A/N: Okay, folks, this one's for IndieWrites! She made my day with her reviews! As always, 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. Battle gore and torture! Y'all were lookin' for some sweet, sweet FLUFF. Choke on it, it's good for ya...
-Ryder
P.S. There may be more than one title that gets a continuation; Dragon's Might, Dragon's Might II... etc.
-Previously On...-
"What?"
He carded his hands through Harry's unruly mop once more, chuckling softly as he got Harry's view of the events.
"Then you spoke in my ear and I had this second wind! I popped open my wings, flew like I do on my Firebolt and-BAM!-I won."
"Sounds like you had a grand time, beloved."
"Mmm, I did. Blegh." Harry hummed before making a disgusted noise.
"Yule's in a week and a half. I hate Prophecies with a capital P. They end up making my life too complicated..."
FoF FoF FoF FoF FoF FoF FoF
Spells flashed as the battle raged on as it had for hours. Yule had started with an explosion; quite literally as the wards around the castle shattered with an earth-shaking noise. Sparta neighed as yet another Death Eater died under his hooves, jumping into the air to dodge yet another Avada Kedavara. It was mostly over, the Inner Circle the only ones left besides Voldemort himself.
"Potter! Come out, come out! I have your friends!" Voldemort called suddenly with the obvious help of a Sonorous. He snorted, galloping over the dead bodies of friend and foe alike, skidding to a halt with his forelock behind an ear staring the Dark Lord down from his greater height. "No." Harry shifted back in the blink of an eye, smirking as he twirled his wand absently. "It cannot be."
"Oh, I was, Tommy boy. You spared your enemy. How does it feel?"
"Lies!"
"Mmm, nope."
"Then the one you love is Severus." The Elder Wand was aimed at his beloved, forcing a yell from him.
"No! Your battle lies with me!"
"Avada-"
"Crucio!" Harry hissed in his fury, casting the spell in Parseltongue by accident. "Never will you touch my beloved again!" The agonized scream coming from the pale form only served to anger Harry even more. "I thought you could deal with what you dealt out, you miserable bastard?" Canceling the spell with great effort, he allowed Voldemort to rise to his knees. "I knew about your Horcruxes."
"How? I protected them-"
"Dumbledore, Tommy boy. I even found the one you made by mistake in me. Have anything to say? I mean, this is your last moment."
"Avada Kedavara!"
"Sectumsempra!" The curses met in the middle, crackling heard as each wizard pressed back with their magical power. Harry grunted as Voldemort's curse surged forward, pushing his back further. Memories of his times with Severus surfaced, laced with love and happiness. He rode that wave of feeling, laughing out loud as he spotted Severus taking down Bellatrix.
"Why are you laughing? You are about to die, foolish child!"
"I don't think so, Tommy boy." he whispered, a smile on his face as he flicked his wand easily.
"NOOOOOO-" Voldemort's body fell in the Great Hall, Harry running towards Severus before the man's body even hit the ground.
Giddy with the feeling of victory, he embraced his beloved murmuring, "Sev! I did it..."
"Harry, my brave, beautiful stallion." Severus tenderly brushed aside the streak of pure white that laced his hair. "When did this show up?"
"I guess I shifted one too many times? I like it." He was swept up and into Severus's arms, sighing happily as the remaining Death Eaters were either bound or killed. The Malfoys had managed to reveal their true loyalties, taking out quite a number of DE's before they'd been taken out by three Cutting Hexes and a Stunner. They meandered over to Lucius, Narcissa and Draco, reviving each of them in turn...
-PoV-
Wands were pointed at him as he revived several more spies for the Light, still holding onto a shy but determined Harry's hand.
"What's Harry doing holding hands with the greasy git?" that one was from the Weaselette (as Draco called her) the screech enough to drive one to curse her were they so inclined.
"Oi, Gin, shut it-"
"That bat's more than-"
"Earned Harry." The annoying twins shot back, restraining the brat. Nodding his thanks, he led Harry out to their space at an extremely quick pace. The ring in his robe pocket didn't seem silly now. He knelt before his beloved stallion, pulling the box from its resting place and opening it.
"Harry? I love you very much. Would you do me the honor of bonding with me?" All he recieved was a shrieked 'Yes!' and an armful of Harry.
"Gods yes! Thank you."
"For what, sentimental brat?"
"Your love killed Voldemort."
The betrayer had turned out to be none other than the elder Creevey boy. He'd let Bellatrix in under Imperious and had helped her shatter the Ward Stone. The child was beside himself, crying and sniveling all over Dumbledore's magenta and gold robes.
"Creevey! Desist in your sniveling. Some of us do not appreciate the role you played."
"Now, now Severus..."
"No. The brat has to come to terms with what almost KILLED us ALL. Be glad that Harry was awake." That brought on a fresh wave of tears, disgusting Severus even further. He muttered under his breath, "I love my Harry... I love my Harry... I love my Harry... He'd be very mad if I killed a fellow Gryffindor... I love my Harry..."
"Severus, whatever are you mumbling?" Minerva asked, raising her eyebrow at his mantra.
"I am sorely tempted to hex the brat dribbling all over the Headmaster's robes right now. However, my fiancé would not appreciate the death of a fellow Gryffindor. I am refraining... But just barely."
"Sev, let's go before you really do hex Colin." Harry popped into the office, lacing their fingers as he often did when they were alone.
"Harry's your fiancé? Oh..." Minerva sat suddenly, her cheeks beyond the pale at the moment. "How?"
"That's a long story. You sure you want Colin to hear it?"
-PoV-
He sighed as Severus scooped him up, yawning before snuggling into the strong hold of his fiancé. Harry grinned internally as he imagined the reaction his friends would have once they found out that Severus had proposed straight after the battle was over...
A girly squeal was what woke him from his dream of happily snogging Sev.
"'M up..."
"Harry! Oh Merlin, he did, didn't he?"
"Propose? Mmmhmm, right after Voldy stopped breathing..." Hermione giggled at his answer, her honey-brown eyes full of happiness.
"Ron asked me right after he took down Macnair and Rookwood! It was so romantic."
"That's great, 'Mione... Where's Sev?"
"The Aurors have him in custody-"
"WHAT?" Harry snarled and dressed with a snap of his fingers.
"They think you're under an Imperious."
"I'll show them Imperious..." Power rumbling, Harry stormed to where he could feel his beloved's magical signature. "What, pray tell, is it that you plan on doing to my fiancé?" he hissed dangerously, sparks of bright green magic popping as his temper mounted.
"Sir, you're under-"
"Nothing. I can shake off the Imperious and any other compulsion spells, you monumental fool. What other flimsy excuse do you have?" He freed his beloved from the magical suppression cuffs, sighing as Severus wrapped his arms around his waist. "Severus balances me out, idiot."
"Harry, tone it down." It took him all of a moment before his magic was no longer threatening to crush the shaking Aurors. "There we go; now take a deep breath. Go on, we're safe." Harry inhaled and exhaled, humming softly as Severus carded slender fingers through his unruly hair.
"Sir?" Harry growled lowly, not wanting to move. "Umm, thank you."
"What for?"
"Killing Vo-Voldemort."
"Mmm. Was that it?" he asked lazily, snuggling into the warm embrace of his Sev.
"Yessir."
"Then go away." came the reply.
"Of course sir."
"Stop calling me sir. My name's Harry." Silence reigned after that content statement, Harry with his eyes still closed. "Sev?"
"Yes, my stallion?"
"They're staring again."
"In open-mouthed astonishment, to be precise. You really do have to work on being less shocking..." his beloved teased, resting his chin on top of Harry's head.
"Please... I'm always gonna do that."
-A Month Later-
Groaning softly, he stared out at the massive crowd that filled the Ministry Atrium.
"Ask me again why I agreed to this monstrosity of a press conference in the first place?" he complained to Severus, his braid swaying as he shook his head. The braid had been a new idea but it worked in keeping his hair tame. Severus had casually suggested it one night and Harry was eternally grateful for it. Of course, it managed to single out his white streak like a Point-Me spell.
"You're tired of having to explain it? Hexing reporters doesn't exactly gain either of us the 'support' of the sheeple. Draco was never more accurate when he labeled the Wizarding Public so." came the sarcastic reply from the bathroom. "Does this robe make me look like a simpering fool?" Severus was devastatingly handsome in a deep green velvet robe, the high collar a lighter green silk that was the under robe; both robes stopped at the waist to reveal black leather trousers and knee-high black dragon hide boots that completed the look.
-PoV-
Severus could barely keep his jaw from dropping as Harry turned around. Their robes were the same style, but Harry's outer robe was jet-black and the under robe was a charcoal grey silk. Basilisk hide trousers were paired with highly polished black knee-high boots with a heel that was four centimeters. If there was a word for Harry at that moment it was sinful; the side-swept bangs falling into laughing emerald eyes that were free of glasses. Full coral lips tilted into a smile Severus was glad he saw aimed at no one else.
"No, you're handsome."
"Says the brat; I don't know if you're still blind." Harry chuckled and rolled his eyes.
"Beauty's in the eyes of the beholder, Sev. I think you are. Is that a green ribbon?" Severus bit his lower lip as Harry tugged his ponytail forward. The ribbon had been a gift from Lily. "Where'd you get it?"
"From your Mother. She asked me to wear it when the War was finally over."
"Oh." There was a world of understanding and longing in his stallion's voice.
"She'd be proud of you."
"Yeah, and you too."
Harry had opted to be Sparta first, to give shock value to their story.
"What's with the Pegasus, Snape?" Severus smirked, but didn't give anything away, instead gesturing for Harry to transform. The flash of white turned into Harry in all his glory. It turned the reporters silent for a full minute.
"Mr. Potter, what is your relationship with Professor Snape?"
"He's my fiancé." the bored drawl provoked more questions than before.
"The Aurors say that you are not under any spell. Care to tell us how the romance started?"
"Voldemort ordered for me to be caught, as I was wreaking havoc in my alternate form. He entrusted Severus to care for me as a 'gift' and Severus took me into his confidence."
"Is your alternate form registered?"
"No, actually. But that's because Voldy had the Ministry in his grip."
"When did Professor Snape propose?"
"Mmm, right after Voldemort stopped breathing."
"On the battlefield? That doesn't sound very romantic..."
"Not quite on the battlefield," Harry snickered, lacing their fingers together as he explained 'their' clearing.
"Mr. Potter, will you change your name?"
"Yeah, to Potter-Snape."
"How many children do you plan on having?" Here Harry smirked at him, Apparating away from the conference with him in tow.
Snogging in the corridors of Hogwarts lead to wildfire rumors.
"I heard Harry's got Snape under a spell!"
"Nah, the way I saw it? It's a mutual affair."
"Affair? It's the love story of the century? Didn't you see the picture in the Daily?" Of course, after the press conference, his students had taken to staring at him of all people.
"Mr. Creevey. Please watch your Potion." The younger Creevey looked at his bubbling Sleeping Draught and added the last ingredient carefully. "Ten points from Gryffindor for not paying attention." he sneered. Just because he loved Harry didn't mean he was going to be lenient now...
-PoV-
Harry'd had it up to his neck with all of the rumors. He stalked from classroom to classroom a scowl on his face. The Professors prohibited the rumors in class, relieving Harry of them for a short while. He'd also learned the trick of snapping his robes from Severus and used it to his advantage when necessary. Every student who had Potions quickly figured out their Professor was still as cranky as ever, now even worse with the circulating rumors. Harry and Severus had opted not to return next year.
Packing away the last of his school robes, he sighed as the dorm room looked empty and a bit odd. He'd taken his N.E.W.T. s and had passed with flying colors. Not a single test had been easy, which reassured Harry that his name would not get him EVERYWHERE. The testers hadn't even blinked when his name had come up.
"Hey, Har' there's a celebration on the Quidditch Pitch. Wanna go flying on it for a last time?"
"Sure." he shrugged, Summoning his Firebolt from the corner. It was always the last thing he packed, memories of Sirius making him smile.
"You alright?"
"Siri would have kittens if he found out who I was marrying..." he giggled, imagining the shocked look before his Godfather would either fainted or go after Severus.
"Yeah."
Ending A/N: Wow that one just flew from my fingertips! I love writing this arc... It comes to me so easily. *hugs Indie* How're the cubs? As always, folks, ASK ME FOR DRABBLES!