A/N: Thank Nightshade sydenylover150 for this next chapter! Now, before we begin, I need to clear a few things up. I'm aware that Sev's not a Demi-god. No religious reviews or flames! Good. Now, go enjoy the story!
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! Extreme AU! Severus never met Harry; Slughorn stayed and taught Potions. Nobody J.K. Rowling killed other than the bad guys died! That means you'll be seeing a lot of side pairings... Magic does exist, though names may be altered to fit the universe. Inspired by song of the same name from Eminem's album; Hell: The Sequel- Bad meets Evil. I recommend you listen to it as you read this.
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Harrison J. Potter (who much prefered Harry) was bored. Now, as Harry often said, trouble sought him out, not the other way around...
-PoV-
Severus roamed the night, seeking the one who would balance his Demi-god powers. They had destabilized nearly a thousand years earlier, causing him to visit his siblings; the Founders of Hogwarts. Salazar had bound his powers for a set amount of time and they had recently begun acting up again. His Light was alive. The problem? Finding them.
Of course! What other tricks did the sisters of Fate have to play on him? He'd found his Light; just not what he was expecting. The Savior of Wizarding Britain probably did not want a Demi-god complicating his life. Nevertheless, Severus was about to.
-PoV-
Harry groaned in frustration. What was it about him that Fate liked to poke fun at? All he'd ever wanted was a quiet life after Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Was he allowed to have that? No. The Ministry demanded that he marry someone to propagate his lineage; a woman was chosen for him before he had time to blink. He was now standing in front of said woman, an Astoria Greengrass, and attempting to wriggle out of this marriage.
"Really, I don't want to marry her. She's beautiful, but wasn't she promised to someone else?"
"Should anyone have a problem against this marriage, speak now, or forever hold your peace." A silky baritone answered, authority in the man's voice.
"I do. That is my lifemate you are trying to marry off to someone else." Harry groaned lowly. Out of one situation and into another. Just lovely.
"And you are?" blustered the officiant.
"Severus Hades Prince." The entire room went quiet.
"Might you repeat-" the officiant squeaked, voice raised in protest.
"No. You will not marry him off to a woman who is clearly in love with someone else. Harrison, I take it you disagree with this marriage?"
"Bloody right I do." Harry grumbled, tugging at the formal robes they'd managed to fit him into.
"Voila. Now, as there is no need for that," here the man (Severus, Harry reminded himself) flicked an ebony wand at the certificate and it burst into flames, "Miss Greengrass may continue on with her engagement to the Malfoy Scion. Good evening, madam." He bowed from the waist and she curtsied. "My apologies, Mr. Potter. I did not mean to ruin your evening." Obsidian eyes were full of resignation, as though the man was truely regretful.
"Hmph. As if they hadn't already. Going to explain to me why you said lifemate?"
"Yes. I'm sure you will not like what I have to say, Mr. Potter."
They sat in Grimmwauld Place's kitchen, sipping tea as Kreacher prepared dinner for that night. Harry eyed his guest as the man lounged in his kitchen as though he owned that particular space.
"Well?" he prompted after a long silence.
"I remember this place being much brighter."
"Exactly how old are to remember this place when it wasn't dull and gloomy?" Harry asked, then winced at the tactlessness of his question right after.
"Over a thousand. I am immortal; age does not bother me much, nor the asking of it." Biting his lip, Harry hesitantly ventured another question.
"Why... Ah, hell, I can't ask you that." he couldn't ask it, not when he was very much leaning towards this immortal.
"Ask me what?" Harry blushed at the mild tone and the eyebrow raised in his direction. "I do not mind questions, ask as many as you would like."
"Why do I want you? I've... I've never actually WANTED someone like I want you right now." here Harry paused, musing silently that his Gryffindor side had fled. He usually was straight-forward! The man chuckled lowly. It sent shivers down Harry's spine.
"Lifemates always want each other at the most basic level. The reason you want me is because I want you and vice versa. It works both ways, Harrison."
"Harry."
"What?"
"I prefer Harry. Harrison sounds so... presumptuous. Can I call you Sev? Severus is-"
"Quite the mouthful, I know. Yes, you may. Anymore questions?"
"Have you had sex before with another guy?" Ah, there we go! His Gryffindor pride was back, asking blunt questions.
"Yes. If I didn't know any better, I would say that I was talking to Godric." The amused tone didn't help Harry's embarrassing reaction to it.
"Whoa, wait. You knew the Founders?"
"Rowena, Helga, Godric, and Salazar were my blood-adopted siblings. It-You did not know, yet you are a Half-Blood."
"My parents were murdered. Of all the things to know about me, you should know that at the very least."
-PoV-
Severus spent most of his time around Harry and learning about the new Wizarding World via Harry's Muggle-born friend Hermione.
"Is what Harry says true? That the pair of you are lifemates?" Hermione was a shrewd woman, able to discern when he was think of Harry or of his time with his siblings.
"Yes."
"You hurt him, I'll hunt you down and castrate you with a rusted spoon. We clear?"
"Very." Severus said, amusement seeping into his tone. "I would never do anything to hurt Harry, Ms-"
"Mrs. Weasley, but you can call me Hermione."
"Ah. Should you not be accompanied by your husband?"
"Modern day, Mr. Prince, modern day. Wives can go places without their husbands around." He grimaced as that forgotten fact slapped him in the face.
"Yes, I remember now. So very many differences... Perhaps you would like to show me around Diagon Alley?"
"I'd love to." With a quick smile, she tugged him out of the door and Apparated away to The Leaky Cauldron.
He stayed close to Hermione, glad for the archaic ways of the Wizarding World as he kept his hood up. They ate at a decent spot for lunch.
"Tell me, is it like that when Harry goes out?" Hermione sighed, shoving her noodles about on her plate.
"Worse. They want an autograph, they propose contracts with sons and daughters... It's awful, Mr. Prince. He can never simply enjoy himself unless it's in another country."
"If, perhaps, he were protected by someone of great power and influence... Does that still work even?"
"Does it ever, Mr. Prince! When he has Aurors surrounding him, people avoid him. Or even the Minister."
"I was suggesting myself, Hermione. You may call me Severus."
"Not-"
"No. Only Harry is allowed that privilege. If word got about in society that he was... promised... to someone, how big of a deal would it be?" Hermione's jaw dropped and he closed it with his hand. "Flies, dear; you'll catch them with your mouth like that."
"Huge. Splashed across all forms of media, never any rest for the one who was promised- You mean yourself, don't you?"
"Indeed."
"Lovely. I'm sure Harry wouldn't mind at all the blaring of his personal life."
"Harry is very private; I would handle the press, no? I've had centuries of practice."
-Two Months Later-
-PoV-
Silence, absolute silence. Harry was amazed as he walked down the street with Severus, fingers shyly intertwined with the Demi-god's.
"Sev?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"Is it always going to be like this?"
"I hope not. Certainly it is no business of ours how they spend their days." he replied, a smile on his face as Harry dragged him over to the WWW. Noise erupted after they entered the store.
"George! Fred!"
"Lil' bro!" Fred cheered, a lop-sided grin on his freckled face.
"And who's this?" George chimed in as they wrapped owl-orders.
"Gred, Forge? Severus. Sev, George and Fred."
"The infamous twins? Ah."
"This is your-"
"Intended? What a droll sense of humor!"
"He's over a thousand. He doesn't do your kind of humor, guys." Harry said, rolling his eyes as he took in the new products. "What's that do?" He pointed to a small candy on the shelf.
"Oh-"
"you've come across our Lip-Locker!"
"What's it do?"
"Allows for-"
"a lip-lock of thirty seconds with your soulmate! If they are yours."
"You used the Anima Veritas in this?" Severus questioned, picking up the small, heart-shaped candy.
"Ooo! He knows all about-"
"that Potion from the sound of his voice. Harry, may we borrow him?"
"No. We're going to spend all day on Diagon Alley. Get back to your customers." He smiled as he shooed them out the the gathering crowd.
"Would you like to try?" Severus questioned, raising an ebony eyebrow.
"Before they've tried it? Not a chance in hell."
They strolled through the Alley, Harry oblivious to anyone but Severus. He found that even though people whispered, it wasn't about him this time; at least most of it.
"That Prince is supposed to be a thousand years old. Wonder what he's like?"
"Potter looks... happy with him. Care-free in a manner I have never seen. What does he have that I don't?"
"Prince shouldn't be with the Half-Blood! He should be marrying into his own station!" The last remark had Severus stiffening and stopping short, a sneer marring his ethereal beauty. "He should be marrying me!"
"Sev?" he asked worry in his tone.
"They dare? You are my lifemate, the one made specifically to help me balance out my powers, my only. How dare they disrespect you?" Fire flashed through obsidian eyes, filling them with a malice Harry had never seen before.
"They always talk about me like that." he replied offhandedly, tugging on Severus's calloused hand with both of his own. "C'mon, I want to see if I can find a new familiar." The strain was apparent, switching from determined malice to uncertain happiness in the span of three seconds, back and forth between the emotions.
"Half-Blood whore! You can't even decide between the blood-traitor chit and the Pureblood whose hand you are clasping!" That one hurt, Harry admitted; his hand tightened on Severus's. But he'd already chosen his partner in the handsome Demi-god.
"I believe I heard incorrectly, Ms. Bulstrode." The tone of his lifemate's voice could have frozen a herd of stampeding centaurs. "Surely such...filth... did not come out of a Pureblood's mouth?"
"He's nothing but a dirty Half-Blood; beneath your notice, Milord Prince."
"He is my lifemate, chosen by the very gods to suit my every need. Blood status does not matter to me."
"He will not breed true, Milord! Such blood tends to stray from their husbands."
"Do they now?" Bulstrode had no idea of how deep she was digging her society grave. "Then let us talk, but not here. Mademoiselle's perhaps?" Even Harry knew that speaking of blood in that place was social suicide (thanks to Hermione and her endless knowledge). The owners were French Half-Bloods who didn't much care for blood status.
"Perhaps Bulstrode Manor?"
"Plebian tastes in design and artwork. Thank you, but it is Mademoiselle's or nothing. Good afternoon, Ms. Bulstrode." As Harry turned to give Severus a smile, a deadly black streak headed his way, only bounce off the protective spells he wore with the amulet his lifemate had given him. The dissipated streak rearranged itself into letters; the exact curse or spell uttered, to be precise.
AMORE DESTRUCTO
Severus let go of his hand and his long fingered hands curled into tight fists. The patrons of Diagon Alley stared at Millicent as though she'd used an Unforgivable.
"Sev?"
"She was willing to destroy me in order to get me. Kill your love for me and you have a destabilized Demi-god on the loose." Green eyes widened before hardening into frozen chips of emerald, taking on an edge.
"Millicent Bulstrode, I ask that Magic take thy right, thy might, and sentence thine family to its worst fear. Nigh, 'tis near." Swirls of green magic mixed with black enveloped Millicent, causing several in the crowd to make warding signs. She disappeared, but not before she uttered a terrified scream. The magic lazily circled Harry and offered him the family magics he had taken.
"Take it. You have every right to, Harry." Severus offered, showing him how. It siphoned into his own power and sank beneath his skin again. "Well done. You did not take her life as I would have. Merciful, even to those who insult and hurt you. Will wonders never cease with you, my sia'thurul?"
"What's that mean?" Harry asked as they meandered down to the resturaunt, hands once more interlaced at the fingers.
"My constant friend... or partner."
"You really think of me like that?"
"Yes." The honesty in Severus's eyes made Harry move from extreme like to tentative love.
"Thank you."
"You are always welcome."
EndingA/N: Hmm... Do I like it? No. Do I think it's good enough for you all to read? No. Am I posting it anyway? Yes. Oh, that endearment is from Fyreheart's story Dragon Kin. I asked her to use it, so no stealy! As always, folks,ASK ME FOR DRABBLES!