A/N: A brand-new Drabble courtesy of Akaluan! Harry is a full-blooded inu yokai. Read on, my lovely fans, and discover another product of my mind... Akaluan, I hope this meets your expectations!

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. There's mention of blood, past abuse, and beatings. Oh, and SEX. Yeah, that lovely three-letter word that most of you either go squick or read anyway. It's been marked so you can skip it, if that's not what you came here for!

-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! Since Harry's in Japan, I figured Japanese names couldn't go wrong. They say last names first though, so it might be a bit confusing. Harry is referred to as Inazuma (lightning for his scar) and Severus is Arashi (storm for his temperament). It makes sense in my head... Dunno if it makes sense to you all. *sheepish grin*

-Iridescent-

Life was never easy, Inazuma mused silently as he ran away from his adoptive home. Countless years with a samurai who thought too highly of himself and a wife who was concerned only what the other wives and servants thought had taught him that. He was limping from the last beating the samurai had delivered; making his way to a Shinto temple to be granted shelter. Blood dribbled down to the ground, soaking his plain cotton hakama and furosode. Each step was as painful as the step before it, yet he'd travelled farther than he ever had in his life.

"By Buddha's tree! Young man, what are you doing out in this weather?" The woman exclaimed in a shocked tone.

"Temple." he rasped lowly, the word scraping out of his burning throat. "Protected there." Black spots swam in his vision and he accepted the welcome void...

A childish squeal of glee was the first thing that registered in his senses followed by soft hands petting him. He groaned lowly, levering himself up with his forearms into a sitting position. The child stares at him with solemn golden eyes before wagging a cute white tail.

"Mama-San brought you here." Inazuma narrowed his eyes at the lanky teen who lounged in his doorway. The kid reeked of wealth and the lavender stripes indicated that he was speaking with a high-rank inu. "Well?"

"I am Midori Inazuma." He allowed his own yokai to rumble to the surface, giving himself bright green stripes as well as an elegant black silk kimono done with green stitching; his hair tumbles down his back as he kneels before the still-happy cub. "And you, little one?" he murmurs softly, scratching behind the fluffy ears absently.

"Shiro!"

"I see."

"Up!"

"As the little one demands..." he scoops up the giggling pup, raising an eyebrow when the teen gapes.

"Well?" Shiro presses his face against Inazuma's neck and he allows it.

"... It's Ame."

"Ah, our guest has already charmed Shiro. He doesn't take to many yokai. You may call me Mameha or Mama-San; everyone does."

"Where am I?"

"Of course. You are on Lord Kuro's lands, Lord of the South. It seemed as if you travelled very far."

"I was in the Northern Lands, under the rule of a human samurai... If you could call him that." Inazuma rumbled, handing the pup off to Ame.

"Take Shiro for his bath," Mameha ordered the teen her grey eyes hard and cool. "Our guest and I need to speak." The inu opens his mouth press the issue when Mameha growls. "Now." Ame vanishes with Shiro and Inazuma faces the irate tora yokai. "He is but a cub and he will learn..."

"Mameha, have you seen-" Inazuma is awed by the newcomer, an inu Lord who wears his title with humbleness instead of arrogance. "Ah. Shiro's in the bath, I take it, along with Ame? Welcome to the South." The Lord is off again before Inazuma can take a closer look. Mameha laughs at his dropped jaw. He shuts it with a click before regaining his manners.

"That was the Lord of the South?" She sighs before leading him over to the tatami mats. They sit seiza, facing each other as she waits for him to begin.

"I know this is difficult. We need to know." she says, understanding in her eyes.

"I was born into a powerful inu family. Their enemy bribed one of the guards into letting them in... My parents were murdered, but my maid, she hid me. I spent three days in that hiding place with her, listening as that monster tortured my parents with my supposed death. The compound was full of traitors by this point, but we managed to stay put long enough. She and I buried all of them and burnt the palace to the ground. We spent many years in the wilderness of my homeland, fending off bandits and treasure hunters. Yuki got sick, eventually, and we moved into the village of the samurai. He demanded I work for him as compensation of letting two yokai stay... I hid my yokai, making it seem as though he'd gotten a hanyou. He was furious. I never let him touch Yuki. She was weaker than she made out to be; she died two years into my service of that human offal. I was allowed to bury her in our homeland, but nothing more. I escaped him last night. I couldn't stand to bow before that bastard anymore." he finished roughly, his throat still sore.

"A terrible story... Do you know who did it?"

"Lord of the East, General Taifū." Inazuma growled, his injuries still healing.

"I apologize, Lord...?"

"Midori Inazuma."

"Lord Midori." It's been years since anyone has called him that. "Let us get you to our Healer then."

-PoV-

Arashi is shocked to hear that the missing Heir of the Midori Lands is healing in his home. Mameha sighs and then tells him a horrifying story of the days after the compound was burnt to the ground.

"Inazuma? He is the lightning to your storm, my Lord." she says softly as she draws his bath.

"Stop matchmaking, old tiger." he snaps, ordering her out with a glare. He sank into the tub after scrubbing himself off outside of it. Yet the younger inu Lord broke his silent meditation with wide emerald eyes and flawless skin. Black puppy ears made him even cuter than an inu Lord had a right to be... Damn Mameha! He toweled off viciously, snarling out his bad mood. Lord Midori had better not cross his path tonight.

Kami! No such luck as he passed down the hallway to his room. Lord Midori was asleep in guest rooms adjacent from him, as befitting an inu of such status. Did Mameha have to torture him? He peeked in on the other Lord smiling softly as he saw a bundle under the furs.

-Two Months Later; Lord Arashi's Palace-

-PoV-

Inazuma yawned, fluffing his tail out as he stretched. Mameha had shaken him awake quite gently. She was respectful to him and surprisingly arrogant with the resident inu Lord. They sat seiza and waited for Mameha to serve their breakfast of rice and cold meats. He allowed Lord Arashi the first piece following him as they ate in relative silence; but not this morning, it seemed.

"Would you like to ride the lands with me, Lord Midori?" the silky baritone rolled down his spine, almost making him croon at the sound.

"It would be a pleasure, Lord Kuro."

The subjects seemed to adore the inu Lord. Surprise was the least of the reactions from the human and demon vassals when he rode his dragon alongside the Southern Lord's.

"Lord Ara, Lord Ara!" Two kitsune cubs stopped the resident Lord, tugging on the thick silk robes with tiny paws. "Guest?"

"Lord Midori is indeed my guest, young ones." the soft voice made Inazuma smile.

"Mate?" He looked at Lord Kuro, a blush staining his cheeks at the innocent question.

"No, young ones."

"He pretty." Inazuma's smile pressed into a thin line, anger lighting the emerald gaze like nothing else had.

"Thank you." Each township was incredulous that he rode next to Lord Kuro and was not his Mate. The cities were less so but to a greater degree of suspicion. On their way back to the palace, he kneed his dragon with greater force and took off, trying to erase his anger at the presumptions. Lord Kuro followed at a distance as he leapt off the dragon, transforming with a roar into his true form. Paws pounded the vast lands, flinging rich black earth up from under curved claws. Lord Kuro transformed silently, padded paws loping behind him at a measured pace. He whirled on the larger inu in a clearing, baring his teeth in a ferocious snarl.

Lord Kuro pinned him easily before he heaved upwards, flipping them and biting into the other inu's scruff. They scuffled for several more minutes, Inazuma coming out on top each time. He panted then licked Lord Kuro's muzzle, crooning softly. A low huff was his reply and the other inu Lord rolled out from underneath him. Making their way back to the dragons, Inazuma deep in thought. He brooded throughout dinner and the daily sparring match. Mameha was not as nosy, Ame was silent and Shiro merely cuddled with him as his thoughts chased each other as pups playing roughly in his mind. The solution snapped into his mind around midnight. Court the Lord of the South; ridiculously easy once it formed.

-PoV-

Arashi sought out Lord Midori in the morning, heeding his intuition for a Mate which he had denied himself for a few centuries.

Ending A/N: Ah, about time I left you guys with another cliffhanger. So, Akaluan, did I deliver? As always, folks, ASK ME FOR DRABBLES!