, waiting for Draco to answer.
Draco blushed when all attention was focused on him. "Nothing's wrong. I'll just have to do my best to earn a broom too," he mumbled, hiding his face in Willow's neck.
"I see, we'll see what we can do about that," Xander answered as he knew the broom was somewhere in that pile of presents. He leaned around Willow and kissed the boy's head before returning to his embrace with Angel.
*****
All presents were given except one. Draco was playing with his toy snitch as he ran behind it, trying to catch it...trying to be the best seeker ever.
"Draco, there's one more present for you from Santa," Xander called out and watched his son curiously come closer, his snitch tightly in his hand.
"For me?" Draco asked as he watched the present gleefully.
"Yes, for you," Xander answered and helped his son to unwrap the gift. He blinked when he heard a loud squeal right in his ear.
"A broom! I got a broom too! I was a good boy!" Draco squealed from happiness.
"Of course you are a good boy. Was this the real reason why you were sad?" Angel questioned.
Draco nodded shyly before running off, showing his brothers his gift. Soon all boys were chasing each other on their brooms until they fell asleep in different places of the room from exhaustion.
Author's Chapter Notes:
A/N 1: Read the content guide and Book I to see how everything went until they came at Hogwarts.