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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
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A/N: This is a missing scene from between chapter 57 and 58.

Night Support – Nasta and Harry

Ice cold, dead hands wrapped around his throat, pale white and slimy with freezing water, squeezing, choking him, dragging him into the lake of black, icy water he realised as his legs disappeared under the churning water and he couldn’t get the breath to scream as his heart pounded out of his chest, those hands squeezing around his throat tighter and tighter, making it impossible to breathe as he thrashed and tried to break the dead strong grip those hands had on his body, on his throat.

Icy water touched his waist and he knew he was running out of time as he thrashed and tried to scream, tried to make a noise, any noise, but those hands clenched so tightly his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he was dragged under the water, every breath took in icy water and he thrashed and struggled twice as hard, feeling how heavy his body was becoming, how weak and lethargic.

He was strong, he knew he was, but the dead were stronger and when he started losing focus, his mind blacking out, he knew it was hopeless, but the faces of several people flashed before him and he knew he had to fight, he had to fight to his last to be there for those people, they were important to him, especially the babies. He had to get back for the babies, but even as he used the last of his energy to fight back, he sank deeper and deeper into the bottomless black water, was dragged in deeper and deeper and everything was dark, everything was black and he couldn’t even bring himself to remember the names of those important people, couldn’t remember the names of those babies who made his heart swell with love. His eyes stopped seeing, his body stopped fighting and he died not knowing, or remembering, the names of those he loved, of those very special people.

He shot awake in a cold sweat, the dream still vivid in his mind as his hands automatically moved to touch the bodies around him. Blaise who was sleeping curled into a ball, his back to him, Draco on his back in the middle of the bed, Blaise’s head resting on his shoulder, Draco’s arm under Blaise’s neck and wrapped around his back and beyond them, the strong, large, comforting presence of Max, who was on his stomach, left arm flung over Draco and Blaise’s hips, hand spread and limp on the mattress, most likely it had been on his own stomach before he had shot up in bed. Harry was not in bed with them, not even in the room Nasta noticed as he looked around the bedroom. The en suite bathroom door was open and the room inside was dark, still and silent.

Nasta got out of the bed carefully, checked on each baby, whispering their name aloud as he kissed their little faces, just to affirm it in his own mind after the nightmare, that he did in fact know them.

“Calix. Regan. Tegan. Leolin. Farren.”

He looked to the bedside alarm clock and it was only just gone three in the morning. He had only slept an hour since waking up at two to feed them and it was only another hour before Leolin would want another feed.

He went into the nursery partially to check for Harry, but mostly so he could see Braiden. He had to touch his little boy and he brushed that thick hair out of the little face, smiling at the adorable picture Braiden made with his favourite pale pink dummy in his mouth. He sucked more rapidly as Nasta touched him, but settled down again quickly and he bent down to kiss Braiden gently.

“Braiden.” He whispered softly.

He left the nursery and went in search of Harry, knowing he’d most likely be in the kitchen with a cup of tea. He was right, only Harry’s face was streaked with tears that he tried to hide when he realised he wasn’t alone anymore.

Nasta ignored the attempts, sat next to Harry and brushed those tears from red rimmed eyes, feeling his heart break a little as those wide, watery green eyes looked at him with such fear and desolation, pleading silently, wordlessly, for comfort. He pulled Harry into his arms and rubbed the slim back with a firm hand.

“You had nightmares too?” Nasta asked him gruffly.

“You had them?” Harry questioned a bit self-consciously.

Nasta nodded. “Twice tonight. The first one I watched you being dragged under the water by the Inferi as I stood by, trapped and unable to help you, to reach you and save you and the second I was the one being dragged under and drowned.”

Harry shivered in his arms and let out a little sob and Nasta knew that Harry had had a dream similar to his second dream. He pulled Harry to sit straddling his lap, chest to chest, his face buried in his bare chest, but while a very intimate position, there was absolutely nothing sexual about it as he wrapped his arms around Harry to give him comfort and security, letting Harry sob on him, his self-control being tested as he felt warm tears sliding down his bare skin.

Harry took things further by wrapping his legs around his waist and squeezing him tightly, trying to do the impossible and slip into his body, Nasta answered the unspoken plea for comfort by wrapping his arms around Harry tighter and dropping his head down to rest his cheek against Harry’s hair, running his hands over Harry’s bare back and sides.

“I was so frightened.” Harry whispered as he pressed impossibly closer. “It felt so real Nasta. It felt like I was dying, that I would never see you or Max or Blaise or Draco or any of our children ever again. I don’t want to die.”

Nasta felt his eyes burn and he gave a comforting squeeze to Harry. “I won’t let you die.” He promised gruffly. “I won’t let anyone in my family die.”

Harry soaked in the comfort and let it sooth and relax him. Words they may have been, some would say meaningless or empty words or even lies, but Harry knew that Nasta meant them, that if Nasta could at all prevent it, even at cost to his own life, he would and it was that that comforted him, that even if some situations were out of their control and accidents and tragedies could happen, that Nasta would do his utmost to prevent them if he could.

The two of them stayed that way, wrapped up in each other in silence until a sleep stumbling Max carried in a crying Leolin. He boiled the kettle and set up the bottle, scooping in the milk powder and turned around to wait for the kettle to boil, trying to sooth a hungry baby and almost had a heart attack as he saw the two of them looking at him from the same kitchen chair.

“Fuck.” He breathed, raising a hand to massage his chest over his heart. “I didn’t even notice you missing from the bed. I just thought you were sleeping heavier than normal, which is why I got Leolin. Why are you awake and down here?”

“Nightmares.” Nasta answered.

“What did you have a nightmare over Harry?” Max asked concerned as he stepped forward to cup his face and give him a comforting, loving kiss.

“The both of us had nightmares.” Nasta informed the other, making Harry feel insurmountably better that Nasta wasn’t trying to hide that he had had nightmares also. “It was about the damned cave, it was so horrific Max, what we saw there was appalling and it obviously left a mark on our minds for both of us to have nightmares over it.”

Max placed Leolin into a bassinet and wrapped his huge arms around the both of them, kissing them both.

“Is there anything I can do?” He asked.

“Tea?” Harry questioned hopefully and Max smiled softly at him.

“You can have whatever you want my love. Do you want one as well Nas?”

“Please.”

Max was thankful he had been too tired to check the water level for the kettle and had put far too much in for just Leolin’s tiny bottle. He poured the water into the baby bottle first and shook it, leaving it to cool as he made honey tea for Harry and green tea for Nasta.

He handed them their tea with another kiss and fed Leolin quickly after magically cooling the milk with a spell, burped him gently as he had taken what he wanted, leaving a half inch of milk in the bottom of the bottle and placed him back into the padded bassinet.

He pulled a chair right up beside the both of them and sat right on the edge so he could wrap them both up in a comforting embrace, knowing they would have talked about something that they had shared and he would find it difficult, if not impossible, to share in on what they had gone through that day, so they had talked it out together, given the therapy they needed and the horrors they had shared through, now he was here to offer them impartial comfort. He had been told what had happened, but because he hadn’t been there, he found it difficult to relate, he couldn’t imagine going through the horror they had that morning when they went to that cave to find someone they knew was dead.

Nasta shivered in his arms and Max had a strong rush of love and protectiveness as he realised how much the nightmares had frightened Nasta and he was showing a vulnerable side that he hardly ever showed.

He pulled Nasta’s head to his hard chest and brushed fingers through the chin length, jet black hair, humming lightly, quietly and soothingly as he tried to get Harry and Nasta to sleep.

“No. Don’t wanna sleep. No more nightmares.” Harry complained, even as he yawned.

“You won’t dream any more Harry.” Max promised locking eyes with Nasta, whose eyes widened as the message got across. “Neither of you will dream again tonight.”

Nasta stood up and kissed Max hard, trying to show his love and appreciation to Max. Max smiled lovingly at him and kissed him with a quick peck, before turning to scoop up Leolin and wrapped an arm around Nasta as he carried Harry, whose head was resting on a broad shoulder.

“I love you both.” Harry said softly, quietly, sleepily.

Max chuckled and pressed against those lips, Harry reacted too late and had only just pouted his lips for the kiss as Max was pulling away and he found it so adorable.

They reached the bedroom and Max checked that no baby needed a nappy change and that they all had their dummies still and that they were all on their backs.

Blaise and Draco had taken over the bed and Nasta chuckled sleepily as he placed a drowsy Harry down and watched as he forced his space on the bed by kicking Blaise over and slipping into the warm dip Blaise’s body had made and snuggling into the warm back in front of him. Nasta followed and wrapped around Harry and Max slipped in behind him, shoving all of them across the bed until Draco was on the end cuddled around Blaise, Harry was snuggled in the large dip Draco had made, still cuddled up to Blaise’s back and Nasta found himself in the dip caused by Blaise, kept warm by Harry and wrapped up comfortingly by Max’s large arms. He found his eyelids getting heavy, his mind curiously blank as he slipped off to sleep, and true to Max’s promise, neither he nor Harry dreamed again that night.

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A/N: I love this little vulnerable scene which shows that even big, strong Nasta can be afraid given the right situation. None of them are infallible, none of them are immune to human emotion and they can and do get scared and frightened. Dominant they may be, but even the strongest, toughest men have fears, because no matter who or what they are, they have emotions like the rest of us and I wanted to show that to you all and hopefully I got the emotions I wanted to get across through to you all clearly.

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