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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169453 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
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Family Guardians

Myron Maddison was distracted. He admitted that he let very little distract him, but one of the things that did distract him, was his family. He loved his Wife and Husband, his five beautiful, wonderful children, his two grandchildren and his beautiful son-in-law. He could admit to himself that he was not particularly fond of his oldest daughter’s Husband and even less fond of his only daughter-in-law, though he would never admit such to Caesar.

Harry bounced past him yet again, such a happy grin plastered onto his face, those stunning eyes wide and genuine as he embraced Nasta Delericey on his way to one of the benches where a jug of still lemonade was situated. That tiny little submissive Dracken was better than he had ever hoped for his oldest son; he just wished that Harry had a clone that was mated to Caesar, even though he knew his second son was particularly taken with female forms. Caesar admitted, very vulgarly, that he loved women’s breasts too much to ever be comfortable with a man.

Myron once again scanned the entire area, noting where everyone was, making sure there was no one there that shouldn’t have been, that there were no unexpected dangers, took in the sullen face of Amelle with her arms wrapped tightly around a pink shawl, his two week old granddaughter, Eleonora, must have been sweltering hot and he could not understand why Caesar was doing nothing about it. He took in his first grandson, Braiden, being passed around like the heart of the party, being cooed over by so many different people. He smiled, Harry was so different to Amelle and as he watched his Wife become one of those cooing, shrieking baby hoarders, he was so very glad.

Harry darted past him again, running full pelt towards a plump red headed woman whom he recognised as the Weasley Matriarch, Harry’s sort of adopted family. It didn’t bear thinking about how Harry had grown up. He clenched a huge fist until his knuckles cracked. Those beasts would pay for harming the kind, sweet boy who was now a part of his family.

Speaking, or rather thinking, about those beasts harming children brought his attention to one Lucius Malfoy and the bruise forming on the left side of Harry’s jaw. His own jaw clenched as he swallowed back a threatening growl.

“What’s the matter love?” Richard asked as he wrapped an arm around his thick bicep.

Myron looked down into those gorgeous brown eyes and kissed Richard’s slightly chapped lips; he immediately passed over his glass of lemonade and watched critically as Richard slowly sipped it down.

“It’s paining you again, isn’t it?” He asked mildly and watched as Richard grimaced as he swallowed and his mate moved a slender hand to cup his throat and the mounds of scar tissue there.

“No more than usual.” Richard answered tightly. “I’ve laughed too much to escape pain.”

Myron hated that his mate, his Husband, his friend couldn’t laugh as much as he wanted to because of that damned scar. Richard was one of the most fun loving people he had ever met; it was distressing to see him hold himself back, to cringe in pain as he laughed, it had used to come so easily to him, Richard’s laugh would always be the first sound he heard in the mornings, the highlight of his day had been listening to Richard laughing accompanied by five childish squeals and giggles of joy. But after the incident that had taken away their youngest, unborn son and almost claimed their submissive, the incident that had scarred Richard permanently and had almost killed him, the incident that had left them feeling betrayed and bereft, Richard had laughed less, had become more serious, he had grown up and Myron loathed the bastards that had ripped the innocence from both of his mates eyes. He had loved that little gleam of innocence they both held, it had been what drew him to Ashleigh during her mate meeting, it had been that gleam in her eyes, the soft laughter, the childish way she acted when she felt comfortable that had made him fight fang and claw for her, he had killed eighteen other dominants during Ashleigh’s three week meeting and she had gone and chosen Richard. A new arrival, a younger, slender man with average wings, it wasn’t often that a submissive chose a dominant younger than herself, but Ashleigh had felt a kinship with Richard. He made her laugh until tears streamed down her face, even if he was inappropriate at times, he made her childish nature come to the forefront with his own childishness instead of burying it or suppressing it like other dominants would wish to do, they were so similar, so perfect together, he had been so jealous.

Ashleigh had called another meeting only a month after she had chosen Richard and he had felt hope swell within him. He had another chance, one last chance he realised as Ashleigh addressed them holding Richard’s hand tightly, lovingly. They were deeply in love after such little time. She had needed a second mate to get her pregnant and he swore he would kill every other dominant in the room to have her.

It was Richard who noticed him, not Ashleigh. It was Richard who was drawn to him and he tugged Ashleigh towards him as well with his interest. Myron had been set to force himself to like Richard to get Ashleigh, but it hadn’t been necessary. Richard was so easy to love, so much like Ashleigh that the things he had loved about her, he loved in Richard also. It was so easy to love Richard, so very easy to love them both and he was so glad that they had seen something in him, that they had chosen him as their final mate.

But he had gone on a tangent as he caught sight of long, platinum blonde hair. He never wanted the little gleam of innocence to leave Harry’s stunning emerald eyes. It had already been faded when they had met and with the revelation that his home life was abusive, it wasn’t any wonder, but he would not stand to see his tiny son-in-law hit in his presence or even out of his sight, he would destroy the threat to that little smidgen of innocence that Harry had left, he would preserve it within Harry as he hadn’t been able to with his own mates.

“I think Lucius Malfoy and I need to have a little chat.” Myron growled.

“I was thinking the same thing.” An angered voice beside him agreed.

Myron looked over to Aneirin Delericey and the hot, burning anger he saw in those eyes made him nod in approval. All three of them would look out for Harry because he was special, because he treated their sons like actual people and not something to wipe his feet on as he walked over them.

“I was thinking that actions speak louder than words.” Richard put in.

“Let us not sink down to his level love.” Myron chastised lightly, even though he was feeling the same way.

Richard pulled a face that made Myron smile, just barest up tilt to his lips, but Richard saw it and he grinned.

“Let’s go and show Mr Malfoy that he can't hit our Harry without repercussions.” Aneirin stated as he strode over to where Lucius was sneering at the recently arrived Weasley family.

“We need to talk.” He said as soon as he reached Lucius, who raised a perfectly sculpted blonde eyebrow.

“Don’t look like that; I’m sure you know what we’re on about.” Richard told the Malfoy Patriarch.

“Gentlemen, why don’t we take this some place more private? Maximilius’ orchard should do just fine.” Myron cut in.

The four of them walked towards the orchard and Myron led them deep enough in so that they couldn’t see Max’s back garden any more and more importantly, no one from the back garden could see them.

He turned in a flash and bunched Lucius’ shirt collar in his hands, pulling the shorter man off of his feet and up to his face.

“How dare you strike Harry!” He hissed. “How dare you hit him! He is a seventeen year old boy! What were you thinking?!”

Richard placed a calming hand on his back and Myron breathed deeply, letting Lucius Malfoy fall back to the floor.

“What did Harry do to deserve being struck?” Aneirin asked.

“No child ever deserves to be struck!” Myron yelled, quickly losing his composure.

“I have already explained to Harry and my Wife and later I will explain to Draco that I struck Harry in a moment of anger which should never have happened. I lost my composure and I will work on never letting it happen again.” Lucius told them bitingly.

“Damn right it’ll never happen again.” Richard snarled. “If you try to harm Harry again I will take pleasure in eating your unworthy hands!”

“Now love, calm yourself.” Myron coached. They needed one another to keep their calm so they didn’t rip Lucius Malfoy limb from limb.

“I have explained that I had a rare lapse in judgement, I am not used to being spoken to the way Harry approached me, I reacted very undignified and my Father will be rolling in his grave at my ill-judged actions.”

“I don’t care if you had a lapse in judgement; I want you to swear an oath that it will never happen again!” Myron demanded.

“What would this oath entail?” Lucius asked with narrowed steel grey eyes, suspicion shining within them.

“That you will not ever strike a child, including Harry, ever again, that you will not maliciously harm him or purposefully seek to endanger or hurt him.” Aneirin supplied.

Lucius Malfoy was silent as he combed through the wording, trying to find any hidden double meanings and when he was happy that there were none, that he was not being set up and that the oath was doable, he begrudgingly agreed.

“Let us never speak of this incident again.” Myron told the three of them, calmer and feeling more like himself now that the threat had been terminated. The oath wouldn’t allow Lucius to do what he had sworn not to.

“Agreed.” Lucius answered as he straightened his shirt as they made to move out of the orchard and back towards the garden.

“So Lucius, how is the new Bill sitting with the Minister?” Myron asked as they exited the last of the trees as if they hadn’t just forced him to swear an oath in the orchard.

“He isn’t too happy that I am suddenly on the ‘band wagon’ for non-human rights and basic humane needs for non-humans, Ms Umbridge is being a decidedly unhelpful poison in his ear, but I am sure I can at least sway some of the Minister’s mind to see what I wish him too.”

“The new Bill I am posing should help yours through faster.” Myron told the blonde as Richard wandered off, bored like a child of the talk of politics and Aneirin excused himself to speak to his sons, who it seemed were having a disagreement.

“I am certain that together we can at least get small amounts of freedom for non-humans, though I am unsure whether it will extend to ‘dark and dangerous creatures’, the Minister is particularly afraid of werewolves, which is why the current laws are so slated against them. I doubt that the thought of Drackens being considered in this Bill has crossed the Minister’s mind.”

“I think it’s time for a new Minister.” Myron stated with a sly smirk.

“I believe you are correct on that matter.” Lucius agreed as he watched his son embrace Harry and the child, Braiden his mind supplied, the smile on his son’s face was an expression he had never seen before and it saddened him that Draco’s life had been far from the perfect image the family portrayed to those outside of their house. He wasn’t sure how far the truce with Potter went, but he vowed that he would at the very least try to get on better with them all as he watched Draco let out a deep, belly laugh at something Harry had said, for Draco’s sake. This was all for Draco, his baby dragon.

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A/N: Huge thanks to roosickle for this lovely idea! I couldn’t have done it without you!

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