A/N: Woot! Someone's caught on to the pleading I have done! Alrighty, this chapter goes to the ever-loving BasilMacVae! She asked for an aggressive bottom Harry and Medusa. I am NOT copying Reizbar Ookami, so no saying I am. I hold a healthy level of respect for her and would never disregard her previous claims.
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. Sex in this one!
-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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"You bastards! You'll never get away with this!" he snarled, blindfolded, bound hand and foot.
"Oh, but we will." came the oily response of the Umbitch, almost crooning as the boat yawed and pitched violently. "The Ministry agreed as one that you are a threat to our well-being." Harry bared his teeth and dropped into Parseltongue, cursing her.
"Sstrife and ruin, damnation and death, I assk that you sseek out thiss witch. As I will it, sso mote it be; as I will it, sso mote it be!"A sharp slap stopped his external cursing. He kept up the chant mentally, slowly working it around to the Minister (still Fudge, surprisingly). He deliberately excluded known Death Eaters as well as those he knew and loved. Sand filled his mouth as he was tossed onto the cold beach.
"Oh, and taking off that blindfold? You'll die a slow and painful death." she left as a parting shot, cackling madly.
"Bugger."
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He heard footsteps then a long intake of breath. Still trussed like a game-bird, he bit his lip, closing his eyes against the inevitable.
"Again? Will they not learn that I'm a sculptor and leave well enough alone?" the silky voice hissed softly, slender fingers picking apart the knots with ease. "Your name?"
"Uh, Harry."
"Hmph. Do try to be civil. Last name as well." the voice prompted, hands tugging on the blindfold.
"Well, it's Harry James Potter, at your service then. Uh, they warned me that taking this off would get me killed."
"Folly. Do you speak Parseltongue?"
"Why?" Harry asked, still keeping the blindfold on.
"I heard Parsel Cursing a few moments ago and it is my native tongue."
"Yeah, that was me. Say, what's your-" He blacked out before he could finish his sentence.
-PoV-
He stared mutely at the man he'd used the Python Grip on. A Speaker? He was beyond pleased with the fools at the Ministry now. The stone powers that resided within him whispered to him the man was not meant to be a statue. Perhaps a companion? It would be rather invigorating to speak with someone who was not a statue or a hippocampus for once. The high cheekbones and delicate strands suggested Pureblood, but the tanned hands and broad shoulders indicated Muggleborn; they'd left him a Half-Blood? Severus wondered what color those blindfolded eyes were. Would they be grey, like the statues that littered the island? Or perhaps a bright blue, water at it's finest. A rich brown, maybe, to mimic the earth. What he saw made him crack a very rare smile. A bright green, reminiscent of long-ago forests in sunlight. He knew he was quite old even older than very few of the statues his predecessor had made. Medusa hadn't been a very good Gorgon and she'd managed to trick mortals into sex. Athena had been unable to reverse the curse for the children of the Gorgon, but she'd made a concession for Speakers when they began to appear amongst mortal men.
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The man (Harry, his thoughts reminded him) awoke with a groan. The blindfold he'd taken and stowed away along with all of the other blindfolds of those not meant to be statues.
"Where-I remember a voice."
"Indeed, Mr. Potter." Green eyes locked with tired obsidian, then Harry made an unmanly squeak as he turned away. "I told you you're immune. No need to look away." Now they returned, looking him over with an avid curiosity he hadn't seen in centuries.
"Umm, you're... kinda pretty." Severus sneered at the word, then stood, his black toga swirling along with his cloak as he lead the way to his kitchen. "How long has it been since you had a visitor that could look at you? By the way, never did catch your name."
"Severus Prince. I much prefer Severus and it has been three centuries since such a visitor has passed." he replied carefully, piling a platter with olives, cheese, delicate sea food and a yeasty Mediterranean bread he made himself. "You are welcome to anything on the island until you can build a boat or some such."
"What if I had nowhere to go?" the straight-forward question shocked him. Surely this man, powerful and stunning, had somewhere he called home? A wife and a few children, even. "I can see the look on your face."
"Not a single place? What has become of the mortal world?"
"Both my parents were murdered; I killed the Wizard responsible by refracting the spell back at him. As you can see, the Ministry thinks that I'm dangerous because of it."
"Refracting a spell? Fools and opinionated idiots run the place."
"It was Avada Ke-Mmm." Severus frowned as he stuffed a shrimp into Harry's mouth. He retrieved the pitcher of cool spring water and set it on the table along with a cup.
"That curse has power, Dark power. Do not utter it here. Names have significance and potential power. Yours, for instance, means ruler, son of James, and potter."
"And yours?"
"Severe prince. Eat. You may stay here for as long as you need." A happy grin, then Harry tucked into his meal with enthusiasm. He ate at a more leisurely pace, nibbling at mostly cheese and sea food.
"Sev?"
"It's Severus."
"It's a nickname," Harry countered, then continued, "I was wondering about this place in... Wizarding Prison." He hissed in dissatisfaction, knowing the place by repute."Yeah."
"The beasts that guard it are gifts from Hades. Why would they put you there?"
"To make me break. They miscalculated the amount of times I died." Died? "It's twice, if you were wondering. Once when I was a kid and once as an adult. The, uh-"
"I'll motion when it is not good to speak of it here. The Dementors are fine."
"They protected me from the guards. It was a hell of a time getting them to let in owls from my best friends..."
"Cooperating so much leads me to believe you are in possession of the Hallows. Master of Death Himself."
"Yeah. Apparently it's a title you can't get rid of, no matter who takes them." Which meant the Ministry had tried; really now, that was a bit much. "You should have seen the looks on their faces when I had all three, even though they'd locked them into an Unspeakable's vault." Vapid, no doubt, with jaws uncouthly dropped.
"I should think you needto go back and fix that idiocy."
"My friends are working on it."
"Any powerful political 'friends' on your owling list?"
"More than enough, and proxies for my seats in the Wizengamnot. I'm pretty sure they have it under control." A break was what this man needed and Severus would do everything in his power to provide it.
-PoV-
Harry floated in the warm pool, hair much longer now. It had only been a few months but Severus had been kind. Anything he wanted, he only had to ask. The Gorgon had been quite serious about that. Yet Harry could tell that Severus was lonely, moreso than he let on. They chatted casually about their pasts, avoiding the painful parts like the plague. It was an interesting life his companion had lead... Hunts with the gods themselves, the emerging of his stone powers, horror when he'd turned the village bullies into a marble statue... Harry was honored to learn the man's past because, to Harry, he was a man; one who tended to turn those he didn't like into frozen remnants of their former selves. He plotted about how to bring happiness to the broody man.
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His clothes, all but gone by this time, were burnt and he now had on a light green tunic with black leggings underneath. Black boots (his own from when he'd landed) completed the look. Severus had blushed the first time he'd shown up in it; which was fitting, since he'd been the one to put them on Harry's bed. The black cloak thrown at him fitted him rather well and now he wore it along with his new clothes.
"Will you quit prancing about and help me in the kitchen?" came a sharp reminder from the very man he thought too much about.
"Sorry, Sev. I was woolgathering."
"Hmm. Well, don't blame me when the gods come to visit and find you daydreaming." Harry nearly choked as he stopped chopping the leek.
"They VISIT."
"Yes. Does this bother you?"
"No, not at all." Yes, dammit! I want you to myself... he protested mentally. "So, who's first?" Oh, how he would come to regret that question.
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Hades was a tall, thin, dark-haired man that he could never compare to. The Hel-Hounds slobbered on him the minute he saw them.
"Ah, I see you have a guest, Severus."
"Harry, this is Hades. Hades, Harry." As soon as his Gorgon left the room, Hades rounded on him.
"Master of Death."
Harry snorted, seeing right through the façade, "Please don't tell me you're all like this."
"Like what?"
"Lusting after Severus."
Hades grinned, revealing shark teeth. "Figured it out, did you? He's oblivious, stunning, and he looks at you like we look at him. Lucky sonofagun." Harry gave his own grin, this one feral.
"Guess I am."
"Harry, Hades, dinner's up." Severus poked his head out and frowned, looking between them and sensing the charged air. "Do quit measuring powers." Harry laughed, following the Gorgon into the kitchen and sitting at his usual place. Hades took a seat close to Severus, who scooted closer to him to escape the darker aura of the god. Harry relaxed, eating as though they didn't have a guest and getting Severus to open up about what he'd been doing all day. His rival sighed, then conceded defeat, entering the conversation with little fanfare; Harry'd won that round.
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The next to visit was none other than Ares. The War god was comfortable around Severus, but never did anything construed as advancing. As a matter of fact, he grilled Harry on tactics and wand movements, drawing Severus in by sheer force of will. Ares stared moodily at HIM all through dinner before dragging him to the balcony.
"You're... different from his other guests. I can't quite place my finger on it, but your power's close to ours. What are you?"
"Master of Death; I hold the Hallows." he stated bluntly, the ocean breeze toying with his cloak in an almost teasing manner.
"Huh. Bet Hades tried to intimidate you."
"He tried, that being the key word. Severus is MINE."
"You're a dom?" Harry spluttered, half-choking on his water.
"Erk! No! I'm a sub."
"But-"
"Subs get possessive too, you know, Ares. It's not always the doms." The god turned a shade of pink not seen by mortal eyes.
"Don't tell me anything else!"
-PoV-
Severus purred from his spot, hidden from both mortal and immortal senses.
"Shame, Ares. I thought you encouraged bed-"
"No! Severus is a good friend, almost like the brother I never had. I don't want to know."
"Oh. Sorry."
"Just... don't mention it. You hurt him, I'll hurt you; we clear?" Harry laughed outright, doubling over as he ran out of breath.
"Haha-Oh Merlin!-haha..." he sniffed to collect himself, his expression solemn now. "I could NEVER hurt him. He's all I think about anymore. Stubborn, generous, stunning as Hel; Severus is all that and more."
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Harry stayed close for a few days after that conversation with Ares, lavishing him with attention.
"What exactly did you and he speak about?"
"Hmm?" Harry was brushing his hair, parting it for a braid.
"Ares."
"Oh, uh, you." he murmured as he continued braiding.
"Really?"
"Mmmhmm." Was Harry always going to be so honest?
"What else?"
"Sex." Severus swallowed, then asked the question he'd been curious if Harry would answer it.
"What kind?"
"Dominant and submissive."
"Oh." he managed to pull it off as uninterested; but just barely. Harry finished the braid and secured it with a strip of leather.
"I'm a sub... If you wanted to know." with that, Harry sauntered off, his hips swaying enticingly. Severus growled lowly and pinned Harry to a marble column. "Mmm, this is... interesting."
"Interesting? Perhaps this will change your mind." he purred, capturing the coral lips that demanded to be ravished. Pulling away for breath, he noticed that Harry's eyes were glazed over with pleasure.
"Bloody fantastic." A pink tongue slipped out and licked the swollen lips, tasting him. "You taste better than I thought you would. Can I have another?" He coaxed the soft lips apart, sliding his tongue along and tasting every inch. Harry's tongue slide tentatively against his own as arms wrapped around his neck. He swallowed the soft whimpers and moans Harry made as his hands glided over certain spots, mapping out what drove his Wizard mad with desire. They pulled away again, this time panting for breath. "Severus, please..."
-Pleasse what, my Ssael'sska?-he slipped into Parseltongue, hissing out his want.
"Sseveruss! Hot... I want you." Oh, Harry was lovely, responding better than he'd expected.
-SEX SCENE-
Severus pulled out and gasped as his power roiled, making him vomit. "Severus?"
-Sstay back.-
"What- Was it something I did?" worry in the tone made him reassure his Wizard.
-No. Ssomeone evil hass landed; they sseek to claim you as theirs.-
"Avery." He snarled; Harry was his and that presence would die. The toga and cloak settled onto him as he drew up the hood.
"Stay here. I will not stand for him frightening you." He strode out, lengthening his stride, calling upon the power clamoring to be let loose. A wicked scythe materialized in his hand, boots tapping out a hard rhythm as the sand hardened under the wake of his power. The Wizard was cloaked in black as well, but a much lighter shade and with a white mask. "Speak, Wizard, for you find yourself in a place most dangerous." he hissed out, grounding the end of his scythe against the ground.
"I am Evan Avery. I seek the one called Harry Potter; he was moored here by the Ministry."
"Indeed. It is no business of yours."
"It is; I have rights to him!" Severus let a soft laugh echo around them.
"By what right, mortal? This island belongs to me and mine. Anything left upon its sands is claimed by the very gods themselves." Cold assurance laced his answer this time.
"This parchments states we're marri-"
-Sscroll here.- he commanded, the parchment slapping into his gloved hand instantly. The heavy scrawl did not indicate any sort of claim; in fact, it was a forged document saying that the man was married to his Ssael'sska. -Liess.-The fires of truth burned the scroll to bits of ash.
"It stated nothing of the kind, mortal. It is folly to do so here. Forgeries are recognized and burnt. So shall the liar join his fake." He lowered the hood and allowed the flow of his gift, freezing the man into a statue of a frightened, fumbling Wizard. Raising the great scythe, he sliced effortlessly through the limestone, causing the statue to shatter into tiny pieces. A gasp behind him told him that Harry had seen it all. "I... This is what I am. For all I seem mortal, I am not." The immortal blade vanished into black smoke, along with the boots and the hooded cloak. "Go. I cannot bear it." he said lowly, turning away in shame. When he felt warmth blooming along his front, he saw Harry had burrowed against him, arms wrapped tightly about his waist, only clad in the leggings.
"No. I feel safe here."
"You are sure this is what you want?"
"Never more in my life, Sev."
"Then let us go home, Ssael'sska."
"What does that mean, by the way?" Harry asked as Severus scooped him up in a gentle embrace.
"Precious jewel."
Ending A/N: That one almost didn't make it. I was pleased with the last scene though. Anyone want to draw fanart for me? I would love to see it, but my skills aren't that good. As always, ASK ME FOR DRABBLES!