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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169507 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All rights of Harry Potter belong to J. K. Rowling. I am making absolutely no money from this piece of fictional writing.

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WARNING!

This chapter is an alternate ending for chapter 53, not an actual chapter and it never really happened. This is how the chapter originally turned out when I first wrote it, but I edited it heavily until you got the chapter 53 that you’ve read.

THIS CHAPTER WILL DISTRESS A LOT OF YOU! PLEASE BE WARNED THAT THIS CHAPTER COMES WITH A VERY HEAVY DISTRESS WARNING AND A VIOLENCE WARNING. THERE ARE NO DISTRESS LINES IN THIS CHAPTER TO WARN YOU WHEN IT WILL HAPPEN! IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ THIS CHAPTER, IT WILL NOT TAKE ANYTHING AWAY FROM THE STORY IF YOU DON’T READ! PLEASE BE SENSIBLE WITH THIS CHAPTER AS IT CONTAINS SENSITIVE ISSUES.

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Alternate Ending

It was only half an hour later that they found out exactly how bad things could get when Harry rolled himself to his knees and stretched lazily, thinking of scavenging for some food.

The popping sound was so loud it even made Sanex look up from where he was doing his paperwork.

“What was that?” He asked with a frown.

Harry quivered as he felt around his abdomen, feeling a looseness that wasn’t there previously. He was shaking and adrenaline was pouring into his bloodstream but he didn’t know why and then a smaller, quieter pop was followed by a ripped sensation that was so agonising it threw his head back as he screamed.

“Shit, Harry. What is it? What do I do?”

“Call the Healer! Call my mates!” Harry hissed out through gritted teeth as Braiden cried beside him, frightened by Harry’s screaming. He tried to hold the next scream back and bit through his tongue, but it was no use and he screamed again.

His wings burst from his body and the change threw his balance and he face planted the carpet, leaving smears of blood from his mouth on the cream fabric.

His Dracken was fighting him, was fighting him viciously, urging him to take flight and get away from the danger. Sanex had his head in the floo, talking frantically to the person on the other end. Harry scooped Braiden up and urged his wings to work, but the pain was agonising and he could barely fly in a straight line. He was halfway up the stairs when he heard Sanex shouting for him. He made it to a bedroom, bouncing off the walls as he went, before Sanex caught up to him and Harry growled and hissed and tried to tear out the throat of the approaching threat, his baby Dracken tucked under his arm.

He tucked himself into the corner of the room and placed his baby Dracken on the floor behind his body, the pain almost crippling him, but he had to stand and fight the human off, he needed to keep his baby Dracken safe and secure the area before his five new babies could come into the world.

He growled threateningly and smelt weakness as the human backed away from him; he swiped and almost sunk claws into him. The human stumbled back quickly and Harry advanced, clutching his stomach which was a burning, stabbing pain that almost made him blind, but he couldn’t become vulnerable with a threat in the same room.

Harry backed the human into a corner and hissed deeply, a rumble in his belly as his claws coated themselves in venom. He saw the human swallow and his eyes becoming wider, the whites showing more pronounced. He could smell the fear on him and it smelt like food and it had been so long since he had had fresh meat and warm blood.

“Please Harry. It’s Sanex. Remember who I am? Sanex, Nasta’s brother. I just want to help you!”

Harry let out a continuous growl and snapped fangs at the human as a particularly vicious pain in his abdomen almost bent him double.

“Alright, alright, you win. I’m leaving.”

The human wasn’t leaving. Harry decided as he closed in, inching closer to the human backing further into the corner, his hands up and out as if to fend him off, using swipes of his claws to box the human into the corner.

“Harry! Please! It’s Sanex!”

The human was making too much noise as he tried to shift away to the left, towards the door; Harry leapt on him and sunk fangs into the soft, fleshy neck. The human screamed as Harry sunk claws into the soft belly and ripped it, it was so soft and the blood in his mouth was so sweet, so hot, it had been so long since he had had fresh meat.

It didn’t take long for the human to stop making noise and to stop moving and jerking as he tore into the soft body with his sharp fangs and even sharper claws. The pain in his abdomen soon had him abandoning the cooling body and slamming the door closed and throwing up wards.

He snatched his baby Dracken from the floor and crawled onto the bed. He bunched up the soft duvet and made a soft cradle to keep his precious baby Dracken safe and warm as he started stripping himself of the restricting clothing, the pain he felt making him retch as his vision blurred for a moment.

He hated it here; he wanted a proper nest with a vantage point so he could better protect himself and his babies, but there was no time as a child squirmed under his skin, fighting to be released.

He tried to prepare as much as he could, making himself comfortable on a bed that smelt safe and comforting, he had two big bottles of blood within reach and his baby Dracken was calming in his crude cradle.

The most vicious pain yet ripped through him and he screamed, mixing it with an unconscious distress call. He felt four comforting rumbles answer; they were all a long way away, his protection was not near him. He was alone.

He stroked his engorged belly with venom coated claws and as soon as he pressed in, his body gushed outwards with fluid. He quickly split his stomach open wide and a baby fell out as soon as the split was big enough, pushed out by siblings fighting for space. His sac had ripped on its own.

He ignored everything else as he put the baby more securely on the bed, before reaching inside, ripping the split in his sac wider and pulling out a second baby as soon as he found a neck to wrap his fingers around. The third baby was attached to the second, grasping on tightly to the second baby’s thumb and they came out one after the other easily. The fourth baby was hard to find as all he could feel was arms, legs and cords, no necks.

He shoved down on the top of his bump and a baby moved and he grasped a neck and pulled the baby out quickly. The final baby was easy to find and cupping the baby’s neck, Harry eased it out of him before realising he had nothing to clamp the cords with. Panicked and losing blood, he looked around desperately. He found two shoe laces, a camera cord and he shredded the sheets for little strips of material. He tied them all around the babies’ umbilical cords tightly, before severing them. He ripped out all the placentas in his sac with an inhuman screech of agony before reaching over and draining a bottle of blood. It was cold and it was thick and sluggish going down his throat, but it did its job. He swallowed the second bottle as an extra safety measure as there was still a thick opening where he had cut himself that was oozing blood, but with the second bottle, it closed fully, leaving a livid red scar.

Two of his babies were wailing incessantly, a third was squalling, red faced and blood coated. Two babies were not moving, were not crying, were not breathing.

Panicked Harry picked them up and cradled them. They were tiny. So, so tiny that he was afraid to touch them, but he forced himself to lay back with the babies on his chest, snatching his discarded shirt and rubbing them frantically with it, trying to stimulate breathing. They didn’t breathe. Nothing he did made them breath and he screamed in horror and denial.

His Dracken demanded that he focus on the living babies and not the dead ones, but Harry couldn’t give in so soon as he worked at the babies with his shirt and hands, rubbing their chests and stomachs to stimulate breathing, but when they still didn’t respond he got angry and shook them, one after the other, their floppy heads snapping to and fro and when they still didn’t breath he cradled them to him, tasking in their scents, but when one of his babies gave a cry of distress, his attention switched and he dropped them and found himself cradling a squalling baby, sobbing hysterically as his two dead babies lay so still and so quiet by his knees, their extremities turning blue and their shrivelled bodies becoming cold.

He trembled as he snatched his four live babies and moved them to the corner of the room, leaving the two dead babies on the bed, but he was drawn to their tiny faces, the image already haunting him.

He laid down, automatically facing the bed, curled around his living babies, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from the two dead babies on the bed, his youngest babies, just lying there all cold and lifeless. He choked out a sob and let out a scream of rage. Why him? Why his babies? WHY?!

Soon the exhaustion of the labour and the birth pulled him into a restless, plagued sleep filled with nightmares of his two stillborn children.

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A/N: This actually makes me feel sick still just reading it and I can’t believe I actually wrote it, but there you go, that’s what the chapter was going to be before I edited it. This will forever be branded my monster chapter, just because it’s so monstrous in nature. I hope that you all DID NOT enjoy it as I didn’t.

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