Not for the first time since he left Earth, Harry wondered why the hell he took Nagi's offer to head up the Wizarding contingent of the White Whale.
Sure, not dying with the rest of humanity was a plus, and getting his family out was definitely worthwhile. But even before his getting voluntold into BLADE (which honestly isn't that different on the danger scale from his school days), his planned job wasn't exactly something he was looking forward to.
Lots of paperwork and a very unsubtle suggestion of him fathering a new generation of little wizards, something Fleur was highly amused by and gave her more ammo for encouraging him to take a on a concubine in order to have a proper heir to the Potter line (which is definitely not motivated by his wife's desire for threesomes and any such insinuation will result in playful stinging hexes), not that Harry particularly cared about that. He was perfectly fine with either Teddy or one of the girls taking on the line.
He kept saying the only reason he was working as a member of BLADE instead of his actual job of teaching dueling and defense was to find the pods for his wife and daughters. Only problem was nobody believed it, not his team, not his godson, not his student turned assistant, and most frustrating, not even himself. Hermione in her at times infuriating tendency of always being right, struck gold again. He did have a saving people thing, and when you have millions of souls needing saving, well his damn complex won't let him resist. At least the company is decent, and he's got more backup than Ron and Hermione this time around.
(a fun little prompt of Harry taking the role of Cross from Xenoblade Chronicles X, harem protagonist tendencies included free of charge)