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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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Altercation

Maximilius laughed happily as he joked with his Father, Richard. He pushed his recent disagreement with Harry out of his mind. Nasta had ordered both him and Draco to be more tolerant of Harry’s werewolf friend, he didn’t like it. He didn’t like that there was a diseased creature near his son, but what Harry had said was true, he couldn’t have it both ways, he needed to trust that Harry knew this man and knew he wouldn’t harm their newborn baby. He couldn’t ask Harry to go on his word about his Mother and not show Harry the same amount of trust back, it didn’t work like that and he knew it, no matter how much he didn’t like it.

He sneaked a peek at Harry and the werewo…Remus, his mind automatically corrected. The werewolf was holding Braiden tightly and his Dracken side lurched to the forefront, demanding that he snap the thing’s neck like a twig for daring to touch a baby Dracken, his baby Dracken, but he calmed himself, helped with his Dad’s hand on his arm and the softly asked ‘Are you alright Max?’

“Yeah, fine.” He answered as he turned back to face his Dad, who looked so worried for him. He grinned and cracked a joke that had his Dad laughing again, wiping that look of worry from his face.

A loud screech had everyone looking to Amelle, who had dived onto Harry’s back and was repeatedly hitting his head into the ground.

Max saw red and he charged at the woman, even as Harry ripped Amelle’s hair with both of his hands, but Aneirin got there first.

“Get her off of Harry!” Draco yelled.

“She’s going to hurt him!” Blaise snarled.

“Get her Harry! Take out her bitchy tongue!” Alayla cheered.

“Alayla!” Kimberly said shocked, holding a hand to her heart.

Aneirin got to Harry first and went to separate them when Harry twisted to the side and sunk his fangs deeply into his arm. He let out a yell and backed away, pulling his shirt over his head with one hand and pressing it tightly to his arm, waiting for it to stop bleeding.

Max watched in stunned disbelief as Harry kicked Amelle off of his body, straddled her waist, pulled her head up by her hair and threw a powerful punch directly at her face. He winced as he heard the bone crack and saw the burst of blood.

He rushed forward and seized Harry from behind, pulling him away from Amelle, but was dismayed to see Harry’s hands wound tight in Amelle’s hair, dragging her head with them as he pulled.

Harry screamed then, pain filled and it tore at something within him as Nasta wrapped an arm each around an out of control Blaise and Draco, who would attack Amelle and likely kill her before they could stop them. Hearing Harry screaming in pain hurt him and he ached to attack his sister-in-law for making Harry scream like that.

He felt air passing his leg and looked down just in time to see Harry’s pulled back leg go flying into Amelle’s thigh. If this situation wasn’t so serious he’d be proud of Harry for the way he fought. But the situation was serious; if they weren’t stopped and separated then they could kill one another so very easily, this situation needed to be controlled.

He slipped his hand into Harry’s hair and closed it into a fist. He didn’t want to punish Harry, but he needed for him to stop, they both needed to stop and if Harry had to be punished for that then he’d do it, he would rather punish Harry than have him killed by his uppity, snobbish, bitchy sister-in-law.

“Let go of her Harry.” He demanded, not showing any weakness, even though he wanted to plead with his submissive to let her go, pleading would do him no good when Harry was this enraged, he needed to be more dominant than Harry in this situation if he was even going to get through to him.

His two Dads were on either side of where Harry and Amelle were joined, they were gently trying to extract Harry’s fingers from Amelle’s hair, even as he and Caesar held around their mate’s waists, trying to demand them to stand down. Aneirin was back and was crouched on the floor trying to deflect the sharp claws that kept trying to sink into Harry’s tender belly and Harry’s powerful kicks which were bruising Amelle’s legs badly.

As Amelle sunk claws into Harry yet again in an attack that Aneirin couldn’t deflect, as the scent of blood filled his senses, Max became fearful. How much blood had Harry lost? How cut up was he? How long did he have before he died from blood loss?

“Harry, let go!” He demanded again, but his voice wavered, his fear showing through.

He tightened his hand in Harry’s hair and pulled his head back, bending Harry’s neck at an angle. Harry needed to be seen to immediately. He was going to die.

Harry hissed at him and outright defied him by winding Amelle’s hair around his wrists, yanking her with such a force she came off of her feet. Max held Harry up, hoping that they could separate them now that Amelle was distracted by her fall, but he was dismayed to see Harry still holding on strongly to Amelle’s hair, forcing her head from the ground as her body lay splayed, scrambling to get to her knees as the pain in her scalp worsened.

“Let go Harry!” Nasta yelled over all the noise. Max felt the order in those words and felt sure that Harry would obey, but Harry did no such thing.

“Get him off!” Amelle screeched thickly in pain from her broken nose. Max felt his rage hike up a level at her underhand tactics, the tears in her voice were absent from her face. “Caesar! Caesar get him off me! Please!”

Max was frozen in shock as Caesar immediately let go of his mate, pulled back his fist and punched Harry’s mouth. He looked at his horrified brother, his fist still raised in the stance he had hit Harry with, before his gaze went to the ground, to his tiny submissive mate, lying on the grass with blood pouring from his mouth, stunned from the punch, numb from the force of it. Caesar was a Dracken; he could have broken Harry’s neck with a punch like that.

He roared as the rage encompassed his entire body and mind. He tackled his still frozen brother and started throwing punches at him, wanting to avenge Harry, he wanted to hurt the one who had hurt his submissive, he couldn’t hit Amelle because not only was she a woman, she was a submissive, but he could hurt Caesar. Caesar who was Amelle’s dominant and Husband, Caesar who had just crossed the line, Caesar who had broken the unspoken rule of brotherhood by punching Harry, his submissive mate and future Husband.

Caesar started fighting back after a vicious punch to the chin. They were both shoving at one another, trying to gain the upper hand, but Max was bigger, heavier and stronger than his little brother, so pinned him to the grass easily as he repeatedly hit Caesar for his transgression against him and Harry.

Their Dads were there then, shouting and pulling, but Max was furious with Caesar for punching Harry. It was against the law for a dominant to hit a submissive. It hurt worse knowing that it was his own brother who had injured his mate.

“Stop it Max!” Richard begged his son; he was not above pleading with his son to stop.

“Maximilius!” Myron’s voice boomed so deeply it reverberated within his lungs. “Remember that your brother is not as strong as you are, you could kill him. You will only regret it later, you will come to loath yourself if you killed Caesar. Leave him be.”

“He hit Harry! Harry has already been hit too many times in his life! With Malfoy hitting him a few hours ago, Amelle tearing him up, now my own brother punches him! He doesn’t deserve it! He’s been hit several times today already!”

Max hissed the last out and clenched Caesar’s arms with his claws, his brother cried out and it was that small whine of pain that brought Max back into himself. He remembered another instance when he had heard that little whine of pain.

He had been thirteen and he was so strong, so powerful and had just started developing muscle definition. Caesar was just eleven and was still very slender and androgynous, their parents had still believed he would be a male submissive and had taught Max to be very careful with his little brother because even though he was a boy like he was, he wasn’t built the same as he was, that Caesar could be hurt very easily by him.

He remembered being so very protective of his four younger siblings, he remembered shepherding them away from dangers, like the river at the very bottom of the garden; he remembered shadowing them as they played, exerting so much control as he played with them so he didn’t hurt them.

But there had been four of them and only one of him. He had been seeing to Talia, who had fallen over and skinned her knee. He had taken his eyes off of Caesar for a moment, the next he knew was that stomach clenching whine of agony. He had turned around and saw Caesar on the floor holding his leg. The jagged end of his shin bone was visible through his skin. He had fallen over and his leg had gotten caught in a tree root. The bone had just snapped under the pressure of Caesar’s body falling whilst his ankle had been trapped and his shin had bent over the tree’s unyielding roots.

He had ordered Julinda to get their parents as he rushed to Caesar and scooped him up, ordering Caesar not to look at his leg. Of course he hadn’t listened and had looked. The tears came then, thick and fast as Caesar started sobbing and crying, screaming in agony. Max had hoped to never hear that sound again, he had sworn to himself that he would never let anything happen to Caesar to cause him to make that sound again and here he was eighteen years later, the cause of that whine of pain.

He let go of Caesar like he had been burnt and stood up on shaky legs, bile burning the back of his throat as he looked at what he had done to his little brother.

“Oh Caesar. I’m so sorry!” Max whispered as he fell back to his knees and embraced his brother.

Max felt his heart lift when Caesar hugged him back, laying his face next to his own.

“No I’m sorry. I should never have hit Harry; I let my Dracken side take over for just a moment when I heard Amelle beg for me to help her. I never meant to hit Harry. I’d never want to hurt him and not just because he’s your mate, or because he’s a submissive. I like Harry, he’s amazing, brilliant. I like him a lot Max and I consider him a friend, I just hope he can forgive me for this.”

“Do I need to pull the both of you over my knee?” Myron asked seriously and watched with a slightly sadistic glee as both of his grown sons went stark white at the, not completely empty, threat.

Max had many memories of being pulled over his Father’s knee, that huge hand leaving his bottom stinging for hours as he sniffled away, vowing to never do what misdemeanour he had committed ever again. His Father would always leave them to think about what they had done for an hour or two with their burning bottoms before he would find them again and hold them in the very lap they had been bent over, cuddling them and reassuring them that he still loved them very much, but that their behaviour would not be tolerated and if they behaved in the same way again then they would receive an additional swat to the standard three they already received for a first time offence.

Both he and Caesar shook their heads as Richard laughed at their horrified faces at being threatened with a spanking in front of everyone, including their mates.

“I think they’ve learnt their lesson love.” Richard grinned at Myron. “They’ve made up and I’m sure this was a onetime thing.”

Myron nodded his head sharply, before flicking it to one side to dismiss them. “Shoo the both of you, your mates need you.”

Max turned and jogged to Harry, listening as Amelle immediately started on Caesar. He calmed himself as he heard what she was screaming at his brother and instead brushed his fingers in the drying patch of blood clinging to Harry’s split lip.

Caesar dragged Amelle into the house and presumably through the floo to their parent’s house where they were staying and Max hoped that his brother finally stopped being her doormat and realised that he had more power than he realised. He looked back to Harry’s broken and still sluggishly bleeding body. Amelle’s claw marks weren’t healing. He longed to wipe away all of Harry’s cuts, bruises, aches and pains. He swore that he would never, ever again let Harry get this hurt. He had been so frightened as he tried desperately to split Harry’s delicate, tender belly from Amelle’s sharp claws, so terrified that Amelle would take away Harry’s life. That she would take away his lover, his son’s Mother. Never again he promised as he flanked Nasta who moved to take a sleeping Harry to the bedroom, grabbing his dragon hide case on the way to the bedroom to fix up what he could with his potions. Never again would he let Harry get into such a dangerous situation where he could be killed. Never again.

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A/N: This one’s for FoxxyWeasel, who wanted to see the fight from Max’s point of view. Hope you like it.

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