A/N: Apprentice and Andie asked me to continue this! Success, even though this is the only one I'm remotely happy with so far this February. Thanks for all of your support. Oh, and my alerter (whoever you may be) who seems to be intrigued by my stories and not commenting, please REVIEW. I don't bite... much. Just kidding. But seriously folks, review, review, REVIEW! It's what keeps me writing. I'm not one to hold my chapter's hostage (like some authors that ask for a specified amount...). I don't like it when people do that, so I'm not subjecting you all to it.

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...-

"Later." he snapped, barreling out of his back door, heading straight for the barn. "Stop here." The wand went away as Harry reached out a soothing hand to the trembling black Roc. "Silas? Shh, it's okay." A weak churr was his reward before the massive beak and head were in his lap, the heavy weight forcing him to sit down. "I'm here. Shhh..." He stroked from beak-tip to crest slowly, repeating the process until Silas slumped into a deep sleep, gleaming chest feathers rising and falling gently in a regulated pattern. "Careful not to wake him up. You can come in now."

"Harry, is he what I think he is?"

"A Roc? Yeah. He followed me from Mt. Everest to here."

BaRaaHP BaRaaHP BaRaaHP BaRaaHP

Ron stood in the barn's doorway, jaw hanging as Harry continued his soothing rhythm.

"Mt. Everest is halfway 'round the bloody world..." his best mate said lowly, shock in the brilliant blue. Harry shrugged; story of his life. "Of course, the impossible always happens to you, mate."

"It's something you get used to eventually. Silas's been here for about a week and he started have these... There's nothing to call them but night-terrors. I think it's being imprisoned in that glacier for hours that did it. I've done everything I can, read all the books, but touch seems to be working with him."

"Rocs don't trust easily."

"I know... He tried to take me out the first time I raised my wand towards him. All I was doing was a Point-Me. He made me drop both of them."

"A bird can't-"

"You ever see an angry Roc? Don't tell me that until you have. Silas is huge. When he stands up straight... Whew. The only things I can reach are his chest feathers."

"A Roc and human bond is usually based on mutual trust. Did you swear anything?"

"On Merlin and the Simgurgh."

"That's why he trusts you so much..."

"What? I'm coming up blank here." Ron asked, lost for once.

"The Simgurgh is the Roc deity. They're highly intelligent, loyal, and fiercely protective of those they place their trust in. Harry, you end up in the most amazing situations..." she sighed, twirling a shed down feather from Silas between her fingers.

Harry laughed, "You said it."

-PoV-

Severus took to watching Potter come home from work, absolutely exhausted each time he managed to flop into his blankets close to him. He debated long and hard with himself to speak with Harry. Yes, the man had managed to gain his respect. Don't ask him how; he has no idea and he's a genius.

"You know, I'm glad you can understand me Silas. It'd be great if you could talk back... But I think that's asking a bit much from the Universe and that kind of wishing's for kids anyway."

Is is now? I was under the impression that you can do the impossible. he projected, smirking internally as Harry fell out of the blanket pile.

"Silas, you can talk? Oh geez, is Silas even your real name?"

It is a name I agreed upon with you as a show of mutual trust. Silas will do, Harry. Do not feel as though you have deprived me of anything. I have gained a perspective on you I doubt I would be able to get anywhere else. Severus answered truthfully. Besides, I have heard enough of your woes to come up with solutions to a great many of them.

"Like what?" It was truly astonishing that Harry settled back into his plumage without so much as a blink.

Your fan mail, for instance, can be directed to a service that specializes in such sorting. Only the necessary information would be forwarded and you will not be inundated by such odd requests.

"Huh. Hermione suggested it, but I thought it'd be a little callous..."

Callous? Please. Those people would harass you twenty-four hours a day if they were allowed to. Yes, feelings will be hurt, but you need a personal life of your own, do you not? he countered just as quickly, pointing out the one thing he found Potter valued even above other's feelings.

"Well, when you put it that way... Sure. Any other advice?"

I would recommend that you continue to keep Ginerva Wellspring well away from your living space. She is only out to use you. Get yourself a Slytherin secretary and force Wizards and Witches to make appointments. There are, of course, protocols for emergencies...

"Wow that clears up a lot of my schedule..."

Indeed. What do you plan on doing with that time?

"This may seem like an odd request, but I've always wanted to fly without a broom-"

And I am the appropriate size for your little daydream? I am not one to be ridden like a Hippogriff nor a Thestral. The answer is no. Harry laughed and shook his head.

"Sorry, Silas, but it's just a silly daydream. I used have dreams about a flying motorcycle... It turned out that Siri owned one. It's in my shed right now. I haven't had the time to figure out how to ride it."

Perhaps a Muggle International License? Wizards have them too, but it's probably best to carry both.

"How do you know all that?"

I heard it from visiting Wizards on the slopes. How else do you think I managed to comprehend your language? he defended, mentally kicking himself for almost revealing his true identity.

"Right... Hmm. Thanks, Silas." Harry murmured as he curled up under the thick blankets.

He watched as Weasley née Granger carefully explained everything Harry needed to know and then looked him over with a curious gaze.

"Harry is Silas able to talk with you?"

"Uhh, yeah. Why?"

"I thought you'd end up fostering the Bond to that degree..."

There is no Bond. I merely felt like speaking. he corrected her misassumptions quickly. Roc can develop a Bond, yes, but not in the way you are thinking. The first sign of a mental Bond is a heavy feeling on the spine followed by what I can only describe to you as tingles running triplicate up and down. A physical Bond requires that I transform into a compatible form that is pleasing to Harry and consummate with him. The final Bond is the emotional Bond and that I do share with Harry.

"Oh! Wow, you really are good."

I do try. He arched his crest, a smug grin on his beak.

"Don't boost his ego, 'Mione. He's incredibly smart, yes, but he'll get... conceited if you praise him too much." Harry managed before breaking down into helpless giggles.

Brat. Emerald eyes were full of laughter and mischief as the younger male stuck out his tongue. Fine, but I do not get conceited.

"No. Just unbearably smug and insufferable."

As is well within my rights. Aren't you going somewhere?

"License! Ah, we'll be late if we don't Apparate now."

-PoV-

Harry enjoyed his new freedom, especially now that Pansy was his secretary. She only let in those who had appointments or an emergency and was extremely good at her job. Now he was rediscovering his passion for helping people; something he relished in to the fullest. Silas had gone a long way towards helping him even out his hair-trigger temper.

"Pansy?"

"Yes?"

"M'gonna have a lunch break." He took a long ride out to the middle of nowhere and whistled sharply. Tucking into his tuna sandwich, he managed about three of them before Silas touched down.

Impertinent brat. I will have to work on your range of Summoning tricks.

"You're late!" Harry laughed as Silas mantled his huge wings and preened his chest feathers.

I am not. Hunting took a little longer than usual. Sheep are incredibly stupid plus I scared the shite out of a shepherd the last time I swooped in and snatched one. Harry remembered that incident... Silas had come home muddy beyond belief and pissed.

"Sandwich?"

Tuna?

"Mmmhmm, I know you have a taste for it."

Delicious. A huge beak descended and delicately nipped the sandwich out of his hands.

"Hey! I was eating that." he protested, a pout on his face.

You were until I finished it for you. Stubbornly eating his next sandwich and holding it out of Silas's reach he managed to have a decent conversation with his Roc. Wait, his Roc? Since when had Silas become his? He shrugged it off and packed up with a single careless wave of his hand. Sitting astride his motorcycle with the helmet dangling carelessly from his hand, he studied Silas for a moment. What would Silas be like in his bed? Pound him into the mattress or-Merlin! What was wrong with him? See you at home Harry.

Ending A/N: Whew. Completing all of these requests is exhausting! Maybe I should work on my original novels...