A/N: Woot! Someone's caught on to the pleading I have done! Alrighty, this chapter goes to the ever-loving BasilMacVae! Promised that I would continue this, so I am. They were so excited!
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.
-Previously On...-
Severus allowed his gaze to sweep the Great Hall, obsidian eyes resting on those who figetted.
"You may begin shortly after I introduce your new Professors. Welcome Professor Malfoy and Professor Potter. Since I cannot run the school and be a Head of House at the same time, Professors Malfoy and Potter will work in tandem as Heads of House. Points taken are legitimate."
"A quick announcement, Severus?" He nodded to show his approval. Draco and Potter stood simultaneously, both over six feet tall. "We will not be favoring any House while we are here."
"Nor will we tolerate inter-House bullying. This was what caused the wars to begin in the first place. I hope you make inter-House friendships. Professor Malfoy and I have made a truce and stuck by it. Perhaps you can do the same." The light voice was underlined by fierce determination.
"You may begin."
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The excited chatter of the students lasted all the way until dinner ended. The Slytherins grew silent as they made their way down to the dungeons. Harry chatted with Draco, setting an example as he lounged in a chair.
"Drake, why are they so tense?"
"That is a rather good way of putting it, Harry. Perhaps it's because they are worried about the House rules changing."
"Are they?" demanded a fifth year with dark hair.
"Merlin no. Look, I think the rules are fine as they are, honestly. All I want from you is a united front and to cooperate just a tiny bit more with the other Houses; even if it's outside your comfort zone. We're not changing anything unless Drake and I consult each other. There are certain words I will not tolerate, however. The list will be posted in the Common Room come morning. Their meanings will also be posted, so that the first years understand it is not okay to call some one that." Draco backed him up with a firm nod and what he knew to be subtle Slytherin hand gestures. The Prince was now King and what he said went.
He cried out as he rolled off his bed from a nightmare. Harry groaned lowly, stumbled over to his bathroom, and splashed water on his face. He stared with wide golden eyes at his reflection in the mirror. There, faintly in front of him, was an old myth he'd read about a long time ago; Coyote.
Hello, handsome! My name's-
"Coyote. I know. How did you end up in me?"
A good question, little Host, and one I will answer in time. Your new friend is the reincarnation of my best friend, Raven.
"Draco? Oh. Anyone else from your... Realm I have to worry about?"
He who is Dark and Severe... His descendant remains within the castle. He is close to Hosting the god, taking on his powers little by little. You also have begun to take on the traits of myself. Your bloodline was my prison until you came along.
"Too powerful for my own good, hmm?" Coyote laughed, a high yip of amusement.
Sorta. Our eye colors will blend and you'll be able to see come morning. Be ready for questions.
-PoV-
Severus awoke to an awful headache that didn't clear once he'd taken his personal remedy. He also had the strangest urge to look into a mirror; going with his gut, he did.
Hello, descendant. Standing in his full length mirror beside him was a beautiful being, standing close to seven feet high and had broader shoulders than him. Ebony skin glistened as the being spoke to him once more. I am sorry about the headaches you've been getting recently. It's to adjust your body to Host mine.
"I don't want to. I abhor being controlled." The being laughed sourly, rubbing at its own head.
I know; you're the most stubborn mortal I've ever met.
"Why do you want my body?"
To Court. The problem is that he hasn't fully manifested in his Host either, but his Host is more willing.
"Who is it?"
All I know is that he has green-gold eyes and a mischievous streak a mile wide.
"Potter? You want me to Court Potter's spawn?"
You have misjudged the lion, descendant mine. Get to KNOW him better. As for yourself, I will back off... For now.
"Wait. Do you... love who you're Courting?" He asked hesitantly, his mind on Lily.
With every fiber of my being, descendant. It is why I have been pushing your body so hard; 'tis not easy to house a god of the Other Realm.
"The shadows... and the wards... That was you?"
No, actually. That is a very late Inheritance that shows up and skips every other generation of the Prince bloodline. 'Tis called Wardsight and Shadowpass.
"The family books should explain then. I have yet to hear from a Prince family member."
Your grandfather is still alive. Perhaps you ought to owl him?
"Thank you. I don't even know who you are, but thank you for taking time to explain this to me. Not many would have." he replied lowly, sneering at the thought that he sounded weak.
Ah! Forgive a god's shameful manners. I am He who is Dark and Severe, but you may call me Dark.
"Is that where my own name comes from? It's Severus... But you may shorten if you wish." He switched out his robes and Summoned the hair protection, only for Dark to raise a silver brow in questioning. "It protects my hair from Potions fumes. I am the only one qualified to teach it still."
I should tell you that it is unnecessary now. Hosts of gods tend to be immortal and retain everything. That is not needed.
"Already messing with my habits, are you?"
Now why would you think that, Severus?
"Never mind."
He found his step was more of a stride, his hair swishing about his face. Severus got irritated and pulled it back with a ribbon he kept for certain Potions. Being Dark's descendant had also fixed his nose. He sneered as the girls stopped in their tracks and giggled.
"What are you staring at? Get to class!" He snarled moodily as he swept towards the first Potions class of the day. The class went better than most; no explosions and only a melted cauldron that a student would have to replace. Classes following had more than enough explosions to make up for it, though. Yet his hair remained untouched... The girls wouldn't stop pointing and giggling behind their hands. Of course, Draco told him the reason at dinner.
"It looks like you've managed to make yourself a fanclub, Severus."
"A what?" he asked lowly, narrowing his eyes at Draco.
"They like you for your looks. It's superficial and entirely too scary to deal with on your own. Harry and I are never alone if we can help it... Those girls are RABID. Stay away from them, Sev."
"I would if I could, Draco. I cannot; there is no one else qualified at this point to teach Potions."
"Oh yes there is. Mother's quite competent." It clicked into place easily.
"Ah."
"Exactly." Severus made a face as he realized that there was a stack of Potions papers to grade that evening.
"I will send this weeks exams to Cissa myself. If she can grade them fairly, I will see to an interview. Our Potions Masters are slowly coming back from their hiding holes around the country... Perhaps a general interview?" he mused, absently clearing his plate for the first time in days.
-PoV-
Harry gave Draco a thumbs up as Severus cleared his plate and went back for seconds. The blond rolled his expressive silver eyes and made a motion that Harry nodded to.
"A general interview is good. So long as the applicant is screened and does not hold research over practicals." Harry replied to the musing, making the Headmaster turn the slightly thoughtful gaze to him.
"Good point, Pot-"
"Harry. We're colleagues as well as work together for more than a year." The thoughtful gaze narrowed before the Headmaster actually nodded. He was agreeing? Coyote did a little dance in the back of his mind.
Yes! Slowly, Harry, or we'll scare both of them off. The remark made him blush, pushing Coyote away from the fanatsies of being taken by the tall, dark Potions Master.
-Shut it! The last person I need advice from is you...-
"You make a good point, P-Harry. You may call me Severus." Behind the sinful face of his unrequited crush, Draco gave an approving smile at his blush. "Are you well?" Harry smiled winningly, tugged on the collar of his green teaching turtleneck, nearly swallowing his tongue at the genuine concern in Severus's voice.
"Yeah. My body temperature runs a little high. It's nothing a Cooling Charm can't take care-Oh! Hehe... Thanks." The Charm had been cast nonverbally and obviously wandless as well.
"I know you have a guest. Mine is more forward than the one you hold, obviously."
He who is Dark and Severe! Aww, nuts!
-What?-
He's my Severus... I thought he didn't care, or that he was Courting someone else. Never did I think that it would be ME he sought out!
-Oh... OH.-
Yeah.
-Great. And he's using my crush to Court you!- Coyote didn't reply. -Coyote? Merlin bedamned god!-
"He's a great conversationalist." Harry drawled sarcastically, the 'inner Marauder' urge to put his feet on the table damn near irresistible. "When he's not hiding from me."
"Where, in Merlin's name, were you hiding that gem?"
"Wouldn't you like to know... Where I was hiding the Slytherin in me. Didn't the Sorting Hat tell you that I was almost Sorted into your House?" Severus choked on his wine; Draco was left speechless. "I assume that's a no."
"You were what?" The younger of the two recovered faster.
"Almost Sorted into Slytherin. What? Is that bad?" he really was thinking about back-tracking the conversation to Drake's Mum.
"It means that you managed to pursuade the oldest enchanted hat in all of Europe. How?" The mirth in Severus's tone was beyond shocking.
"I just-You mean that's never happened before? Potter luck strikes... again. Lovely."
"Potter luck?" A white-blond eyebrow rose at the harsh hiss he'd said it in.
"It's complicated to explain. Whenever I do something, usually it's never been done; we all know how that works out. All I did was ask it not to put me in Slytherin."
"... You asked the Hat? Like it was a human?" Draco asked incredulously.
"Yes." Harry answered back; wasn't it obvious?
"To give that amount of power, of trust, to an object... No wonder it put you in Gryffindor; so you would stay safe! The Slytherins would have eaten you alive back then."
-PoV-
-Private Quarters of the Headmaster-
Severus paced in front of the mirror as Potter's past clicked into place. Abused (for certain), yet he retained Lily's traits... What was wrong with him? This was Potter's spawn- But he was never a bully... Not even to Draco, though he gave as good as he got, with whom he had every right. Lily shone through at every glance back into his memories. Harry was his own man; that much was clear. Stubborn like his parents, kind to a fault, and forgiving, much like a certain flower he'd once loved.
You are stunned by your attunement to my love's Host? It is not so surprising. You two were drawn to each other far before you even realized it. Young Harry obviously has a standing unrequited love for you. His eyes follow your every move. Surely you've noticed? Dark commented, sighing.
"I do now. But how does one go about Courting a wily Slythendor and his god?"
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So begins much mischief, shy gods and even shyer Hosts! Will they get what they want in the end?
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Ending A/N: Ha! That was delightful to type. I'm definitely keeping that one up! Now, on to other drabbles... ASK ME FOR DRABBLES! I'm serious!