A/N: Thank Nightshade sydenylover150 for this next chapter! Now, before we begin, I need to clear a few things up. This drabble is AU to a certain extent. Severus hasn't joined the ranks of the Death Eaters just yet. Yes, I'm aware that there is no angel named Hariel. Please, no comments on the system of angels and/or religion. I will, quite simply, not reply to those. 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.

-Previously On...-

Severus warily eyed the larger Archangel as they exited the kitchen. Harry pulled him into a passionate kiss; he forgot about everything but the feel of Harry around him.

"Mmm, you know, that's... kind of hot." The voice was ignored in favor of more Harry.

OIaBF OIaBF OIaBF OIaBF OIaBF OIaBF

Harry knelt at the foot of the altar in the church he'd selected. He allowed his wingspan to relax onto the floor, mentally speaking with his Father about his beloved ones.

They're happy, Father. Remus has been most welcome in his profession as is Severus. My heart has found its place.

My son, I am glad you have found such joy. You have a visitor.

Do I? Thank you Father. I love you. he chirruped, a smile on his face as he mantled his wings.

As I love you, my son.

"My son, the church will be closing in-Oh, my..."

Harry flicked his braid casually to his left side before standing. "Hello, Father Warwick. I apologize for making you come out of the rectory."

"Do you need any assistance?"

"No, I needed a small moment to speak with Father. Your church appeared to be the quietest within range."

"You are an Angel of the Lord in a House of the Lord and under my watch as well. Will wonders never cease?" Warwick murmured as he crossed himself.

"I'm Hariel. This is a good church; simple, humble and the most peaceful I've come across yet."

"The twin brother of the patron saint-"

"Arfidiel. Excuse me, Father Warwick, but I must return home. Perhaps we can speak again?"

"Of-Of course, Hariel."

He hummed quietly along with Christmas carols as he set up both Yule and Christmas decorations. Remus Flooed in first, followed by Severus, both brushing off soot on the hearth rug.

"Harry! You do realize you've got a bit of flour... right there." Remus purred as he licked off the stripe of flour that'd been on his cheek since mid-morning.

"I've been baking. Severus?" His dark one limped over to a chair and settled gingerly into his favorite velvet chair.

"I was attacked on my way out of my Master's studio. The Dark Lord is not happy with my services at this point; he does not know I have no wish to join him." the silky voice was laced with quiet pain. Harry narrowed his eyes and finished decorating with a tendril of angelic power.

"Do go on, my dark one." he said lowly, picking Severus up and examining the leg he was limping on.

"It was Avery and Pettigrew whom assaulted me-Ouch! Harry, prod a little less, if you would be so kind." Remus placed the package he was carrying onto the counter and took Severus from his lap. Crooning softly to sooth their resident Potions Master, Harry and Remus worked together to heal their beloved. "Thank you. My Master has given us all a holiday; he said he didn't want to see us until two weeks into the New Year."

"Severus, no changing the subject like that. Where exactly did it happen?" Harry was not to be deterred in his protection of his chosen mate.

"The alley before Master Greengrass's work door." A knock on their door had Harry hissing lowly before he answered the door with a scowl.

"Brother, such a greeting cannot be a merry one. Where is your holiday spirit?" Raphael could not have come at a better time. The scowl shifted to a shark grin.

"Someone thought it a good idea to rough up my dark one." Harry was rewarded with a dangerous smirk that had him feeling much better. "They caught him by surprise. I will not tolerate that monster trying to force Severus's hand."

"Shall we visit him or the culprits?"

"Monster first, Raph; unfortunately we need our message to get through the ranks of his organization."

Severus protested from the couch. "No, Harry. Leave him out of this vendetta. It's fine." He sighed, kneeling before his husbands.

"Severus, please understand. I promised that I would protect you as I could. If this involves that soul-splitting monster, then so be it. Raph and I are immortal and invulnerable. I despise not being able to protect what I love and cherish dearly." Obsidian pools stared at him for a long time, the gaze all but unfathomable for the longest time.

"As I cherish you, my Angel, I know that you are most vulnerable when it comes to us. Listen to your brother, for our sake; come back to us." came the grudging response followed by a long, slow kiss. Remus treated him to much the same, golden eyes glowing with worry and love.

"And if you don't... Well, the couch should be rather comfy." Harry laughed incredulously at his wolf, which crossed his arms across his chest and stared back, a challenge in his eyes.

"You really mean it."

"Of course Severus and I do. We're not weak maidens to stand by and ring our hands hopelessly. We'll come and get you if you're not back in a week or less." the stern tone told him that he'd better make it back if he wanted his husbands willing.

The search for Voldemort took two days. Raphael searched for soul dissonance and pin-pointed the self-styled Dark Lord. They approached the gates in typical mortal fashion, their wings beneath complex glamours. Old iron creaked as he cautiously pushed it open.

"Who goes there?" Harry sneered beneath his hooded cloak, recognizing the rat's voice anywhere.

Raphael answered, as planned, "Visitors for the Dark Lord."

"What business-Gurk!-YOU!" He gave a teeth-baring grin as he lifted the rat off of the ground.

"It's none of yours, rat, so scram." Dropping the rat with a satisfying thud they passed unheeded from that point on as they made it to the antechamber. "Voldemort." he made it deliberately sing-song to irritate the bastard. "Oh, Voldemort..."

"I see Wormtail let in unwanted guests again. Who might you be?"

"Angels of the Lord." he answered simply, pulling off the cloak and expelling the glamours at the same time as Raph. "Were you expecting someone else?"

"A gifted Potions Master, yes. You wouldn't happen to know where he's gone?"

"Where my husband goes is no business of yours." he snapped, his wings flaring at the presumptuous tone of the soul-splitter. Red eyes widened in shock and showed unbridled envy before returning to the sneering mask he'd seen upon entrance.

"Husband? I was not aware that Potions Master Snape married."

"He chose to keep his name as a sign of respect to his heritage. I will only say this once, Tom Riddle, and no more. Stay away from Severus."

"What about the rumors that hint the traitorous werecub of Greyback was also married?"

"The same goes for him."

"Have they made a vow of service?" Harry nearly cracked up right then and there. The monster was genuinely interested in the habits of Angels...

"In a manner of speaking. Oh, and Riddle? Get rid of the rat and put your soul back together before you end up in Father's Book of Hell."

Tracking down the bastards who'd attacked his Cobra took even less time. Voldemort had given up the names after Harry's biting advice. He was headed home now, Raph having gone back to chasing that poor Castiel. Harry chuckled as he alighted on his welcome mat and knocked on the door.

"This is the Snape-Ange du S-Harry. Remus, he's home!" Greetings consisted of bone-crushing hugs (had

he been a mortal) and long, tongue-filled kisses. In short, a fantastic welcome home. He purred as Severus pulled him inside then activated the privacy wards...

-PoV-

Remus yawned and sneezed as he encountered feathers tickling his sensitive nose. Oh, right... Harry was home now. He crooned lowly as he snuggled into the massive ebony wings, careful not to press too hard.

"Mmmphgrph... Dun wanna get up..." Harry groaned, looking at him with a sleepy green eye.

"Luv, you don't have to. Sev's been up for about an hour making your breakfast. He said something about a daytrip."

"Oh!" Harry tumbled off the end of their luxurious bed, feathers sticking up at odd angles. "Damn it, Sev! That was supposed to be a surprise!" Remus clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the giggles threatening to escape.

"I didn't say anything other than that, my sleepy Angel." Severus countered smoothly as he levitated breakfast over to the bed and motioning that their husband do the same. Remus got the feeling that this 'surprise', whatever it was, pertained to his furry little problem.

"Mmm..." Harry hummed around a mouthful of eggs before feeding him some as well. He took the bite, then purred as Severus scooped him up and plopped him into his lap without a word.

"Not that I'm objecting or anything, but what's with the pampering?" he asked as Severus found his favorite itchy spot.

"Perhaps because we want to?" Sev replied unruffled by the abrupt question. "You give us every excuse in the book..."

"About how you don't want to be coddled just because you turn fluffy during the full moon. So this is our way of appreciating you." Harry finished as Severus fed him sausage links. His brow furrowed as he tried to figure out the angle. "No angles, Moony; we promise. Just lay back an-" The doorbell rang, cutting Harry off momentarily.

"Delivery for one Messer Moony?" the familiar voice had him smiling. "One Padfoot and Prongs at your service! Plus a pretty little Lily!"

"Siri, James, Lily! In here!" he called back, still in Severus's lap.

"Wow, your husband's really are pampering you." Lily said as she plopped onto the bed along with Sirius. James chatted with Harry about his job as an Auror.

"Apparently they do. We're supposed to go somewhere, but no one's telling me where..." he sighed dramatically, elbowing his beloved Cobra gently.

"Ah, ah. I can't spoil this." Severus chided softly, kissing the back of his neck as he served himself after Remus's plate was full of favorites. "You'll love it though."

"Alright. I trust you two."

His jaw dropped at the sight of the sign.

"Wha-HOW?" This place was notoriously hard to get into, but recommended by most of his coworkers; Lupus Retreat and Therapy Center.

"Your coworkers thought you worked a little too hard." Harry said solemnly, green eyes serious. He turned to face Severus and found soft pools of obsidian.

"We apologize for not telling you, but you needed to rest before we could take the Portkey here."

"Oh, you must be Remus!" The scent of an Alpha werewolf sent him into a feral mood. A snarl ripped up from his chest as he stood in front of his husbands. "Hmm. A Beta? We haven't had a Beta in a while. You're his mates?"

"Why is he like that? He's never done that before..." Severus sounded confused, but not scared. Remus whimpered and buried his face into Severus's chest. A calming hand stroked through his hair and rubbed at the base of his ears, causing his crooning to start up. "Rem? It's okay. We'll be staying here with you." He sighed, hugged Sev and breathed in his scent before turning back around. Harry grabbed his hand, interlinking their fingers for comfort.

"Well then. Center rules don't normally allow spouses-" Remus growled lowly at the thought of being away from the men he'd come to think of as Alphas. "But since he sees you as 'pack', you're allowed. Do keep in mind that other werewolves will challenge you for the right to your husband. I hope you can defend yourselves." The male stated, raising the clipboard and his free hand in defeat. "I'm Romulus, by the way, but the 'wolves just call me Rom." The cheery smile didn't fool him for a second. Remus huffed before he tugged on Harry's hand and followed the councilor with more than a little trepidation.

The Alphas were surprisingly civil after he'd broken three arms, four legs and about fifteen noses in his defense. Harry and Severus could hold their own, as was their way. He'd found the Beta section full of whiny females and pompous twits of males. They'd expected him to watch the fights with them. One such incident cured them of wanting to associate with him.

-FLASHBACK-

By about the eighth fight for his attention, Remus was bored out of his skull. Ugh, born Alphas and their 'pick me' attitudes were really starting to grate on him.

"Why aren't you watching them?" the female voice was Filiks, a high-ranking Beta.

"One, I already have mates; two, I'm sickened by their blood by now. The smell's atrocious." he quipped back, allowing his gaze to wander over Severus's long frame and Harry's wings glimmering in the moonlight.

"Blood doesn't turn you on? What kind of a Beta are you?"

"A bitten one. I didn't ask to turn furry a day out of every month." this time he hissed his answer, baring his fangs.

"By who?"

"Greyback." Moony was running close to the surface tonight... Rarin' for a fight with anything that showed enough spark.

"Such a waste. You would have made a fine born Beta." Oh, that was it! Snide remarks aside, he was sick of the insinuations that he leave his mates for another werewolf. He roared, shifting into half-wolf form effortlessly in his anger. "You wish to fight me?"

"What's it look like, bitch?" The Alphas ceased fighting and watched them as she looked at her nails, flicking away imagined dirt.

"This means you'll be the top Beta."

"Like I care?" Now that his dander was up, he wanted to fight not idly chit-chat.

"Your second?"

"Don't need one."

"As you wish; such insolence from a bitten cub."

He grinned, flexed his claws and laughed, "Cub? We'll see."

-END FLASHBACK-

He hadn't fought like that since his creation, but it was like getting on a bike; so easy to figure out once he was in the groove. She hadn't stood a chance. So he was technically Alpha of the Beta pack; but who cared?

Harry held him close, wings wrapped around him and Sev.

"Can we go home now? I need the peace of St. Mungo's." he murmured, content to drowse as Severus and Harry made plans to get back to England.

Ending A/N: Such a strange chapter... But it works, so I'm not gonna argue with the Muses. Thank you all for a wonderful start! As always, folks, ASK ME FOR DRABBLES! Your very own or a continuation.