Okay... I had someone say my descriptions are melodramatic... maybe I like melodramatic descriptions. If you don't like it, too bad for you. Just don't read it.

And sorry this took so long... and is shorter... but my tabs were not working so yeah... anyway, read on!

Wanted Dead or Alive

HP Yaoi

by:

Kiyoshi Michi

Poker Face

Harry made a face.

"Severus... did you get rid of those bodies?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe is not a good enough answer! In fact, it is a dismal one! The stench is horrific! I am going to cry."

Severus glanced at the boy as he fretted and pulled at his long hair, looking much like a petulant child. The Potions Master rubbed at his temple, feeling a headache forming somewhere behind his eyes. He had no idea the Potter brat could still act like such a child. What happened to the mostly mature man who came in the first day?

"I just got comfortable around you."

Severus raised a brow in response.

"Sorry. You had this look on your face like 'what happened to him!' Well, I got comfortable around you. And I'm tired."

"Then go to bed."

"I simply cannot! Your room smells too much like decaying bodies!"

Severus made a face of his own, a mix between disgusted and curiosity. With a huff, the dour man stood and pushed Potter aside as he made his way into his own room. He stopped right in the doorway, closing his eyes from the intensity of the smell. Severus had most certainly not gotten rid of the bodies, but he did not put them in his room either. Potter had not done it - he was the one complaining about the whole damned situation. His eyes narrowed.

Lucius.

"That blonde arse! Wait... why are you sleeping in my room? You have your own."

Potter blinked innocently.

"It's where I sleep every night."

"...what?"

"I come in here every night to sleep and I always seem to come just in time! You have nightmares a lot and you tend to cuddle me almost every night and I feel like a living teddy bear and-"

"Potter, I hate you."

There was not a single student who did not have a fear settling in their hearts. After what happened in the Great Hall, all of them were hesitant to return to said room, or the Common Rooms, or the class rooms. They all moved in groups down the halls, talking in hushed voices of the fear they all had.

The professors were on much the same track as the students.

The only ones who seemed to be acting just the same as before were Severus and Leonius.

In fact, Draco was taking solace in the fact that someone was not affected by the situation. He thought everyone was taking it quite a bit too seriously for his tastes. Draco let a smirk cross his features when Leonius sighed heavily as another student was unwilling to do anything. He stared at the Chinese coins, yen Leonius called them, in his hands. It was not really Divination as it was a form of getting answers and help.

I Ching.

It was some Chinese practice, used to make hexagrams which correlated with certain meanings and gave their answers. Yin, a broken a line, and Yang, a solid line, were created by tossing the coins and either getting heads or tails and adding these together for certain numbers. These results were recorded in those lines until you obtained a hexagram, six lines, to get your answer.

Draco stared at his results with furrowed brows.

"Da Zhuang. Very positive if handled correctly. But do be careful, Mister Malfoy - overconfidence and impatience are dangers at this time."

Draco blinked at the sudden appearance of Leonius at his table.

"Leonius, what does Da Zhuang mean exactly?"

"The power of the great, increasing strength. It is a sign of good fortune... if you do not throw yourself too eagerly into a situation."

Draco stared at the coins with a questioning expression. What did that have to do with anything? Looking back up at Leonius, he raised a brow.

"Have you done your own recently?"

"Hmmm... no. I think I shall. However, I am getting my coins for this."

The young blonde nodded and gathered his own back to himself, dropping them almost tenderly into the bag given to him. Draco had admitted in a letter to his father that he was rather enjoying the class with the new Professor. He felt as if he was actually learning something and not just having his life predicted for him by some crazy old coot.

He did not squeak when Leonius suddenly dropped into a seat across from him.

"You okay there?"

Draco sniffed indignantly, causing Leonius to chuckle.

"If you say so. Now let's see."

Leonius tossed his own coins, which Draco noticed were quite black with age and a number of the characters were almost completely worn away. Draco watched as Leonius continued the process until he had an entire hexagram, staring at the marks he made almost intently.

"Dammit! I should have known. Fuck."

Draco was quite alarmed at this point.

"W... what is it?"

"Po... splitting apart. Decay, fragmentation, collapse from within, falling away... do not delay the inevitable - patiently plan what comes afterwords. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Why... is that so bad for you?"

"Draco, there are some things you do not know... and I do not yet want you to. When the time comes, you will understand."

Draco blinked a few times, lost in his own curiosity as Leonius gathered his coins, cursing the entire time, and dismissed the class. The blonde was the last to leave and he did so with a last lingering look to the now brooding Professor at the front, head in his hands.

Severus raised a brow as he sipped at the tea, watching over the rim as the Potter boy paced like a maniac. He had been doing that for three hours, mumbling. Severus sighed and set his cup down, gaining Potter's attention.

"Potter... why do you insist upon wearing both my floor and my patience thin?"

"The coins! I fear something does not bode for me in the future. How soon, I do not know. However, from what I have gathered, a follower I will gather soon will turn on me. I do not know who or why or how. I simply know what will be."

"... the coins?"

"I was trained extensively in every method of Divination, including some not included in rosters because it is not really Divination. One of these methods was I Ching, an ancient Chinese method involving Yen coins. Draco asked me today if I had done my own recently, as his turned out very positive, so I gave it a shot. Po! I got Po!"

Severus appeared more confused than before, his brows furrowed. Potter sighed and flopped ungracefully into a seat, rubbing his forehead. Severus wanted to take some kind of pity on the boy as he was obviously stressed over what the... coins told him but Lucius arrived at that moment and blinked.

"Severus, what is wrong with Leonius?"

Severus went to answer but Potter beat him to it, pointing to another seat.

"Sit. Now."

The blonde wasted no time. He walked quickly to the seat pointed out and sat, giving Severus a questioning look. The Potion's Master only shrugged helplessly.

"Lucius, I have a few things of great importance to tell you."

"Wait... are you going to tell him now?"

"Yes Severus." Potter took a deep breath and suddenly stared Lucius in the eyes, a determined glint in his eyes. "A few months ago, I disappeared. Your son, Draco, knew where I was and why I had gone. However, he does not know I am back as I have aged ten years and took it upon myself to change my appearance and personality.

"I am not Leonius, but rather Harry Potter."

Lucius blinked once and pointed at Harry then looked to Severus.

"Yes, he has known the entire time who I am. He would know my mother's eyes anywhere, no matter what he sees beyond them. I could not tell you at first as I have very people I trusted even before I left and there are less I trust now."

"How... how did you age so much with only a few months passing?"

"I was taken to a different realm. I was on a self-destructive streak, wandering the streets and getting myself into trouble. During one of my... breakdowns, a Veela named Caomh came up to me and offered to take me someplace where I could train to have my revenge and to have my ideals shown. He took me to a place I had never seen, where time passed in a much different manner, and I lived with a group of strangers. The Veela taught me emotion control, the Vampire taught me torture methods, the Were-Wolf taught me hand-to-hand which was quite handy there, the Demon taught me shadow manipulation and the God taught me everything I know that no one should.

"I grew up there, accepted as the strange being I am. Every two years, they each performed a ritual that accepted me into their Clans and gave me that much more of their power and knowledge." Harry held out his right arm and pulled the sleeve up to his shoulder, revealing five different colored tattoos of different designs. "I am marked by them all so that I may call on them when the time ever arises. My last day there, the God performed a sixth and final ritual - if I die here, I am to return to their realm and choose what I wish to become.

"When I left, I learned that only a month had passed since I had actually left, but because I looked so much different and no one was really trying to find the Boy-That-Live anymore, I was undetected. I have been practicing everything I learned there since I came back and I must say... shadow manipulation is by far the most wonderful to play with."

Lucius looked like a child in a toy store and Severus actually laughed at him. Harry rolled his eyes and held up a hand, moving his fingers as a black wisp formed. "Apparently, it goes further than anyone realized." He suddenly flicked his fingers apart and a small, black weasel with blood red eyes stood on his hand, the edges fuzzy.

"Potter... that is the most amazing thing I have ever seen."

Harry laughed and tossed the weasel to Lucius, letting it get comfortable with him.

Well... there ya go...