A/N: Alrighy then, this one's for Kikyou313! I loved the first part so much that I'm doing a second one. This details the stuff you all asked about from the first one! Enjoy and ta-ta! Oh, and VERY AU. Like I'm not even kidding.
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! LOTS OF TIMESKIPS! Oh, and merpeople don't age much, so Sev kinda looks the same as he did before he met Harry.
-Previously On...-
He reeled at the implications. Severus had taught him how to use his awesome new fins, and now he was swimming enthusiastic circles around the merman.
"So, long story short, a curse that makes you human on land with fresh water and a merman in salt? Really, what was this witch thinking when she cast it?"
"To punish me, merman. She knew I despised your kind the most... But I could never hate my own son. I'm glad he has you around to teach him." That was the closest thing his Dad had ever said to an apology.
"That's 'I'm sorry' in Dad speech. Don't worry about it. I think it's cool."
"Says the one who's cursed. King Potter, I do believe you have a handful." Severus drawled dryly, exchanging a look with his Dad.
"Like you wouldn't believe."
-Muirgheal-
Harry ran to his favorite spot and gleefully frisked in the water. A noise had him looking up. Green eyes met brown and he ducked under the water, but not before he heard, "Wait! I won't hurt you! I swear!" He cautiously peeked above the water to see a peasant girl with bushy brown curls kneeling on the beach. "Look, I come down here to think. I didn't know there were mermaids around here..."
"Mermen, and yes there are. I was waiting for-Sev!"
"Harry. And who is this?" the fond tone was one Harry had grown used to.
"Hermione." she replied, dipping her fingers into the water and generally dithering about. "Are you two... together?" Harry looked at Severus at the same time the Prince looked at him. Their hands were clasped under the water and Harry blushed before replying simply, "Yeah."
"Oh. Legend has it that the Queen was friends with a merman. Would one of you know him?" They looked at each other and laughed this time, Harry bursting into giggles. "What? What is so funny?"
"Sev's the merman. I'm cursed as one in salt-water and the Queen was my Mum."
"You're Prince Hadrian?"
"...Unfortunately, yes." Now the girl was going to ask him for a favor in exchange for being quiet.
"I think it's rather romantic." What? He'd expected blackmail at best. "Honestly, I'm not the gossiping type and I don't have any-" she cut herself off, flushing a bright pink.
"Friends. I know how you feel." Harry said softly, finishing her sentence for her.
"But, you're royalty. How could you not have any?"
"Blackmail, treachery, favors... No friends, only acquaintances and toadies. Sev was my first friend."
"First? You mean... I'm one?"
"Sure." he replied, shrugging as he lazily swam circles around Severus.
"Oh, thank you."
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And so Hermione became a part of their grand adventures to far-off places...
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"Almost there! You alright, 'Mione?" Harry chirruped, still swimming strongly alongside of Sev.
"Other than being sopping wet? Perfectly alright." she sniffed, then giggled. "Where are we going now?"
"Mmm, Pirate Cove."
"Pirates? Harry!"
"What? We're on good terms with 'em. No need to worry; I promise."
-PoV-
Severus stayed in the water, a few strokes of his tail fins pushing him out enough so that he could keep an eye on Harry and Hermione. His fondness for Harry had grown to the point where he was tempted to introduce him as his Chosen at the next Starfish Gala... Just to irritate his Father. Harry would probably laugh along with him. A sharp scream from Hermione had Severus alert and aware, the sea roiling as he narrowed his vision to the girl. She was fighting a brute nearly two times her size, the man obviously drunk. A wave of ice-cold water made it easy for Hermione to jump off the pier and into the water. Harry was already stripping out of his clothes and hit the water head on.
"'Mione! Did he hurt you?" Harry asked, worry etched all over his face.
"No... He was too drunk to notice much beyond the fact that I was a girl. That wave sobered him right up." she said easily, treading water and smiling softly at Harry's concern. "Thanks for worrying though. Not many do." Another blush, this one a sunset rose. Severus was getting rather hot due to those delicious blushes. No other merperson could pull off a blush like Harry.
"Home, then."
-2054th Annual Starfish Gala; Atlantis-
Bright green tail fins flicked in front of him, Harry giggling bubbles as they caught his attention.
"Come on!"
"As you insist, you little minnow." Harry squeaked, rushing right back over to him to hide when a few mermaids swam right up and brushed him with their fins. "Harry..."
"They're-They're flirtingwith me!" Severus chuckled lightly at his tone, then realized why Harry was sticking to him. The man (as much of a merperson he was now) didn't know anyone else nearly as well as he did him. He also understood, from the feral growl in his chest, that he felt a great deal more for Harry than he'd known about. "What do I do?"
"Take my hand and stick close." They laced fingers and the mermaids looked devastated. Yes, his Harry, not their's. Father's expression was anything but laughable, however. The stormy grey was infuriated beyond speech, thin mouth pressed in a hard line. Harry kept close, their fins brushing more than once. Severus stopped a good thirty meters from the throne and stroked a wayward strand of hair away from Harry's forehead, baring the lightening bolt for all to see. Green eyes looked at him then, full of love, devotion and trust. That allowed him to go forward, sweeping an elegant bow and feeling Harry do the same. "Father."
"Son. Who have you brought before me?"
"Hadrian, son of the Kingdom of the Evening Star." Harry's expression was carefully optimistic, but not enough to be mistaken as confidence. "Cursed by Witch Coven Rosemary to become a merman in salt water."
"Come closer, Prince Hadrian." Harry looked at Severus, eyes questioning. He nodded and Harry swam forward. "Around, if you please." His beloved spun in a arch, tail fins trailing behind in a graceful manner. Oh, Harry was good; such a natural that it was hard to tell sometimes that he wasn't born that way. His Father's brow furrowed. Not good at all... He was thinking. "Kelp or seaweed?" Food? Really? Thank the Moon he'd thought of etiquette.
"Seaweed." came the prompt reply.
"Children?" Severus's jaw almost dropped from the uncouth question.
"As many as Severus would like."
"Weapon?" They hadn't gotten to weapons yet; Severus fidgeted internally.
"Claymore, though I also favor a curved blade."
"What kind?"
"Florentine."
"Above or below?" So many suitors and companions had gotten it wrong... Others gasped and went silent at the loaded question.
"Below and above. I am a man of both, so to speak, Your Majesty." The furrow cleared and his Father... laughed. Laughed for the first time since his Mother had perished in a hunt for Kraken.
"You'll do! Come, Severus, take back your companion." Harry laced their fingers again and leaned against him, humming lowly.
"I get that all the time with my tutors. No worries."
"Tutors or no, he's hard to impress. Thank you." Harry rolled his eyes and tugged him along, stopping at the merman who had a shimmering, floating moonbeam-colored tail and long blond hair in a rather aristocratic braid laced with dark seashells. He was accompanied by a merman (who looked much the same) around Harry's age; Lucius and Draco Malfoy at their finest.
"Severus. A pleasant surprise." Oh, but Lucius was an old hand at politics. He'd undergone that same test and failed the last one. "And... Hadrian, was it? Draco's the same age." The cool disinterest on Harry's face was thinly veiled by a smile.
"I didn't quite catch your name..."
"Lord Lucius Malfoy. A curse, hmm?"
"I find it a blessing in disguise, Lord Malfoy." the threat was subtler than most of his other companions had managed. "It was a pleasure meeting you, but we do have to mingle. Severus?" He gave a satisfied smirk, loving the shock that Lucius had at being brushed aside so casually. The mermaids sighed in a corner of the grand ballroom, some of them giggling vapidly. "A dance? You'll have to lead, but..." he trailed off hopefully, joy in his eyes as Severus made his reply affirmative.
"Of course, Harry. Anything for you."
-PoV-
Lucius stared in hidden awe at the cursed Prince. Beautiful, of course, with high cheekbones and expressive eyes the color of a lagoon. A body that was lean but strong, holding immense strength, hair that would be the envy of any mermaid, and that tail... Bright green, like a gem underwater, with simple decorations that only accented it. Wispy, feather-like end fins, coupled with sharp spikes on the elbows leant an air of danger to the elegant dorsal fin in the back. Damn that upstart. Draco was staring hungrily at the newcomer, desire in his eyes.
"Draco." he drawled softly, catching his son's attention.
"Father." came the equally soft answer. "Exquisite, is he not?"
"Indeed. They make a fine pair." Perhaps he should not have been so cold? A new approach was needed.
-PoV-
Severus felt a cautious, but curious gaze and matched eyes with the younger Malfoy, the silver showing more emotion than the elder's.
"Draco Malfoy, yes?"
"Your Chosen... He is home now?"
"Yes. What is the purpose of your visit?"
"There is no right way to say this." the younger blond fidgeted with his tail, nervousness clearly seen.
"Then say it plainly."
"I want you and Hadrian." Surprise was the least of his emotions.
"What for?"
"Nothing more than what you offer. I'm not my father; I want to be judged on my own merits." Soft silver eyes pleaded with him beneath soft hair that was far longer than Lucius's had ever been. "A chance is all I ask."
"My Father did not approve of- But you are different, and not so cruel as Lucius would have been." A scowl darkened the angelic features, silver narrowing in mistrust.
"Seek us out near the white cliffs. It will take you a full week to get there. A chance is what you asked for; a chance you shall have."
Ending A/N: Hehe... Uh, it turned into a Snarryco by accident! I'm sorry! As always folks, ASK ME FOR DRABBLES! Oh, and I got my first flamer! They didn't even have to balls to login so that I could leave a scorching reply! Called me a dirty bastard... My sides ache from laughing so damn hard. Ahhhh, we can always count on haters to hate, yeah? Yeah.