A/N: Ahhh, Muses are back, up and runnin' folks! Listening to Tattoo by Jordin Sparks and Frank Sinatra's Witchcraft. Ridiculously appropriate when writing about magic... Man, it feels good to be writing again! This one's all for me. Hope you enjoyed your requests, Andie! Shout-out to the ever-lovin' IndieWrites, because she's just that awesome. You saved my butt countless times from boredom and legarthy! Tom looks like he did during the Chamber of Secrets, but a bit older, like late twenties.
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...-
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.
-Free Reign-
Tom strode through Knockturn Alley with an ease that shocked most of the occupants until he turned his eyes on them. Vivid scarlet had them changing their minds on jumping the confident stranger; some of them backpedalling as he casually drew his wand from its holster. He smirked and opened the door to the old Shoppe he used to work at.
"Oh, Borgin..."
"I'd know that voice anywhere. Tom Riddle, come back from wherever it is you've been hidin' in for th' past fifty years."
"Tsk, tsk. You've forgotten the other important fact, Mr. Borgin. I am HIM." A forceful flick of his wrist had the older man pinned to the wall. "Just because my sanity is back doesn't mean I have a conscience! Do not underestimate me; I want to know where the Drake meeting is this year. I've a need to ally myself with two Frost Drakes."
"South-Western-Erk!-Germany! Frankfurt, Milord, under the Senckenbergmuseum-" Tom let him go with a careless wave of his hand.
"Hmph. That is quite enough. Lucius, I have need of your Heritage."
-PoV-
Lucius sighed as his Heritage reared up as he approached the Drake meeting.
"Lucius?" He spun at the familiar voice. Severus smiled as he pulled him into an embrace. "I didn't know you were a Drake..."
"Lightning but I haven't found my Da'kara. Look, it's rather important that you and your Iss'ura come with me. Take a left turn."
"Already?"
"I cannot believe I'm saying this... His insanity is gone." Onyx eyes regarded him for a long moment before Severus nodded.
"Let me get Harry." Obsidian eyes glazed over for a moment before his friend blinked and shared another rare smile with him.
"Your Gheal is good to you, Sev."
"Da'kara?" Lucius's jaw almost dropped but his upbringing barely kept it in place. "Hello, Lord Malfoy."
"Mr. Potter." His Drake rumbled softly and Lucius was absolutely mortified. Severus merely shook his head in understanding.
"Call me Harry. So are we taking that left turn now or later?"
"Now; if that doesn't interfere with your scheduled weekend. It's been a while since I've been here-Merlin. Who did that to Li Shao?"
"Uhh, I did. He called me a barren Drakur... Stupid bastard."
"Iss'ura." Severus hissed softly in warning.
"Sorry, Sev, but you know it's true." Soft jade eyes looked his frame up and down before Potter smirked at Sev.
"You are clearly Claimed." he gave a small smile, cursing his Heritage to Hel and back. "I have no right... And my Da'kara is a Wizard."
Voldemort rose an eyebrow as they strode out in presentable Muggle clothing.
"Milord."
"Lucius. They are the pair I asked for, yes?"
"Yes, Milord."
"Severus and... Potter?"
"Hiya, Tom. The bee's unaware at this point since the Centaurs are being vague. Oh, and Trelawney's gone into a coma." Voldemort hissed lowly at his true name, "You press your luck, Pot-"
"Just Harry. Besides, Dumbledork made up your current moniker. Flight from death rings a bell?" Harry pressed further, sincere jade locking with furious ruby.
"How do you know that?"
"Someone's diary managed to possess a Weasley and open the Chamber."
"Lucius, I thought I told you to keep that safe."
"Tom. Kinda not the point; Dumbledore has molded you into a Dark Lord. Using your name will damage him even more. Think Slytherin, not Gryffindor." Harry caught the glance at his Lord and winked, tugging Voldemort to the upper floor of the museum.
-PoV-
Potter pulled him over to the bird display, hissing softly in Parseltongue.
"Tom, did you know that you're Lucius's Da'kara?"
He swallowed and turned surprised crimson eyes on the one he'd marked as his rival, "Is this day going to get any worse?"
"Pfffft, yeah. It means you've got suppressed Drake Inheritance. Oh, now we can bring the hurt down on the bastard..." Tom held up a hand, his mind offering up several plans and setting aside a few in an emergency.
"Potter."
"Mmm?"
"What of Lucius's wife and child?"
"He's always been your Iss'ura. Lucius was thinking of you when he managed to get Narcissa pregnant. Draco's probably another Drake..."
"Why?"
"Dunno. We've had a shitty kind of life; you with the orphanage, me with relatives who hated magic. Maybe this is the universe's way of making it up to us." He mulled that over as he glanced at the taxidermied birds. Tom did a double-take when he saw the phoenix staring at him.
"Potter!" he hissed lowly, backing up as the magnificent bird glided down and onto his shoulder.
"Fawkes?" The bird opened its beak and chirped before nuzzling him. "He likes you. I much prefer Harry."
"Bloody bird. Get off; I am not of the Light." He heard what seemed to be an amused trill followed his comment in English.
"Doesn't matter and you're sort of Grey anyway."
"Pot-"
"I said, call me Harry." Jade eyes flashed a warning and he heeded it with all of his Slytherin self-preservation.
"Harry. How is that you are clearly in control right now?"
"Mmm, Sev and I had our suspicions."
"No, not that. I murdered your parents."
"Nope, Dumbledore did." Tom petted the phoenix needing the warmth all of a sudden as the normally warm jade eyes turned an unsettling shade of Avada green. "And it is Dumbledore who will pay for it."
"Ah, I see."
"Great. Now, about Lucius..."
Tom swallowed as he sent Fawkes with the gift to Lucius. Truth be told he'd had the thought of murdering Narcissa and had cast it aside at the last moment. Barely ten seconds after the delivery he heard the woman's unnaturally high screech.
"What is the meaning of this?"
"I have cited differences, Narcissa, as well as your unfaithfulness. The Malfoy end has been clearly upheld." Lucius's voice was quite steady as the man stood up to the harridan.
"I have upheld my end as well. Bore you an Heir when you thought it impossible."
"I cite these differences because I have found another."
"You cheat-"
"No. He is my Da'kara." Lucius was implacable on this point.
"You're a Drake!"
"It was implied that we might have to sever our ties if I found him. You know this well." his Iss'ura hissed, clearly incensed.
"Do I know the bastard that's stealing you from me?"
"Bastard? I suppose I am." Tom said lazily as he sank into his throne. "Lucius."
"Da'kara." Her blue eyes widened considerably before she knelt.
"Milord." He smirked and left her there as he caressed Lucius's arm before pressing a kiss to plump coral lips.
"My lovely Iss'ura. Would you like me to deal with the refuse kneeling at our feet?" The blonde witch trembled visibly as she stayed where she was. Perhaps Pureblood training was good for something..."I'd be more than happy to present you with a gift."
"Your presence is enough of a gift." The younger male murmured a soft blush on his most valued man. Tom reached down and brushed away a silken strand that had slipped from the silver clasp that had the Slytherin Crest upon it.
"Mmm, but I'm feeling rather... indulgent at the moment." he purred back, cupping Lucius's chin in a dominant gesture. "Are you quite sure?"
Another kiss? Tom indulged the hesitant voice in his mind with a long, tongue-filled snog. Mmm, Lucius tasted like strawberries...
"Thank you. I will take care of it."
-PoV-
Harry sighed as his Head of House drug him up the spiral staircase. He'd cast a Stinging Hex at Malfoy Jr. for old times' sake when she'd come across their little 'mock' duel.
"Mr. Potter, I have never been as disappointed in you as I am now!"
"Professor... Umm, I can't feel my arm." he managed as he began to lose feeling in the arm she gripped.
"Oh! Oh, I am very sorry. Here." she apologized at once and spelled his restricted vessels open again.
"Thanks."
"Come in. Ah, just the pair I was looking for. Minerva I'll take it from here." As soon as his Transfiguration Professor had stepped out, Dumbledore fired a compulsion spell at him that was Darker than the one he'd fired at Sev a few weeks ago. It bounced off his Da'kara's thick shields surrounding him and ripped into a tiny brass instrument across the way.
"Sir?" he asked innocently, eyes wide and confused.
"Has anyone Shielded you?"
"Madame Pompfrey, sir. She's gone paranoid when it comes to me. She borrowed some of Snape's magical power to do so-"
"Professor Snape, Harry."
"Sorry, sir."
"It's quite alright, my boy. How are your studies coming along?"
"Very well. I've finally listened to 'Mione's advice and taken notes for every class except Potions." Harry, did he just try an Imperious on you?
*Was that what it was? It bounced right off of our combined shield and broke some instrument of Dumbledork's.*
Good. The Draklings you will have to check on later. We cannot give their position away just yet. Harry sighed and focused his attention on the bastard who'd murdered his parents.
"... Try out for-You weren't even listening to me, were you?"
"Sorry, sir. My thoughts were a million meters away." he managed a wry grin.
"Thinking of a special someone?"
"Mmmhmm." Harry hummed, missing his Gheal's touch.
"Man or woman?" Harry'd learned that Wizards and Witches were extremely relaxed about same-sex relationships.
"Man. Tall, dark and handsome."
"Wizard?"
"Yup." Harry deliberately popped the 'p' at the end.
"No Muggles for you?"
"'Fraid not, sir. They'd be in lots of danger from Voldemort." he put on his serious face for a moment, looking at the old man he'd once trusted with his life.
"An admirable thing to do. May I enquire as to the Wizard's identity?" *Nosy old bastard, aren't you?* Severus chuckled through the bond, making Harry giggle as well, keeping it quiet so that Dumblefuck didn't figure it out until they'd finished him off as Drakes.
"Dark hair, bit older and a Slytherin. He's very attentive; makes me feel like I'm the only one in the world. Sir... I wanted to ask you something."
"Is it for a project?" Perfect. What an idiot, he fell right into the trap Tom set for Slughorn years ago.
"Not really. It's just... I came across some information I think is interesting. What do you know about Drakes? There wasn't much in the Library and I had 'Mione double-check." he said, hesitancy in every word.
"Drakes, Harry? They're considered Dark Grey by the Ministry." disapproval radiated from the man.
"What? Oh. I read this one book that said they were helpful..."
"The title?" Dumbledork suddenly looked interested.
"Drakes and their Kinds. Umm, is it okay that I know this stuff? I don't want any trouble." And for the coup de grace...
"It doesn't hurt nor hinder your knowledge base, I suppose."
"I've been having weird dreams too. A-About them... I-Uhh-I'm flying with them on my Firebolt & suddenly see this black dragon. I turn into one and then I wake up. That's bad, right?" Harry turned wide green eyes on the man who disgusted him more than his Uncle. *Take the bait; come on, I KNOW you can't resist.*
"Harry, my dear boy, it seems you are a Drake. This is news. Come back to me next week, around the same time." *Yes! You dottering old fool...*
"Sir, am I supposed to know the dragon in my dreams?"
"The legends say that Drakes have Mates picked out for them by the Fates themselves."
"What if it's some Death Eater-"
"Then we have to be careful, young Harry. Did you get the vibe that one of them is?"
"Umm, it was actually kinda comforting..." he blushed bright pink as he remembered the Mating Flight. "And really hot."
"Hot?"
"Ummm, I... down there." Blushing virgin routine? Nice one to pull. "Can we not talk about this anymore? I still haven't told Ron and 'Mione."
"Of course, of course."
Ending A/N: Operation Down with the Bastard will commence if you ask me for a fourth part? Nah, just kidding; but seriously people. As always, folks, ASK ME FOR DRABBLES!