A/N: Another request from Andie! Geez, finally remembered the first one was for Nightshade sydneylover 150... So sorry! 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 nogistalgic 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...-
"I am High Priestess of the Solar Nest. I knew you became one of us some time in the night due to the now deceased Horcrux Cobranthon Nagini, familiar of the self-styled Lord Voldemort. You, however, may call me Lady, or Nerissa."
"Headmaster of Hogwarts, Potions Master Severus T. Snape; my magical surname is Prince. Do me the honor of calling me Severus." He answered her unspoken question with the highest title he had and pulled on what little his mother had taught him of Naga.
"Magic herself has restored your proper surname, Lord Prince. The records will show an adoption ceremony presided by her." Severus smiled sadly; restored too late to please his Mum. "You are displeased... but only in one regard."
-Rain-
Severus shrugged, but answered the Solar Nest High Priestess, "My Mother would have been proud to hear of this but it is many years too late."
"Ah. You greatly loved your Egg-Bearer."
"One other, though she was not to become my Mate."
"The Speaker... What is your opinion of him?"
"As the offspring of my hated rival and the woman I loved? Or as a man?"
"Niether. Your personal perception."
"He is his father in looks and his mother in temperament. Why?"
"Now that he has been discovered, our Clans will want to teach him. You are to be partnered with the only outside link we have left to the Wizarding World. It has been a long time since a Speaker has awoken to his true potential... Death has played a factor in much of his life and therefore rules him in a manner unlike any other of his kind." Severus felt honored by such trust and he managed not to close his mask over it. "Yes, your task before you is rife with more of what you have endured, but will be more than worth it in the end."
-PoV-
Harry lifted his Professor and twirled him about, completely unperturbed by the dark scowl that crossed the Naga's face.
"Alive, you're bloody alive!" he cheered. He chose to ignore the incredulous looks the others were giving him.
"Unhand me, brat, or else find yourself at the end of my wand," the acerbic response only brightened his smile. "And stop grinning like an imbicil."
"Well, you didn't show up with my family, so I had a niggling feeling that you were either okay or you'd staved off the effects of the poison." His Professor scowled again and it wrinkled the now Romanesque nose in a manner that could only be described as (though Harry would NEVER say it his face) cute.
"Fool-" Harry hummed as he kissed the warm, pliant lips beneath his own. Snape was silent for a good minute before he became animated again. "Why?"
"Mmm, 'cause you wouldn't still that sharp tongue and I wanted a taste?" Obsidian eyes blinked before his former Professor smirked in understanding.
"How positively Slytherin."
The next few months caused an uproar in the British Wizarding World. Harry refused to part from Severus, something Skeeter viscously used her pen to rip open scars and throw salt in old wounds; but he stuck by his chosen and Severus had finally threatened her with the one thing they still had over her.
"Ms. Skeeter, do you recall being in a jar at one point?" Severus smirked evilly as her rouged cheeks paled beyond their normal. "We can take said jar to the lake and feed it to the squid in the Black Lake." She swallowed before smiling with patented falsehood.
"What may I do for you fine gentlemen?"
"Apologize for one and stop printing useless blather. Find your facts, use them, but do not feature us into another story," his lover said in his velvety voice, onyx eyes flashing with a malice Harry rarely saw anymore. "As for your beloved Quick-Quotes Quill, that's mine." Severus plucked it from her nerveless fingers and snapped it in half with a pleased smile. Of course to the rest of the world, Severus looked like he'd taken more than 500 points from Gryffindor. Harry merely grinned and took the fragments to snap them again before casting an Incendio on the remains. They had an appointment with Delores Umbridge about Severus's status as a Naga Liaison. Oh, the things they were revealing would put the woman in a catatonic state...
The Ministry officials either stood gawking at them or hurriedly going about their business as though the 'Conqueror' would smite them where they stood. Harry rolled his eyes and marched up to the desk, smiling at the bubble-gum popping wand checker.
"Harry Potter and Severus Snape to see Delores Umbridge."
The woman grinned then pointed out which floor she was on with a good deal more glee than was necessary until she whispered to Harry, "She demoted me because I am halfVeela. Gut her if you get the chance, Mr. Potter." Severus shared a rather nasty smirk with them both.
"Indeed." All it took was going up three floors from the Atrium and down a horrifically pink hallway to meet the witch who thought she was going to ruin what they had.
"Ah, you're... late." Beady little eyes watched their every movement as she sipped from her sickeningly-sweet kitten china cup.
"No. We're as stated by the Ministry-Approved letter sent to us on Saturday: 'Eleven fifteen on the dot.' Might I sit?" His lover was in rare form today, snapping out sarcastic remarks as easy as breathing. "Good. We are not here for a social visit."
"You're not?" the simpering tone made Harry want to reach across the desk and hit her. He never hit women; it was against all sense of honor and this... particular person had a lot of anger directed at them.
"Perhaps my voice didn't reach that pathetic excuse you call a brain, Madame Umbridge. I am not going to repeat myself. Why are we here?" Severus hissed softly, leaning into her personal space as he planted his hands on her dreadful desk. "I want no platitudes. Speak plainly or you shall find yourself in a difficult bind." Merlin, why did Sev have to be so damn sexy when he was angry?
"You're a Creature that is labeled Dark. In violation of Code 2034th made by Minister Fudge, you should be detained in a cage until further notice. As for Mr. Potter... Since he knowingly slept with a Class 16 Dark Creature, he will be castrated and taken to Azkaban." she trilled, spinning her china cup with malicious glee.
"In accordance with the Contract of Hadrianus, Code 2034 should not exist."
"The what?" Umbridge hissed back, her face bloating even more.
"The Contract of Hadrianus was made before the Ministry even existed and supersedes all modern laws made in deference to the Seven Naga Clans that settled here. Surely you recognize the significance, Madame?" She sputtered, lukewarm tea spewing forth as she wailed. "Do shut up. Silencio. There, much better now. Listen close and listen well, Ms. Umbridge, for this is a one-time warning from the Clans. Attack Harry or the Clans again legally and we have the right to subject you to Olde Magik." They were faced with a pasty-colored toad that dashed from the office to hear downright nasty retches. "Dicta-Quill, parchment, and legal stamp." They popped into existence as Harry Summoned them. "She's in for a shock, I think."
"Mildly put, Sev, mildly put."
Harry hummed around his mouthful of toast as Ron cackled with glee, doing a strange little jig.
"You did it!" Sly green eyes met obsidian over the rim of the tea cup.
"Did what? All Severus and I did was visit Umbridge."
"Liar. She's in a catatonic state." He feigned surprise as he managed to innocently eat his bacon before Ron continued with his rant, "There's something fishy..."
"Mmm, we're having salmon. Sev picked some up from the markets."
"That's not what I meant."
"I totally agree." That silenced Ron for a moment as the chess-strategist thought it out thoroughly.
"You didn't!"
"Might have?"
"Oi! Bloody brill that is!"
"What's all this racket? I have breakfast-" Mrs. Weasley stopped short of the doorjamb and stared at the sight of all three of them in her kitchen casually chatting. Her gaze lingered over him out of habit more than concern and gave a short nod to Sev. She cooked breakfast, smacking Ron's hand away from the freshly made bread. "No. That's for Tonks and Remus."
"They'll make it?"
"Yes, Harry dear." Harry grinned and polished off his breakfast.
-PoV-
If anyone had asked Severus what his life would have been after the Final Battle he'd have snarked that he'd be dead. But no here he was, albeit a Magical Creature that could crush the life out of anyone with his tail, sipping a light rosé wine and enjoying himself. Of course Harry was the catalyst to his current enjoyment but tonight was not a time to mull that over. It was a night of celebration and Severus acknowledged that he had all the reasons in the world to celebrate...
Ending A/N: Gah, it wasn't coming out! I quit! *Pulls hair through frustration and begs with blue eyes* I'msorryitdidn'tturnoutrightAndie! As always, folks, ASK ME FOR DRABBLES!