A/N: For Andie (she's a doll) and 'Shades, who requested I continue this! *sigh* I've got cabin fever and I have stomach cramps out the wazoo. I'm sure you all wanted to know that... Get on with the story and ignore my woes!
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. Bestial sex in this one as well as Drake-on-Drake violence!
-Ryder
P.S. There may be more than one title that gets a continuation; Dragon's Might, Dragon's Might II... etc.
-Previously On...-
The months passed quickly and with it, the assumption that Harry was free to date as he hadn't dated anyone. He shot down all prospective suitors (of both genders), basking in the glow of his Da'kara's affection.
"Harry, why are-Oh! Oh my Merlin. You already have somebody... Who is it?" Ginny questioned him before her eyes went wide.
-Free Reign-
"He's a Slytherin." Harry answered casually, catching an odd vibe from her. "Dark-haired and a bit older than me. We met in Surrey."
"An older Wizard? Harry, he could've been a Death Eater!"
"He's not." *Da'kara, we have a problem on the Ginny front.*
Tell her you're taken. came the rumbled mental response.
"We're exclusive, Ginny, so don't get any ideas."
"Ideas? Harry, a taken man has all women after him."
"Ginny, I'm not into girls." he backed up a step, holding his hands up as a block. "Really, really not into them; ask Ron and 'Mione." She backed him up further as he protested.
"Hmm? Oh, Harry... Such a sweet misconception." He swallowed as his back hit the wall, the Bond snapping to attention as Ginny laid a hand on his chest.
"Stop touching me. I mean it." She licked her lips and Harry squirmed, his Drake not happy with the clearly unwanted touch. *Da'kara! She's not responding to reason...*
You are mine and she will learn her place. Severus snarled as a huge wave of possessive Bond strength came down the mental link. He nearly choked on his next breath as the Bond became visible, a violent deep purple laced with pitch-black, showing exactly how wrathful his Da'kara really was. It picked Ginny up and shook her soundly, his Bonded's mental voice echoing throughout the room. Do not touch what is rightfully mine, Ginerva Weasley! Harry is my Iss'ura. Seek to unlawfully seduce him again and you will find out why Drakes are feared! The Bond heated up, branding Ginny with a magical tattoo that read simply: Know thy place. It retreated, cocooning Harry for a moment before leaving the physical realm. Thankfully it was only Neville, Ron and Dean in the Common Room.
"Whoa, so you're one of the Drakes?" Dean asked, looking from Harry to Ginny and back.
Obliviate. Severus sent the Memory Charm down the link and at Dean. That one will speak of it, to be sure. He need not know of your status just yet.
*That means you trust Neville to keep his mouth shut?*
Indeed. I am sorry for my temper but either I Claim you now or the Dark Lord must die. I fear my reactions will begin to affect my ability to reason. He sent back soothing waves of calm, crooning softly.
*It's my pleasure to submit to your Claiming, Da'kara. I will inform Ron of where I am going.*
As you wish, Iss'ura. Harry cast a Privacy Ward and then spoke to Neville and Ron.
"Look, my Da'kara is placing trust in the fact that you'll keep your mouth shut. I know you, Nev, and I can trust you with my life."
"Consider it done Harry. Besides, I think you deserve to have some light in your life. This bloke makes you happy, right?"
"Oh, that and so much more... Ron I'm spending the night with my Da'kara. I'm only telling you this because I don't want you & 'Mione freaking out."
Ron rolled his eyes and shoved him towards the exit, "Go already, will you?"
He slipped out of the portrait and transformed, heedless of the Wards as he flew through them, straight to their cavern in Wales. His Da'kara was there in Drake form.
*Da'kara Gheal, you feel off...*
The Claim is waning. You are sure you're ready, Iss'ura?
-SEX SCENE-
-PoV-
Severus carried his Mate back to Hogwarts, smirking inwardly. His Iss'ura was an energetic Drake; but no match for a fully-grown dominant. He snuggled with Harry and slept as the sun rose over the Forbidden Forest.
He awoke several hours later aware of a Witch's gaze on them both. Severus rose his head away from Harry's shoulder, staring down the Lovegood girl.
"Good morning, Professor." He snorted ice, surprised at her accurate guess. "It's not a guess. I hear things on the wind. Your blackboard provides excellent instructions when you are absent and Harry's come down with a new strain of Wizarding Flu."
Clever. What do you want? he projected out into the air.
"Nothing. Ron and Hermione have been searching for Harry all morning, but they concocted quite the lie to cover for him. I will tell them where you are." she murmured dreamily, "Oh, and be careful of Harry's emotions. Nesting Drakes tend to get vicious with those they perceive are a threat... Such as Dumbledore or the Dark One." Severus snarled at the mention of his two masters. "The Dark One seeks the pair of you as allies; his sanity is slowly being released from the bee's hands."
You mean to say...
"Of course. He couldn't have charismatic Riddle usurping his place."
He mulled that over as he ate in the Great Hall the day after Claiming Harry. Severus's mood was softer than his regular mornings, feeling Harry's contagious happiness. Classes proceeded as normal; cauldrons blowing up, Potions frothing over as a student added the wrong ingredient, and the general madness of running a Potions Lab. He snapped at the Houses the same as ever, including Gryffindor.
*Da'kara, please quit grinning like you caught a student and pickled them in a jar. The other students are freaking out.*
No, Iss'ura. I am in a good mood for the first time in a decade. Harry chuckled softly through their Bond, sending another wave of that giddy happiness down the link. He scowled as one of the Hufflepuffs hesitantly returned his sardonic grin, causing the child to squeak in fear as he swept past.
"Maybe someone spiked his morning coffee with a Cheering Charm?"
"Whoever was insane enough to do that is even crazier than Potter..." he heard as he made his way up to the Head Table for lunch.
"Severus, could I have a word with you?" Dumbledore asked, trying and failing to cast a compulsion spell. The Bond flexed, becoming visible as a vibrant green and black flicking the border-line Dark curse back at its caster.
"No, Headmaster, you may not." The Great Hall erupted into chatter, many of the students eyeing him with a wary respect as he polished off his usual high-protein meal. "Weasley, do chew with your mouth closed. Ten points from Gryffindor." he snapped, turning sharply on his heel and stalking from the Hall.
*Da'kara?*
I am not used to such emotions. I may need some time to adjust, Iss'ura.
*I've been feeling kind of sick all morning...*
Go to Poppy. She knows of all the Inheritances that go on in the school.
*I just puked in the Great Hall. Supports Ron and 'Mione's theory of my bout of Wizarding Flu, right?* Severus froze mid-stride as the Lovegood girl's words sounded back in his mind, 'Oh, and be careful of Harry's emotions. Nesting Drakes tend to get vicious with those they perceive are a threat...'
Go. I will be there shortly, Iss'ura Gheal.
*Yes, Da'kara.*
-PoV-
Harry leaned on Ron heavily, still feeling a little nauseous.
"Downright vicious bug there, Harry."
"You try feeling like this all morning and not puking while still in class..." he shot back weakly, smiling as the doors to the Infirmary opened to reveal Madame Pompfrey. "Hey."
"Mr. Potter, not again!"
"I always end up here. You should've expected me months ago." Harry teased before groaning.
"What is it this time?" Harry set up Wards, throwing in a few to keep 'concerned' professors (other than his Da'kara) and certain Headmasters out.
"My Drake... I think. My Da'kara Claimed me yesterday and I've been feeling kind of queasy since then."
"Nausea all this morning?"
"Mmmhmm. My Da'kara's on his way."
"Oh. Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger, I trust this does not leave Harry's Wards?"
"Not from us it won't. We're glad Harry's got someone like that in his life." 'Mione said with a soft smile, tugging Ron away just as Severus slipped into the room.
"Da'kara." Ron's face was priceless but he was already exhausted. Hermione would handle him.
"Poppy."
"Let's see..." She cast several spells around his lower abdomen, gasping as each of the spells turned a bright, sunny yellow. "Oh my Merlin, Mr. Potter. The first Frost Drake litter in over a century." His Da'kara's jaw dropped before Severus joined him on his designated bed, closing it with a sharp click. "I take it this was not what you intended."
"No, but our Claiming did take place while Harry was most likely starting his Heat cycle. His..." here his Da'kara swallowed sharply before continuing, "entrance was wet when we coupled." Harry blushed, burying his face in his Da'kara's shoulder.
-PoV-
Iss'ura, I am sorry. Huge emerald eyes looked up with half-fear and half-joy.
*No! Don't apologize for what's done. We... We made life together and I am so happy that I can have your litter. Are you angry?*
Never, if you are pleased to be filled with my offspring. What does it feel like? he asked, stroking a stubborn ebony strand away from Harry's face.
"Amazing, Sev. Here." Severus allowed his hand to be placed over Harry's still-flat abdomen, gasping as he felt a very small nudge. "You did feel it! It's the Drakling Bond..."
"Harry." Poppy's voice was stern, making his Iss'ura focus on the trained MediWitch. "Drake pregnancies are long. They take an entire year and the bodies will form at five months. You will only be able to feel them through the Parental Bond for the rest of the time. Be careful of any curse or anything aimed-" Harry snarled, baring sharpened fangs. "At your abdomen. I recommend a Ward around that area that is strengthened by Severus."
The annual Drake meeting was thankfully set on a weekend this year. He guided Harry carefully to the Portkey and kept a good grip on his Iss'ura. Harry stumbled a bit and swallowed sharply though he managed to stay upright.
Iss'ura, we don't have to stay.
*I've always wanted to meet other Drakes. If I feel the slightest sickness, I'll let you know. I swear on Merlin, Morgana and Hecate.*
"Severus! You found your Iss'ura?" The first they encountered was an old friend of Severus's, a Drake by the name of Chún Long.
"Chún, this is Harry. Iss'ura, this is my oldest friend, Chún. He's a Lightning Drake." Harry tilted his head to the side, examining Chún with distant curiosity before extending his hand.
"A wise Iss'ura you've managed to find, my friend. Already Claimed? Smart move... He is rather beautiful." Harry lifted his lip only a little and snarled softly. "Sorry. A lot of Drakes have been after Sev for years now. Come, you must meet my wife." A beautiful petite Chinese woman greeted them with a smile. "Liánhuā, this is Severus's Iss'ura, Harry."
"You can call me Lián; it makes things easier for everyone. I am an Earth Drake, in case you were wondering." Harry gave an wry grin, his eyes lighting up in a way that found Severus inexplicably jealous of Lián. But when his Iss'ura turned that bright smile on him, he crooned softly and gave a smile of his own. Lián gasped as he stroked away a stray strand of Harry's hair and kissed his Iss'ura on the forehead. "Chún, you didn't tell me how good a Da'kara Severus is! I can't believe you..." Harry giggled as Severus held him close and watched the other Drakes interact with their Mates. A few of the Lightning Clan were making their way over to Chún. "Did you see that? He's so tender with his Mate."
Iss'ura, I do have other friends here. Would you like to meet them?
*Sure. Thank you.* Soft eyes looked up with sweet affection and love swirling in the emerald depths.
As I have said many times, Iss'ura, you are more than worth my time. You are a gift and you are treasured more than you could possibly know. The litter's a shock, mind you, but I can think of no better Drake to be Mated to. he reassured his Mate mentally, becoming aware of a malicious stare. His head snapped up from where it lay on Harry's shoulder and he met the cold gaze of Li Shao with his own burning eyes.
*Who is that?*
A Drake of the worst kind, Iss'ura. He wanted me to be his, but Fate made me your Da'kara. For that, I am ever grateful.
"Severus."
"Li Shao."
"This is who you are Da'kara to? Weak, useless, barren Drakur-" Harry's roar as he transformed startled many of the Drakes, his ebony-point coloring a contrast to Li Shao's brilliant scarlet as Harry fought with all the rage of a Drake carrier. The brawl moved halfway across the room before Severus could blink; magic coated Harry's claws as he repeatedly ripped into the much larger Fire Drake. Blood welled up from several frost-bitten slashes as Harry bit into Li Shao shaking his head like a wolf as he heard the scaled flesh rip with a sickening spatter. Iss'ura! Control yourself! He transformed as well, pinning his Iss'ura and clamping his jaws on the Claiming Mark. Now, Iss'ura. I will not repeat myself. Harry shuddered and relaxed under his touch.
*I'm sorry!* his Mate keened through the mental link.
Shhh... I think everyone knows he deserved that. Calm down and transform back. His beloved obeyed him, emerald eyes spilling tears as he buried his face into Severus's shoulder. It's alright, Harry. You were well within your rights as a Drake carrier.
"Is your Iss'ura alright? Li Shao is a despicable Drake..." Lián asked, her hand reaching out but not quite touching Harry's shaking shoulder.
"Hmph. Harry handled that quite well."
"Li Shao openly insulted your Iss'ura. Are you Dueling?" Chún asked seriously.
"Take a look and you'll see whether or not I need to." Both of them took a look at the frost-ridden and torn hide of the Fire Drake, especially the ripped wing that hung by the barest thread of tendon. Li Shao was bleeding heavily and staring with wide yellow eyes at the trembling form of his Iss'ura. "I think not." He murmured triumphantly. Beloved, come. This is not the part of Drake meetings I wished to show you. Harry trailed behind him before Severus tired of the meek personality and kissed him against a wall. His Iss'ura gave a low moan as he pressed against Severus, lithe hips shifting to rub their erections together. Mmm, there's my minx.
*Oh, Merlin... Did I just-?* Severus chuckled as he nuzzled the Claiming Mark.
You did Gheal. But as I said, that was not the only part I wished to show you. Harry had finally caught the scent of the other Drake carriers.
*There are other carriers here?* Emerald eyes lit up as Harry finally shook the last of the shock off.
I thought you might make friends with a few of them, so that our litter can interact with other Draklings. Harry crooned at him before staring in awe at the Draklings and their carriers.
"Momma, look at the pretty Frost Drake!" His Gheal blushed slightly and then returned the brilliant smile the little one had given.
-PoV-
"Oh, you're a carrier? Your Da'kara certainly is handsome." Harry looked to find Severus indulging the little one's antics. He smiled and introduced himself to the child's Mother.
"The name's Harry, if you don't mind, and yes he is."
"Elenora, but everyone calls me Lena. First litter?"
"Yeah," he murmured softly, "Sev's the best Da'kara."
"Oh, you just Mated then too? Love is written all over your face..." He blushed again, aware that he was tracking Severus with his gaze. "Don't worry about it. How far along are you?"
"A few days. But the feeling through the Bond..."
"I know what you mean. Jachin's the only one to survive my first litter." Harry swallowed sharply as he took in the underlying meaning. "My Da'karas tried their hardest..."
"You have two Da'kara?"
"A Water and Air pairing that accepted me into their fold. This is my second litter and we're doing much better than before." Harry smiled and sat down, asking Lena for advice.
-PoV-
Voldemort awoke as Tom Riddle, aghast as his memories of Dumbledore solidified into the Leader of Light cursing him with insanity. He clutched at his thick black locks, his mind screaming in denial as he saw each of the murders committed while under the old bastard's hand.
"No... I will right this wrong; starting with that fake Prophet. Lucius."
"Milord? What has happened to you?" The grey eyes of his Second were cool and calculated as they took in his changed appearance.
"My mind has been freed from the Leader of the Light. Come, we have a Witch to visit."
Trelawney's wide eyes peered at him in undisguised horror.
"Th-The Dark Lord..."
"Hmph, this fear thing is getting a little old, Lucius. Drop the Glamour." She gasped then made the Warding sign against him.
"You! You have been dead these many years!"
"No, my... dear Prophet. You predicted the wrong Dark Lord. Ever wonder why Dumbledore insists you stay?"
"How did you even get in?"
"Mmm, I have my ways but I'm asking you, the Prophecy you made, who was it truly for?" His question was directed at the aspect she Channeled.
"The Darkness that hides in the Light, Lord Riddle." The double-timbred voice answered.
"So it is for Dumbledore. Perfect." He purred, eyes glowing an otherworldly crimson.
Ending A/N: Mwahahaha! Voldemort is BA-AAAAAAAAACCCCKKKKK! And sane this time around. Suck on THAT while I type up other chapters of requests... Boyah! As always, folks, ASK ME FOR DRABBLES!