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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169456 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
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A/N: Just so you know, this is a missing scene from the main story! So it’ll tie in perfectly with the storyline, I just didn’t want to break the flow of the main story to put it in, take particular note of the ending!

Inevitable Injection

Harry hated it. He hated it! He didn’t want to be here, he didn’t want Braiden to be here. He still remembered his injection from a few weeks ago and his arm twinged with the remembered pain of the injected potion.

Why did it need to be injected of all things? Nasta could harp on about it getting into the bloodstream all he wanted, Harry did not want Braiden to have to feel that level of pain and the injection was painful. Searingly so. Not to mention how badly it bruised!

Harry held onto Braiden tightly as they sat in the hospital room together, Nasta was with him. Max was in work, Blaise and Draco were drowning under their homework so Nasta had made them stay behind, much to their anger and distress.

Braiden’s name was called and Harry swallowed as Nasta led him down the corridor with a large hand to the small of his back. It felt like he was the one being led to the injection, but it wasn’t, it was worse. His month old baby son was having the injection instead. He’d gladly have the injection every single day of his life if Braiden never had to have it, but he had been shushed and told it didn’t work that way by an understanding Nasta, who had no more wish of doing this to their son than he did, but it was inevitable, unavoidable. Braiden had to be safe and protected from Dragon Pox. A brief burning pain in the arm over dying a slow, gruesome, horrific, agonising death was obviously the lesser of the two evils, but his baby boy was just a month old, but unfortunately the disease particularly attacked infants and the very elderly.

Nasta greeted the St Mungos nurse, wearing her pale yellow robes, cordially, apologising as Harry refused to open his mouth and looked at her like she was going to murder him and his child as he clutched the baby in bloodless fingers.

Nasta pulled Harry to the table and sat upon it, pulling Harry into his lap and forcing one of Braiden’s arms out of the blanket Harry was clutching to his chest, reprimanding him and telling him not to be so daft, that of course the nurse wasn’t going to actually harm Braiden and that she was only doing her job, that Braiden needed the vaccination, that every baby went through the same, that he would be fine as soon as he calmed down and got over the shock of being injected for the first time.

The fine needle slid straight under Braiden’s delicate, soft skin. Harry watched it, watched the tip of it vanish into his son’s body. She pushed the plunger and emptied the syringe of potion into his son’s bloodstream and pulled the needle back out. That was when Braiden started screaming, as fast as his little lungs could suck in the breath.

The nurse dabbed the spot she had injected with a numbing potion and offered them a blackcurrant lollipop. They both refused before sharing a wry smile together.

Harry soothed Braiden as best as he could, listening to the nurse as she nattered about how many cases of Dragon Pox they had had that year alone because parents weren’t inoculating their children because they had forgotten just how important it was. Harry grimaced, there was no chance of their family forgetting, no chance that not every single child they had would be immunised, not with Draco’s Grandfather dying so horrifically of the disease just before Draco was born. Draco was not likely to ever forget to vaccinate every child.

Harry cuddled Braiden as he screamed and thrashed and he sniffled tearfully as he accepted Nasta’s comfort, he didn’t want to see his baby this way, all red flushed, little limbs pulled tight with pain, little toothless mouth opened wide as he screamed hysterically.

Harry was almost in tears himself as Nasta led him through the hospital to the floo point, where they went back to their Hogwarts rooms and let Draco and Blaise gather around to help sooth and comfort Braiden to no success.

Max came home an hour later and took over trying to sooth the baby, also to no avail and Harry was crying himself at this point as he couldn’t stand Braiden being so upset and in so much pain, but after another half hour, his cries lessened, his screams tapered off and he finally fell asleep in Blaise’s arms.

Harry sniffled and cuddled in tight to Draco’s chest, those large arms around his back and his shoulders, holding him tighter and Harry huffed himself into silence and all of them took a moment to savour the sudden silence of their rooms and their child. The worst was over for now.

The next day saw Harry waking up to tend to a hungry Braiden and also to see the bruise the injection had left that took up nearly the entire of Braiden’s upper arm, centring around the tiny prick that the needle had made the day before.

Harry loathed seeing it and he quickly applied the cream Max had made especially for Braiden and gently rubbed it onto the bruise, too afraid to rub it in properly in case it caused his baby further pain.

He fed his hungry baby his bottle, watching him suck and swallow as he suckled strongly. He smiled. Braiden was fine, he hadn’t lost his appetite and he was now protected, no matter how basically, from Dragon Pox. They would take him for his other injections to get him fully protected from the disease and they would never have to watch their son die in agony from Dragon Pox.

Some good came out of them taking Braiden for his injection, as they found out that morning with the delivered Daily Prophet; St Mungos had reported a record number of appointments for Dragon Pox vaccinations after the paper had printed a picture of Harry, Nasta and a wailing Braiden coming out of the hospital corridor, making their way to the floo point on the front page with a story about why they were there, the benefits of getting the vaccination for their child and a banner that read ‘Saviour supports Dragon Pox vaccinations!’

Harry smiled and cuddled Braiden, who was his usual happy self again and though he knew he had done the right thing by Braiden in the long run, he was dreading when he’d have to do it all over again and take the baby back for his four month injection.

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A/N: Poor Braiden. The things parents have to do to keep their children safe even when they’d rather not.

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