Disclaimer: Not mine!

Machines whirred as the arms waved their robotic hands over the hardened shell of the egg. They carefully lifted the egg, securely, but gently, and turned it over. This provided the egg with plenty of warmth, spread evenly throughout. They lowered the egg back into the cradle and placed it down.

Doctor Henry Wu, chief specialist in genetic splicing observed the large egg as it decended back into the cradle. It was almost as tall as his hip, now, but only about three quarts as wide. He smiled as he thought of what lay protected under the hard outside. Only about three more days, before she emerged. Their best creation, as of yet. He closed his eyes as he imagined her abilities. Dromasapiharieda Yiqicryolosaurus. It was an absolute perfect name for her. Harry, the team had been calling her, for short. She was going to be his crowning glory.

He frowned when he saw a crack near the top. His heart stopped, thinking the arms had placed the egg too hard and it had cracked. If it had to be aborted, the higher ups wouldn't fund him to attempt to make another. But, then there was movement under the hard shell. The crack began to spread down, allowing a small opening to form, before chipping off.

This small chipping allowed him to see a glimps of pearly white skin, his stomach fluttered as he saw it. She was albino. More chipping and larger pieces began to scatter the floor before alarms started blaring. The creature was revealing more and more albino skin and limbs. She was hatching. The arms came out, along the long legs; its head, however, was still covered.

Several scientists came rushing in, gasping and aweing at the sight.

"Look, below the abdomin!" One of them shouted, causing all of them to stand on tiptoe to see, pressing their noses closer to the glass.

Fascinating, Henry thought, as Harry flailed its arms to reveal the most beautiful green eyes glanced around the room with curiosity. Breathtaking, he thought as the eyes zeroed in on him.

)page break(

Owen sighed as he reclined in the chopper seat. Mrs. Masrani had been adamant that he look into what Wu was up to. He agreed and disagreed with her statements. He agreed that Wu was up to something, but he, for the life of him, couldn't figure out why he had to get involed. That was the disagreement.

This led him to thinking of the last disagreement he and Claire had had. She was in a bit of a bind. She was legally responsible for the people who were injured and died. He hadn't agreed with any of that, but he knew that she would be in trouble. He stood by her up until the verdict that found her guilty of 180 counts criminal negligence in the first degree, 37 counts of assault in the second degree, and 43 counts of murder in the thrid degree. He'd told her to plea bargin, to accept the deal. The fact that there had even been one was... astonishing. He knew she wouldn't leave, free. He had offered to stay faithful to her, had told her to keep strong, they could get through it together.

She smiled, sweetly but sadly. "No, I won't let someone as alive as you wasted your life on me." She leaned forward, kissed his forehead, before stepping back and allowing the balif to cuf her. She would wait at the county jail until a sentencing hearing. "Go, live your life." She closed her eyes and turned as she was led away.

He had returned to the jail, many times, to convince her otherwise, but she had always refused to see him. Expect for the last time he came.

She walked out, still cuffed, sitting before him with stern look on her face.

"Leave," she glared, before looking away. Her jaw was set, her lips were slightly persed and a frown marred her brow. He knew her defiant stubborn look. He shook his head, remembering the first time he decided he loved that look, back on the island.

He closed his eyes, feeling a rush of sadness and anger wash through him. There was no getting through to her, now. He sighed, nodding, but leaning forward to place his parting gift on the table between them.

"You'll always have a part of me, Claire," he said, before turning and leaving.

Owen could hear a small, slight, sob as he heard her shift and pull out the single red rose that matched her hair in color. He couldn't stop and go back, now, though. He knew what she was doing, and, despite the pain, understood and accepted. Didn't mean he had to like it.

It also meant he was willing to do anything to keep his mind off of it. So, when the Masrani widow came to him with this problem, while he didn't see why he had to go check it out, he was mostly okay with doing it. Of course, that was two months ago, and with every single day that went by brought an unsettling idea that this was a stupid idea.

"All we know," Masrani said, showing him satelite pictures over what used to be the park, "is that his private jet made a four minute stop in this area." The computer did a close up of the area, showing a small jet stopping, though the video was sped up, before flying off. "It didn't pick anything up, we are sure of it. We think... it dropped something off."

Owen frowned, "Why would they drop something off? And, what exactly could they drop off that is so dangerous that fits in a private jet?"

"An inside source was only able to give us one word," she responded, "Harry."

"Hairy?" Owen frowned, he glanced around at the assebled team, "What? Like a hairy dinousaur?"

Masrani frowed, looking through her notes, "No, like a person named Harry." She shook her head, "I want you and your team to go in and find out what they did. I know you know one of the raptors," she met his eye, "if you can get them to cooperate, do it, otherwise find it and extract it if you can."

Owen rolled his eyes at the memory. Extract it. They didn't even know what it is. He could only hope Blue was still there, still recognized him as alpha and didn't want to kill him. From what Masrani had said, based on the footage of satelite video and from the parks own security feed, the raptors had somehow repopluated in the last year and a half. The theory is that Wu didn't take all of the eggs, therefore some hatched and fowned their place in the pack. Owen wouldn't be surprised at all, if that is how it had happened. Blue was resourceful. She was smart.

"Two minutes to landing." He heard over the headset. He streched and pulled out his gun, checking it over. His two pistols were holstered at his side and his Bowie knife was sheathed in his boot. He was ready. Well, as ready as he could be considering the circumstances.

He felt the helicopter begin its decent and as soon as it landed, he, and the other five of his team, jumped out. He glanced wearily at the scientist that occompanied them, as the tall, lanky, man also jumped and landed with excellent precision, despite being weighted down with a heavy looking backpack. The chopper immediately began to rise, no taking anychances. He positioned his gun, glancing around and nodding to the center control building.

"That is where we will make camp for tonight." He said, walking cautiously, know that Weasley and Wood would flank his sides, while Crabbe and Zabini stood behind Snape, guarding him. Finnigan followed up at the rear, making sure nothing was behind them.

Entering the building, the men spread out to make sure that no animals were wondering around. Snape stood near Owen, silently observing his movements with a calculating look in his eyes. The man was foreboding, to say the least. His long hair was pulled back into a low ponytale, his hook nose was very Roman looking and his tall frame hid the muscles that Owen knew were there. However, Owen ignored him while he awaited the all clear.

Upon receiving it, he led them to the stairs that would end at the control room, the only secure area. He knew the entire island ran off of solar power, so he would be able to attempt to track the raptors, observe the drop site, if possible, and keep his team safe. He was worried. He hadn't heard a single animal sound outside. He knew something was out there if the birds weren't even singing.

)page break(

Large green eyes observed as the creatures glanced around. The alpha was there. He stood ahead of the others. He knew he was being watched. He knew, but he didn't show it. The green eyed creature only knew because alpha had tension in his spine.

'Alpha,' it thought. Backing away, it silently left to meet with the rest of pack. 'Alpha is beautiful.'

)page break(

"Alright," Owen said, glancing at Wood and Zabini, who stood next to the computers, fixating on the location of the site where the jet was. "Can you speed up?"

Zabini hit a series of buttons causing the footage to speed by two times. The air craft touched down in the center of the park. It was small enough that it didn't even touch the buildings, which were ridiculously close together. However, the wings hindered the footage of what was going on underneath the craft.

Suddenly, the craft turned and flew off, leaving a maroon bundle. It didn't move.

"Keep this footage up until there is movement," Owen said, after about five minutes of footage passed with nothing happening. He turned and walked over to the coffee pot. A few sips in, he heard Zabini call him

"There is movement, but not from the package." He motioned to the creatures making their way on to the frame.

Owen sucked in a breath as soon as he saw her: Blue. There she was, leading the pack of five raptors toward the bundle.

"Any audio," he asked, but, there was none. He observed as the raptors closed in on the bundle, it suddenly started to move. He narrowed his eyes, taking note that none of the actions of the group were aggressive, simply cautious.

Blue stepped forward, her nostrils flaring as she scented whatever was in the bundle. She raised a claw, then swiped it down, effectively ripping at the bundle. If fell away in tatters and all of the men felt their heart drop as they saw a man, no older than his twenties, sit up and look up the the raptor.

"Pause it!" Owen shouted, staring hard at the screen. The picture froze.

This made absolutley no sense. Blue was a killer. She was a hunter and she had no qualms eating humans for any reason at all. She had a new pack, of at least five other raptors. He knew from the way that she scented the air before opening the bundle that the creature inside was human. She knew that it was food for her. But, instead of instantly attack the bundle... she freed the man inside.

He observed the posture of the raptors. They were calm, but cautious. None were ready to attack, none were about to jump and slam him. None were anxious for food. Blue even looked intrigued. She didn't look defensive or angry.

"Play," the picture started. The man glanced around, observing all of the raptors before flexing his arms. "Pause!" Owen said, noticing something on the arms. The picure froze, "Zoom in on him." The zoom was immediate and that was when he saw it. What. The. Fuck.

"What is it?" came Snape's British drawl from behind him. He felt more than heard the man step up next to him. "Is... is that what I think it is?"

"Scales," Owen confirmed, observing the rippling blue tint on the shoulders. "That man has scales." He felt his neck begin to sweat, "Play." The shimmering of the scales continued until the man's pale skin was no longer human looking, but scaley and rough, a gray with just a hint of blue striping all along the back.

Blue stepped back, her mouth and head moving, as though she were speaking. The man's head and mouth began moving, clearly responding to her. He stood, not cautiously, but leisurely, like he had all day. He came up their height, around six foot, and appeared to be nothing but muscle. He didn't have a tail, nor did he have their teeth. They could see he had claws, not as sharp and he didn't have their toes. He had their grace, though.

He raised his hand, allowing Blue to sniff at it. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and then threw her head back. The other raptors rushed forward and for one second, Owen felt his heart drop at the thought of the man being attacked. But, they simply gathered around him and began sniffing at him. They appeared to be... happy he was there. They all began to throw their heads back and Owen knew they were making their shouting noises of happiness that they all made.

Suddenly, all heads turned to the left, facing toward the camera. None of the cameras beyond the one they all were observing made it that day. They had no way of seeing what was happening off camera, but suddenly the man turned and ran back the way the raptors came. He shot off out of frame, as fast as a raptor, and the rest of the pack followed.

Zabini stopped the footage. Owen was stumped. What. The. Fuck?

)page break(

"Alright, clearly they made something composed mostly of human DNA," Owen said, standing over the 3D map of the compound. "The raptors are reported to be in this area constantly, this is their nesting ground." He swiped his hand over the mid-eastern forest area. "We know there is now at least one male, the creature that was dropped."

Crabbe grunted, "Could he... mate with them?" His one large eyebrow burrowed in confusion.

"I don't doubt anything," Owen said, "but, if I know Blue, and I do, she is the new alpha. And now, she has welcomed a male into her pack with open arms." He sighed, rubbing his forehead, "Snape, you will need to be armed," he motioned to one of the rifles, "do you know how to use these?"

Snape rolled is eyes, "I was in a war, Mister Grady," he picked up the rifle and expertly checked the clip. "I cannot say I am an expert shot, but I can still shoot well enough."

Owen nodded. "Good." He turned back to the group, "Do not shoot to kill, and do not shoot Blue. We have tranquilizers for this reason. The... creature is to be brought back alive. What ever it is, it still has a right to live." He motioned to the group, "We have to stick together. Like the pack, there is great power in numbers."

They headed out of the building toward where the nest was supposed to be. After about thirty-five minutes of walking, Owen motioned a stop. It was quiet. Incredibly quiet. The kind of quiet that only happened when predators were around. In this jungle... humans were not predators.

He glanced to the left, and then to the right, before facing forward. He sniffed. Blue. She was near. Close... she was...

Standing directly next to him. He nearly jumped out of his skin, but knew the sign of weakness would cause her to attack. Her eyes were narrowed and she eyed the gun, and the group, wearily.

"Blue," he said, the entire group now focused on the single raptor. Most had their guns pointed to her. She didn't look scared, which meant her pack was close by. Probably completely surrounding them, if he wasn't mistaken. "Stand down," he barked, lowering the weapon and looking her dead in the eyes.

Owen raised his hand to her, allowing her to sniff at the palm. She leaned her head forward and sniffed, cautiously. She blinked, then licked his palm. She threw her head back and clucked. Suddenly, he entire group was surrouned by the pack of raptors. Owen didn't look around, knowing if he did he would bring attention to himself and away from Blue. He was alpha, and he needed to make sure she knew this.

"Blue," he said, causing her to lower her head and look to him with a questioning gaze, "where is that man you found?"

Her head tilted. He knew she was smart, but he doubted she would understand what he said, so he walked closer, running a hand over her neck. He pinched at her jugular for a moment, attempting to assert dominance, before asking the question again. "Where is the man you found, Blue?"

"Here," came a whispered hiss. All heads, including the raptors, turned up to the trees. Kneeling on a branch was the scaled, brown and blue, man. His hair was still black, and up close you could see his eyes were the most beautiful bottle green. He was roughly twenty feet in the air, but had no issue jumping down and landing gracefully next to Blue, who gently licked under his chin.

That action made the hair on Owen's neck stand up. That was a sign of submission. He was dominant over Blue. So, she was no longer alpha, she was beta. Which made this man...

"Hello, Alpha," he whisped, walking closer to Owen, his skin returning to the non-scaled, peaches and cream color, it was before his meeting of Blue. He reached an arm up, ran a clawed hand through Owens hair and brought his face to meet Owens as he kissed the life out of him.