A/N: Another of Andie's requests! The first one was for BasilMacVae! Thank you all for your love of my pathetic drabbles. This is my most popular story series with over 80,000 words and 80 reviews. And I owe it all to you guys... Crap, you're making me feel nostalgic and this story has only been posted for less than half a year! Ahaha. Ignore the rant above and 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...-
"Stay here. I will not stand for him frightening you." He strode out, lengthening his stride, calling upon the power clamoring to be let loose. A wicked scythe materialized in his hand, boots tapping out a hard rhythm as the sand hardened under the wake of his power. The Wizard was cloaked in black as well, but a much lighter shade and with a white mask. "Speak, Wizard, for you find yourself in a place most dangerous." he hissed out, grounding the end of his scythe against the ground.
"I am Evan Avery. I seek the one called Harry Potter; he was moored here by the Ministry."
"Indeed. It is no business of yours."
"It is; I have rights to him!" Severus let a soft laugh echo around them.
"By what right, mortal? This island belongs to me and mine. Anything left upon its sands is claimed by the very gods themselves." Cold assurance laces his answer this time.
"This parchment states we're marri-"
-Sscroll here.- he commanded, the parchment slapping into his gloved hand instantly. The heavy scrawl did not indicate any sort of claim; in fact, it was a forged document saying that the man was married to his Ssael'sska. -Liess.- The fires of truth burned the scroll to bits of ash. "It stated nothing of the kind, mortal. It is folly to do so. Forgeries are recognized and burnt. So shall the liar join his fake." He lowered the hood and allowed the flow of his gift, freezing the man into a statue of a frightened, fumbling Wizard. Raising the great scythe, he sliced effortlessly through the limestone, causing the statue to shatter into tiny pieces. A gasp told him that Harry had seen it all. "I... This is what I am. For all I seem mortal, I am not." The immortal blade vanished into black smoke, along with the boots and the hooded cloak. "Go. I cannot bear it." he said lowly, turning away in shame. When he felt warmth blooming along the front, he saw Harry had burrowed against him, arms wrapped tightly about his waist, only clad in the leggings.
"I feel safe here."
"You are sure this is what you want?"
"Never more in my life, Sev."
"Then let us go home, Ssael'sska."
"What does that mean, by the way?" Harry asked as Severus scooped him up in a gentle embrace.
"Precious jewel."
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Harry padded along the stretch his toes sinking into the sand with each wave of crystal clear water lapping at the beach. Severus was still asleep in the bedchambers, exhausted from their romp in and on the bedding. The sunrise was a welcome sight as Harry sat on the white grains.
"Pleasant morning, is it not?" Green eyes widened as he scooted away from the tall male and flicked his wand out of its holster as he stood. "Ah. I have forgotten that many mortals are skittish." An astonishing shade of bright teal hair fell over one lagoon-green eye, making this god look particularly roguish. Rough, calloused hands rested on solid hips, the being tilting his head to the side as if curious, clad in a pair of bright blue swim trunks.
"I'm not mortal." he managed carefully, flicking out the Elder wand as the Invisibility Cloak settled on his shoulders over his tunic and leggings; he'd left his boots, foolishly thinking it safe. "At least not in the traditional sense."
"Hades mentioned you, didn't he, at our annual meeting?" Ebony brows furrowed in confusion before Harry shrugged his shoulders. "You're the Master of Death, no?" He sighed, allowing his objects of power to fade away.
"A tiring job, if you must know... Poseidon."
"A correct guess for once. A rare one you are."
"Story of my life." Harry snarked, leading the way back to the sprawling villa.
Severus kissed him openly, then left a love-bite that the sea god laughed at.
"I see you've already been claimed by Severus." Lagoon-green watched in amusement as Sev asserted himself. "Mmm, but it does make me wonder... Would you be able to resist me?"
"Resist you?"
-'Dion'ss got a sssiren ssspell.- Severus hissed out, disgruntlement on his exotic face.
"Oh, dear. Severus, have I upset you?" Poseidon asked, worry in his eyes.
-Ssmartarsse.- his lover snarled, baring his fangs.
"I should not have suggested it."
"Sseveruss? I am already immune to most compulsion curssess. I asssk that you trussst me." Obsidian eyes bored into his green, an unknown emotion swimming in the deep pools.
-It iss done.-
"I'm ready." Poseidon cast a murky blue spell at him. He blinked and smiled as it faded. "Well?"
"Come to me." The voice was the same as ever, which made Harry cross his arms and laugh. "It should be working."
"Oops. I forgot to mention the whole submissive/dominant thing the Master of Death has inbuilt as a fail-safe; my bad. Sev's the only one I'll ever want." he purred as he snuggled close to the Gorgon descendant.
-Ssael'sska... Do you mean that?-
"Pleasse, I have better tasste in men. That hunk of meat hasss nothing on your mind, body and company." Poseidon looked distinctly perturbed by what he was hearing. "Not a fan of the ssnake tongue?" He rolled his eyes when the sea god frowned. "I said, 'you're not really a fan of Parseltongue?' Geez, what'd you think we said?"
"Intimate talk." The dull blue blush had Harry giggling.
He watched as Umbridge searched the beach for his statue, her toad-like face scrunching up with her rage.
"Gorgon! I sent that liar here to be frozen!"
"Undersecretary you do realize that certain individuals are, in fact, immune to my particular talents and that I am primarily a sculptor; I am not your execution service." Severus projected his voice, taking pains to hiss as much as possible. "This island is a vessel of divine truths and your prisoner is not a liar. As I told Avery, anything left upon its sands is claimed by the very gods themselves."
"Avery's been dead since the First War!"
"I saw otherwise." Severus stepped out in his statue-slaying gear, motioning that he stay in the shadows. "My scythe broke him."
"Oh my. Severus, have I come at a bad time?" The gorgeous blond with winged sandals asked, grey eyes curious.
"Not at all, Mercury. The platter's on the table." Sev turned back to the now fearful Witch, power just roiling off of him in pleasurable waves. "Leave, Witch, and do not set foot upon this isle again; it shall be your death if you do." She gave a horrified little squeak and hurried back to her small, disgustingly pink dingy. As soon as she was out of sight, Severus banished the gear back to its closet and greeted Mercury properly. "Merc, what took you so long?"
"Dion sputtered about how much of a prude your chosen seems to not be. He was blushing the entire time. Hi, Mercury, messenger god. You are?"
"Harry," he answered with a grin, "You're also the trickster god, patron of thieves, liars, and those who are orphaned."
"Ah. You're one, I take it." Mercury's gaze softened and he fluttered down to the ground, the tiny wings popping out of existence. "Call me Merc 'cause I can't stand my full name-"
"Which is Hermes Mercurias. I read all about the Pantheon." he countered cheekily, "And I'm the born son of the Marauders."
"You're Shadow? I have this little book full of the pranks they pulled, but Prongs... Prongs was the greatest of them all. He spawned a son to continue the craft, had he lived. Your story is a harsh one, Harry, but worth it in the end, no?"
-PoV-
Merc stayed for a full sennight. Harry managed to pull several pranks that had never been thought of on his distant cousin. They sat on the veranda, staring out at the sea, quietly talking.
"Sev? Does he make you happy?"
Severus chuckled softly, "More than you know. Don't bother asking Ven or D, you hear?" Grey eyes looked at him for a long moment before Mercury nodded.
"I hate it when you foil my plans. I'm just glad you weren't around when I tricked Apollo..."
"Let me guess, you wouldn't have done-"
"Oh, no. I'd have done it, just given the lute to my brother a lot faster under your gaze." came the cheeky reply, a lopsided-grin at the ready. "And not traded the staff."
"Liar."
"I know."
Zeus dropped by after Merc... but not in the expected manner. The storm clouds roiled as he stepped down from his chariot, blue eyes colder than he'd seen in a while. Harry shivered by his side vibrant emerald eyes dulled considerably.
"Severus."
"Zeus." They had a... complicated past, for lack of a better word. "What brings you here?"
"The Master of Death. He knows his time here is coming to a close."
"Leave Severus out of this." Harry hissed, an otherworldly fire kindling in the beloved gaze. "You know as well as I do that he's the catalyst." He didn't like how Harry froze up.
"Love was not in the equation Death."
"It's there, so you can take up the arse. The Fates decreed it. Who are you to change their minds? Destiny and I have spoken; the Other Realm agrees." He knew he was missing something vital in this conversation and gasped as he realized what it was.
A Prophecy made to him by three blind women from his childhood came roaring to the surface. "Death's love/ Interference from above/Nigh, be wary stone maker/For you are the tie-breaker..." Twin intense gazes landed on him as he uttered the words. "What's wrong with Harry loving me, Zeus?"
"He's not supposed to! It goes against the contract he made with the Hallows."
"Rules are made to be broken and haven't you broken a few yourself? Must I involve Hera again?" he hissed back, hackles raised, fangs slick with poison as he stood in front of Harry. "You know you are not immune to my bite. Leave."
"You cannot keep him here."
"Watch me." The chariot thundered off and he found himself with an armful of crying Harry. "Harry, what am I going to do with you? You get into the worst sort of trouble..."
"Love me?" came the watery question.
"Always, Ssael'sska."
What followed were the most halcyon weeks he'd ever had. Harry was as bright as the sun, green eyes full of love and adoration.
"Sev, look! What are those?" his beloved asked, pointing out to the dancing hippocampi.
"A herd of hippocampus. That's odd. 'Dion, where are you?"
"I figured that your lover needed a distraction. Zeus is an ass." 'Dion stated succinctly.
"I had to threaten him." he sighed, flicking his braid over his shoulder. "His blood tastes terrible, by the way."
"That's why he came back with a stone arm that one evening..."
"Hmph. He tried to seduce me that time. Idiot." Poseidon rolled his eyes and watched with him as Harry was drawn in by the hippocampi, riding them through the waves with absolutely no fear.
Ending A/N: Churning these out is tiring! Blegh. I wasn't feeling well when I typed this. As always, folks, ASK ME FOR DRABBLES!