A/N: A slight AU. Snarry in the Roaring 20s, with Magic! Whoo! Do me a favor and listen to the song with the same name by the Andrews sisters. It'll make more sense that way. Oh, and it's set in America, since I'm not versed in British History during the 20's; I hope you don't mind.

DISCLAIMER: No matter how much I wave my wand, I will never own Sev and our favorite green-eyed Wizard. *sobs*

WARNING: Yaoi (boyXboy) is an important part of these. If you don't like, DON'T READ. 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.

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Severus lit his cigarette and leaned on the corner of the building, pulling his black fedora lower over his eyes. He did not wish to be bothered tonight.

"Cobra."

"What do you want, Wormtail? Didn't the Dark Lord tell you not to speak to me ever again?" he hissed lowly, his wand flicking into his hand, glamoured as a pistol if a Muggle ever saw it. "Crucio!"

"No-" the protest was quickly silenced with a spell and he watched with distain as the rat Animagus writhed like the pathetic being he was.

"What was that? More?" he taunted as he released the torture curse first. The lowly Death Eater shook his head no rapidly. "Then what was the real reason you bothered me?" Another flick of his wand lifted the second spell.

"Her... Her child lives. Our Lord is no more." Long seconds ticked past as Severus stood there in stony silence.

"You will be of use to our Lord when he returns, rat. Make yourself scarce!"

-Eighteen Years Later-

-PoV-

Harry shivered as the sensation returned. The one where he felt sinful and debauched, even though he was quite clearly a virgin. He knew, logically, that it was impossible; but he did things. Weird things, but especially when he was angry or frightened. Snakes spoke to him and the gangs avoided him for all that and more. He ran a small bakery, getting alcohol from the speak-easies in return for the laced pastries. Harry also knew that gangs frequented his business, so he kept his weird talents on hand, including a very poisonous black cobra he'd been offered by a black-market trader. Speaking to it (in public, at least) caused mass panic from the gangsters. Though lately? His place had been filled with people who had his talents, only they used thin wooden sticks; wands, they called them. He could see right through whatever it was that kept them disguised as traditional gang weapons.

-PoV-

Severus tapped his wand impatiently against his thigh, making the bakery customers flee.

"That's not good for my business, you know." the British drawl was soft, but pronounced.

"Does it look like I care?"

"I know what you can do. I've seen a lot of you in here, lately. I can see through whatever it is you have on your... wand." the words, while hesitant, were coupled with a firm tone. "What the hell is going on?"

"I take it if you can see through glamours, then you must be pretty powerful. What is your wand?"

"I don't have one. I was born this way." An untrained, extremely powerful, wizard? Oh, the Dark Lord would kill for this man...

"Light or Dark?" Severus snarled abruptly.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Green eyes looked at him in confusion and suddenly it clicked. This was Lily's child! "Honestly."

"We can't speak here."

"Yeah, we can. Give me a moment." What followed shocked him almost into falling out of his seat. Smooth, silibant hissing was spilled in a constant stream. "Alright. It's as safe as it's going to get."

"Only one wizard... knows that language."

"Then tell me what he's like."

-PoV-

Harry sat in shock, the axis of his world heaving sharply as it had when he'd lost his parents and his family all in one. The Dursleys had never been... kind... to be polite. He'd endured because, or in spite of, his unusual talents. To find out that he'd missed out on an education, a chance at friends... He was in a mood of murderous anger. The dark man (who said to call him Severus) had revealed all of it, everything laid bare for him to see. A bloody prophecy he'd never asked for, people he didn't even know he was supposed to protect, and worse yet? Kill a man nearly three decades older and with a lot more expirience!

"Who was the idiot who brought this to the Dark Lord the prophecy?" he finally asked, knowing he'd not like the answer.

"It was me." the toneless voice was nothing like the rich velvet he'd grown used to over the past four hours.

"You? I don't believe it."

"It's true." Again with the voice, cold and unfeeling.

"Alright. Let's start with the man who betrayed my parents. Where is he?"

"He searches for youas we speak."

"Yet you're a double-spy."

"Indeed." There, back to the velvet Harry appreciated so much.

"Okay, answer me this then; what is it I do with the snakes?"

"It is a rare ability, to speak with snakes... They call it Parseltongue and the ones who speak it Parselmouths. Are those all of your questions?" Harry shrugged.

"Look, an entire world, that before today, I knew nothing about asks that I defeat a wizard who could probably kill me. Who am I to turn my back?"

"Oh, just ignore the war and get on with this life you have. It's quite simple, actually." the sour tone only increased the velvet.

"But that would make me even crueler than the Dark Lord who has you all fearing his name. I know something of this war, so I have to do something. But..." A brilliant idea clicked in his mind.

"But what?"

"I insist on you keeping me company after I've done my part." Black eyes widened, then narrowed in what Harry assumed would be deadly if anyone else had faced it.

"I live alone, I work with part-time employees, and I sleep alone. I want company, Severus. Peace with you is all I ask; nothing more."

"I can come and go as I wish? Do as I please?"

"Yes. I know what it's like to live with people you don't particularly like." he demurred, reading the older man like a book. "You can even come after those... meetings of yours. I offered my home to give you one. It's not much, but it's there." The Death Eater cum spy sat for a while, the candle burning lower as he thought.

"Does it extend to tonight as well?"

"Of course. I have dinner in the ice-box."

-Six Months Later-

-PoV-

Severus stared at the bloody remains of the monster who'd murdered his best friend and her husband. Harry had been unrelentingly vicious when he found out that the Dark Lord had been the one to take away his happiness. A bloody hand landed on his shoulder, making him flinch away from touch.

"Hey. Uh, sorry about that... You don't like being touched, right?" Ebony brows furrowed as Harry removed his warm hand. He put it right back, then leaned into the strong presence, sensing that something far greater than himself was going on in this moment. "I would never treat you like... he did."

"I know." Severus murmured against Harry's shoulder, feeling wanted in this embrace. "You're too sentimental for that." A soft chuckle had the arms tightening the embrace shortly before the other hand stroked through his hair. Perhaps there was a way to make all of this work out...

Ending A/N: So? What'd you think?