A/N: Alrighy then, this one's for Kikyou313! I converted him/her to drabbles! I flailed and smiled so hard my face hurt... The title gives it away! Enjoy and ta-ta! Oh, and VERY AU. Like I'm not even kidding. Sorta-kinda a song drabble!
DISCLAIMER: No matter how much I wave my wand, I will never own Sev and our favorite green-eyed Wizard. *sobs*
WARNING: Yaoi is an important part of these. Please desist in flaming.
-Ryder
P.S. There may be more than one title that gets a continuation; Dragon's Might, Dragon's Might II... etc.
P.P.S. READ ME FIRST! LOTS OF TIMESKIPS! Oh, and merpeople don't age much, so Sev kinda looks the same as he did before he met Harry.
-Muirgheal-
Severus sang, luring the boat closer to his waiting sisters who pounced the minute the sailors were in range. He sighed lowly as he sank beneath the waves...
Lily played with his tail as he flicked it in and out of the water. The Princess of the castle had been shocked to find a bleeding merboy on her beach, but she had taken care of him and had become his only friend. Being Prince of the Sea was not always easy on him; Lily had much the same burden, so they related rather well.
"Sev?"
"Yes, Lily?"
"There are some Princes who are visiting, so be careful. Not all of them respect sea-life like my family does, okay?"
"Hey, Jamsie, what's that thing your future Queen's playing with?"
"Dunno. Let's go poke it with a stick." Severus's sharp hearing caught the conversation of two of the said Princes.
"Lily, I have to go. Two of them are on their way here." He disappeared into the waves, looking at them from a rocky outcrop.
"Hey there, Lils!" Lily narrowed her bright green eyes and threw a rock at the boy.
"I'm not Lils. My name is LILY."
"So what was that thing you were playing with?" The boy with the blue-grey eyes asked.
"Sev's not a thing! He's a merman!" Both boys laughed uproariously.
"A merman, Jamsie, a merman! Ooo... So scary!"
"He is! And he's nicer than both of you!" Lily defended hotly, her hands clenched into fists.
"Hey, Siri? She looks kinda mad..." The boy with hazel eyes began to tug on the other boy's arm.
"So? There's no such-" Severus laughed as he used his wave power to douse both of them. "Did you hear that?" Severus swam only a little closer, using his tail to prop him upright in the water. "There!"
"Lily, go back to the castle. I have the Prince and his mutt from here."
"Mutt? I'll have you know that I'm from a prestigious House!" Obsidian eyes rolled as he swam back and forth, never getting any closer.
"Why should it matter? I'm not one of your subjects." He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his ebony tail fins at them.
"She wasn't lying then..."
Severus sneered at the astonishment. "Lily would never lie; even if it's for her own good, Prince Potter." The hazel eyes widened.
"How do you know my last name?"
"Oh, merpeople listen to the sea, you know. She... tells us things, if you get my drift." With that last snark, he dove beneath the waves, waving with his tail at Lily who was up on the sheer cliffs.
-Ten Years Later-
Severus keened as he watched them bury his beloved Lily on the cliff facing the sea. He allowed himself to grieve for the woman who had shown him how to love. A song thrummed in his blood and he let it loose.
"When you were standing in the wake of devastation
When you were waiting on the edge of the unknown
With the cataclysm raining down
Your inside's crying save me now
You were there, impossibly alone
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation
You build up hope but failure's all you've known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go
Let it go
And in a burst of light that blinded every angel
As if the sky had blown the heavens into stars
You felt the gravity of tempered grace
Falling into empty space
With no one to catch you in their arms
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation
You build up hope but failure's all you've known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation
You build up hope but failure's all you've known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go
Let it go."
-Seven Years Later-
He always came here on the anniversary of Lily's death. In no way had he expected a young man with Lily's eyes sit on her rock and hum the song he'd sang nearly a decade previously. This man also shared a great deal of her facial features; her son, perhaps? Severus swam closer until he was nearly touching sand with his hands and fins.
"'Lo." He jumped at the sound of the soft tenor directed at him, narrowing his eyes in distrust. "Whoa, not gonna harm you. Mum talked a lot about you." Severus sat down on the sand bank, lifted his tail out of the water, and raised an eyebrow. "About that too. How you always took her on the most fantastic voyages..."
"She clung like a limpet." The sarcastic drawl was out of his mouth before he could make it more polite.
"Dad doesn't do much besides Kingship duties and paperwork. He never talks about her. It... It sounded like you two were really close."
"We were. 'Tis rude, but I never knew how. All I saw was the funeral."
Sadness flashed in Lily's eyes before a soft sigh escaped the man. "She was murdered. By a chambermaid loyal to a Lord who wanted her for himself. Dad hung him. It's how I got this." Ebony locks were casually swept aside to reveal a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead. "Oh, where are my manners? My name's Harry Potter." He held out a calloused hand. Severus shook it and stretched.
"I assume you know mine, then."
"Mum called you Sev. I didn't think it would be appropriate to call you-"
"Severus, Prince of the Sea. I take it you are your father's heir?"
"Yeah, how did you know?" Shock was visible on Harry's face, aristocratic features even more beautiful in the fading sunlight. Wait, did he actually just think that?
"We're in similiar positions. It's how my friendship with your mother started..."
-PoV-
He sat and listened to story after story of his Mum's grand adventures. Severus's deep baritone was perfect for story-telling... not that Harry would ever tell him that. The merman was stunning in person (so to speak); Mum hadn't even come close. Obsidian eyes flashed with high emotions. Dripping ebony locks had escaped from the tight braid that hung over one pale, broad shoulder to dip into the sea as Severus's hands mimicked the movements he'd had to pull to escape the huge shark with Harry's Mum still on his back.
"And that was the best one we had. Lily was laughing for ages on that rock right there after we got back here. Her father scolded her, her mother, her sister... Oh, everyone really. She was well loved. Harry? The sea says that your father is hoarse from calling your name. He is... much worried. Perhaps we might meet again?"
"When?" The word was out of his mouth before he got a chance to tell the gorgeous merman no.
"A week?"
"Tomorrow?" He bargained; the stories were all he'd ever heard of his Mum.
"I cannot. My Father demands I return home at least once a year. It takes me a week to get here from my home."
"A week it is, Severus." The merman looked to be struggling with something.
"You may... You may call me Sev."
Harry was on cloud nine; even if Dad chewed him to bits! He'd finally met Sev!
"Why the hell are you wet of all things?" Dad finished his rant, hugging Harry tightly to him. "And smiling like a love-sick fool?"
"I saw him."
"Saw who?"
"Mum's merman." Shock, awe, then black fury rolled over his father's face at a terrifying rate. "Dad?"
"James, no! You promised Lily!" Siri yelled, holding his Dad back.
"That I wouldn't kill the fishy bastard! Not that I wouldn't hurt him!"
"He's gone. He has to go home once a year to his Father. Sev didn't-"
"DO NOT SAY HIS NAME IN FRONT OF ME!" Harry stiffened, then locked away his emotions, his green eyes closing off.
"James! Your son is still here. You're pushing him away!" His Dad looked at him, curled into himself, nails biting into his arms. Blood was spreading over the clean white tunic. Harry felt himself shaking before he passed out.
-A Week Later-
Harry mulishly poked at his uneaten fish, glaring at it like it was the source of all his problems. Dad really had gone too far.
"Harry?" Moony was his favorite uncle. He understood a lot more than anyone else; he was a werewolf, he had to.
"Hn."
"Harry. Why won't you talk to your Dad?"
"Because of the bloody, twenty-four hour guard. I want to talk to Severus! He'd understand... I don't have any friends. I can't without wondering if they're after the throne or just toadying up to me so they can 'help' the future King. Sev knows how I feel. I know he does. Hell, he was Mum's best friend. No one ever wants to talk about her, especially Dad. I want out, where no one's watching my every move and judging me whether or not it's Princely enough, Moony." His uncle sighed.
"It's complicated."
"Everything's complicated, Moony. Why can't it be simple for a while? That evening is the brightest I've had in a long time, dammit." Amber eyes bored into his own bright green.
"You really mean it, don't you?"
"Yeah."
He could kiss Moony! Really; his uncle was a genius to play that angle. So here he was, meeting Sev for the first time in a week. A splash alerted him to Sev's arrival.
"Sev!"
Severus smiled at his cheerful greeting and shook his head in amusement. "Hello, Harry. Just like Lily... Always excited to see me, whether it's a week or only a few hours. Would you like to go on your own adventure?"
"Hell yes!"
"Then put your feet into the-"
"NO!" Harry jumped in, gasping at the feel of his feet fusing together into a beautiful bright green tail with feathery fins. "No, that curse was supposed to stay dormant!" He looked up to see his Dad clutching at his hair madly.
"What curse?" Harry frowned as he asked the obvious question.
"It's a long story..."
He reeled at the implications. Severus had taught him how to use his awesome new fins, and now he was swimming enthusiastic circles around the merman.
"So, long story short, a curse that makes you human on land with fresh water and a merman in salt? Really, what was this witch thinking when she cast it?"
"To punish me, merman. She knew I despised your kind the most... But I could never hate my own son. I'm glad he has you around to teach him." That was the closest thing his Dad had ever said to an apology.
"That's 'I'm sorry' in Dad speech. Don't worry about it. I think it's cool."
"Says the one who's cursed. King Potter, I do believe you have a handful." Severus drawled dryly, exchanging a look with his Dad.
"Like you wouldn't believe."
Ending A/N: Ooo, that was even better than the last two and a blast to write! You should offer me more like that. Urgh, it's late and Imma sleep now... But before I do? ASK ME FOR DRABBLES! And read m' profile! Anyone who can gues the song without looking it up gets their own one-shot!