A/N: Okay, folks, this one's for IndieWrites! She made my day with her review! As always, 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...-

"They are too, Sev." he countered, grinning as he swung their hands together. "I had 'Mione look it up in the Library. Anyone over the consenting age of sexual relations is allowed to have a fully condoned relationship, provided that the Professor is of likewise consent. Any distension of said relationship is negated due to Sector Beta, Segment 86 of the Hogwarts Charter.' See?" The next moment found Harry flat on his back on the hearthrug, Severus staring down at him in awe.

"Thank you."

"Mmm, anytime."

FoF FoF FoF FoF FoF FoF FoF

Voldemort couldn't believe what he was seeing. Severus laughed as the Pegasus nudged his side, running an absent hand through the prideful creature's mane easily.

"Severus."

"Milord." came the mild reply, his second bowing briefly at the sight of him.

"Sparta seems in fine fettle." Dark, unreadable eyes flicked to the stallion, which whickered softly before turning a cold emerald gaze upon himself. "There is a race."

"Race? He would buck me off. He's a wild Pegasus. What?" The stallion seemed to think otherwise, nudging his most trusted and tossing its head. "Sparta! You're serious?" Emerald eyes closed and the Pegasus nodded. "A done deal, Milord."

-PoV-

Severus spun on Harry the moment they were back in 'their' clearing.

"What were you thinking?"

"Think, Sev. What's a better place to hear the opinion on the one you serve?" Emerald eyes flashed with a power that made Severus shiver. "Sev?"

"Your eyes... Just now, there was..."

"Oh. They're starting up again, huh? But I have you to ground me-" Harry transformed as Zabini approached them, blowing out a soft breath and flicking his tail from side-to-side.

"Professor, is it true the Dark Lord entered your stallion in the Pureblood race?"

"I am not one to predict our Lord's moods, but in his wisdom he has decided Sparta would make an excellent racer."

"May I?"

"Ask him; he's very intelligent for a Pegasus."

"Sparta?" The stallion whickered softly and placed his nose in the Italian boy's hand. "A full nineteen hands, groomed hooves, a blue hint in the coat... It's like he was born to fly, Sir. Your wings, great cavallo?" They twitched before releasing all fifteen meters in tip-top condition. "Bello, molto bello. He was a gift from our Lord?"

"I was ordered to originally capture him. The others were not as inclined and wished to slay Sparta."

"It is a good thing this stallion is beautiful, no? Our Lord did not wish to harm such a magnificent Pegasus."

"I have no direct link as Potter does. How should I know what the Dark Lord thinks?"

"Mmm, ask him, Professor. I want to change sides. This... war is senseless. But I'm not allying with Dumbledore."

"Hmph. It is not as if Potter and I are on speaking terms. The brat avoids me if at all possible." he snapped back, retreating behind the facade of Professor. "As if I would ever voluntarily spend time with him. Dumbledore demands it of me." Sparta neighed harshly, taking off in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. "Now, if you will excuse me. Do not expect leniency if I catch you past curfew." He whirled sharply on his heel, his strides long and hurried.

He found Harry staring at him in the middle of the forest. Emerald eyes showed hurt and confusion, making Severus sigh as he embraced the stiff Gryffindor.

"I am sorry."

"Just- Why do you have to refer to me as though we still hate each other?" the lanky teen tore away from him, anger and power flashing in the now fierce emerald gaze. "I-" Severus dropped to his knees, again holding Harry. His charge keened loudly as he buried his face into Severus's shoulder. "Why?" Tears soaked his robes, making the guilt dig even deeper.

"Fate's cruel, my beloved. We cannot control what has already been determined. But we can fight it with every breath we have and every bit of magic we possess." he murmured, tightening his grip.

"B-Beloved?" Harry hiccupped, watery emerald eyes looking up with a hopeful expression.

"You somehow wrapped yourself around my heart, my stallion. I can count the number of people on one hand who have managed that feat." the quiet admission had wrung him dry and he let the tears from emotions spanning across nearly a decade slip down his cheeks as he rocked them both back and forth.

-PoV-

Harry stumbled into his bed in the Tower, eyes red-rimmed as well as exhausted, physically, emotionally and mentally. Ron rose a ginger eyebrow that lowered and his best mate motioned they would talk later... Thank goodness it was the weekend!

He awoke slowly, yawning as he curled into the warm body behind him. Wait, warm body? He sat up suddenly and saw that he was in their clearing, Severus still sleeping peacefully on what appeared to be a Transfigured mattress. There was a note. It read simply:

Harry,

You were having nightmares again. I got the Professor and he insisted you'd be alright with him. Mind telling us what's going on?

Ron

Harry smiled fondly at the note before snuggling up to Severus again, sighing as his... Well, what role did Sev play? He certainly wasn't boyfriend-material (it was far too serious for that), nor were they lovers (not quite yet) at this point. So, where did it fit? Sev cracked open an eye and chuckled quietly.

"Your shields may be up, but your emotions tell me you're thinking about something."

"Us, actually. What are we to each other?" he asked, grabbing Severus's hand with both of his own.

"Practically engaged." drawled Severus, a small smirk on his face. "We skipped the dating stage and went straight to being fiancés. Would you like to go on a date?"

"But where would be safe enough, yet not have any connections to Wizarding or Muggle England?" he mused aloud, his mind coming up blank.

"Wizarding Belgium." came the prompt reply. "I'm fluent in Belgian and I attended a seminar there once. Fascinating place to go on a date with you."

"Knowing my luck, though..."

"Then we'll deal with it when the time comes."

He quickly explained to Ron and 'Mione about his expanding powers, how Severus balanced them and the fact that they were going on a real 'date.'

"Harry, that's wonderful! Wizarding Belgium is neutral in all sorts of politics. It's why a former DE and you- Hold on." Hermione enthused before fleeing the boy's dorm. She came right back, holding a bottle of what looked like Muggle concealer. "This ought to work on your scar. I don't know why I haven't thought of it before."

Harry stared at it for the longest moment and then thought about the ramifications. "Oh."

"Yes, you can be like everybody else; pushing aside the fact that you're a Wizard. Come here and let me work my Muggle magic..."

Severus looked for his scar and asked how he'd hidden it.

"Hermione's Muggle makeup. I've put a charm on it to make it so that it doesn't smear." Sev looked mildly impressed before taking them to the International Floo Point.

"Belgium, ten o' clock sharp." his beloved murmured, asking for their pinch of green powder.

"Right away... sirs. Isn't he a little young-?"

"Mind your own business." Harry said in a saccharine tone, his matured voice causing the clerk to hastily correct herself.

"None of my business then. Here you go." With a practiced flick that Harry despaired of ever getting right, Severus took them both to Belgium with a whispered password.

-PoV-

Severus found himself falling in love with Wizarding Belgium all over again due to Harry. The contagious, happy grin his stallion sported caused many others to stop and chat with them, often using Translating Charms just to follow along. Emerald eyes often found his own, shy but determined affection in the warm gaze.

"What else is there to see?" Harry swung their hands playfully, the happiest he'd ever seen in public.

"Severus!" He turned to see the normally-reclusive Potions Master he'd made complicated brews beside in the International Contest, Halgaer Luxembourg. The man preferred the atrocious nickname of Hal. "And you might be?"

"This is Harry. What brings you to Belgium?"

"Ingredients, of course. But I live right around the corner. You simply must come for dinner! I found your work on the Veritaserum most intriguing..." He held up a finger and stroked a hand across Harry's face.

"This is your day. Would you like to go?" he asked softly with a small smile.

"Well, I've never been to a Potions Master's house before. You always keep your lab closed..." Harry said hesitantly, emerald eyes slightly nervous.

"It's because I want to spend time with you."

"Not all the time. Besides, I know you miss it. Yes, we'll come to dinner, Mr...?"

"Ah, how rude of me. I'm Halgaer Luxembourg; Potions Master at your service. My, you certainly are a mature young man." Harry scowled at that, the pout making Severus want to bend down a few centimeters and kiss away the worry. So he did just that, enjoying the taste of his green-eyed minx. "In public? You've changed for the better, I'd say. My wife will find your Harry a delight, no doubt."

Loretta (an American Witch who'd fallen for Hal) didn't make a huge fuss over Harry, which probably won her points in his stallion's book.

"So, you know what it's like when they get together. Ingredients, number of stirs, the properties of this Potion or that...What do you do?"

"Should I really answer that?"

"Oh, please, darling. I know you're younger than Severus. But you two work so well together. What's your secret?" Harry gave a small smile in his direction (he returned it, feeling warm when his beloved beamed) before replying.

"We talk... a lot. More than most people do, as well as spend an obscene amount of our snuggle time talking about things that are on our minds. Sev's brilliant and sometimes I can't keep up."

"I know how that feels." Loretta chuckled, offering Harry cookies. "They're my family's secret recipe, carried all the way from America."

"Mmm, ginger, cinnamon, sugar, flour, baking soda... and a hint of vanilla?" Severus had tasted them before and had missed the vanilla the first time around. Maybe that's why Harry wasn't a good brewer; he was a natural and needed to work under the radar.

"Wow! You're the first to guess all of it right. Severus's come close, but not quite. I'm guessing you cook."

"I confess I do like pastries and sweets more. I plan on opening a Wizarding version of a café." Harry chirruped, pulling out the plans that he kept in the brown satchel he'd insisted on taking with him. "I'm not sure how Wizarding space works just yet, so I've contacted a couple of Warding personnel and Curse Breakers..."

"Good place to start. Would you be adding a Muggle side as well?"

"I thought about it; really, but I think it'll be tough enough as it is on the Wizarding side. Maybe in a couple of years." Severus had abandoned his conversation with Hal to listen to Harry's excited planning.

Hal just gave him a knowing smirk, "Severus, you'd do well to keep a hold on that man."

-PoV-

Of course, Potter-luck had it that the Pureblood race was on Sunday. Harry'd shifted to Sparta and consented to everything but a bridle.

"Alright. No bridle then; please let there be some obscure rule telling them we can do that..."

There were, in fact, several such rules, thanks to the Bedouin Purebloods visiting with their prized mares. One such Pureblood sized him up as Severus removed all the needed gear and gave him a currying.

"Good sir, I have not seen such a stallion before. Have you been invited?"

"On Milord's orders, yes. Don't touch Sparta." Sev bit out, onyx eyes flashing with the pain of death as Ibn-Al Muhaim reached out. He reared, a shrill challenge scream tearing from him as he stomped close to the Arabian Chief. Baring his teeth, he nudged Severus behind him and spread his wings to full length. "Sparta." He shuffled to the side, relaxing his wings, placing his nose in Severus's chest as his beloved returned their 'hug.'

"Ah, I thought I heard a stallion." Lucius Malfoy strode up, his cane in hand. "Magnificent. Al-Muhaim, did you know he's killed several men? Sparta is named that for a reason. Would you like to see Abraxas instead?"

"Yes."

He snorted as the gear was placed back on, Severus mounting with a practiced ease and light seat.

"Does this feel alright?" his Slytherin whispered. "Prance and make sure all of the gear is tight enough." He whickered before shuffling side-to-side, half-rearing before shaking himself. "We're in the green then. Forward." Harry ambled forward; his long strides making him catch up to the rest of the Pegasi in the gate already. The groom tried to reach for his non-existent headstall before noticing there was none to grab.

"An Arabian?" Harry could feel Severus scowl at the gormless nitwit, who quickly revised his position. "Oh, not a bridle-taught stallion." The bell went off and Harry became Sparta, thundering down the track, hooves almost never touching the ground as his wings pumped him high into the air. There was no rider, only the wind and the other horses; the white stallion in particular that issued a challenge scream.

He answered, nostrils flaring as he launched himself higher, diving down on the other stallion and keeping abreast with him, barely aware of the awe-filled gasps that left the spectators. White and black feathers flashed in the brilliant sun, wing beat for wing beat as he strained to overpower the smaller stallion.

"Sparta, remember, it's just a race." Severus's soothing voice washed over him, giving him a second wind as he snapped open his wings to their fullest extent and created an updraft just for him, a black blur passing the aerial finish line. He back winged and landed safely, an elated whinny his only show of excitement.

"Winner: upstart stallion!" He whickered lowly, nosing Severus as he celebrated in his own fashion. "Would his owner please lead him to the circle?" Severus chuckled lowly, conjuring a headstall and motioning that he follow. He tossed his head and flapped his wings whenever someone got close enough to touch. The winner's circle was rather large, he noted absently as he strode by Severus's side. Voldemort was there, along with Lucius Malfoy and a Pureblood who was not a Death Eater. Harry could feel the Dark Marks on those present, as well as the smug feeling of the monster that'd killed his parents.

"Well done, Severus. May I introduce you Galen Prince?"

Sev stiffened, his blank mask in place as he intoned carefully, "Yes, Milord."

"You look familiar, Messr...?"

"Snape, Lord Prince. I trust Milord has a reason for this?" he said coolly, his grip on the hidden lead rope tightening.

"Your stallion, of course. Galen expressed an interest in breeding him." Harry shuffled so that he could nose Severus, flicking his tail in their direction. "Affectionate as ever with you, I see."

"Sparta." He whickered, but stubbornly didn't move.

"Lord Voldemort, I do believe that stallion wants nothing to do with my mares. You have heard of the old legends?"

"You mean to say-?"

"Indeed. That stallion has chosen Messr. Snape."

"Impossible."

"Very probable, my dear sir, and I'm sure he would not take lightly to being separated from his Chosen."

-PoV-

He carded his hands through Harry's unruly mop once more, chuckling softly as he got Harry's view of the events.

"Then you spoke in my ear and I had this second wind! I popped open my wings, flew like I do on my Firebolt and-BAM!-I won."

"Sounds like you had a grand time, beloved."

"Mmm, I did. Blegh." Harry hummed before making a disgusted noise.

"What?"

"Yule's in a week and a half. I hate Prophecies with a capital P. They end up making my life too complicated..."

Ending A/N: Ahhh! It felt right to end it there, so that's all you're gettin'! As always, folks, ASK ME FOR DRABBLES!