A/N: I was watching Hop the other day and this kinda forced itself onto my Muses. I should totally be working on my college essay right now, but I'm not... Working on this instead and not feeling the least bit guilty. I'm probably a terrible person but it's not due for another day or so.
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.
IaH IaH IaH IaH IaH IaH IaH
Harry hummed Peter Cottontail under his breath after placing his last egg at Hogwarts, his tail twitching with the beat of the song. It was early morning as this place was the last on his list. He expected no one out or around as the clock struck two, so he curiously explored the castle, long ears turning this way and that to detect any footsteps.
Of course, Harry'd been here before as a student maybe five years ago; he remembered faintly adventures with best mates and a Wizard who had red eyes. The portraits were slumbering and all was quiet throughout the grand castle. Harry padded carefully through the hallways; his feet encased in heel-less boots that made no sound. The long ears suddenly stiffened as Harry heard movement behind and to his right.
"What are you doing wandering Hogwarts at this ungodly hour?" He knew that voice... A man, no Wizard, who'd saved his life more than once and Harry was definitely sure he'd gone. "I repeat-Potter?" Harry spun around heart pounding and tail going still.
-PoV-
Potter spun around at great speed, his pulse clearly visible within the low shirt collar. A form-fitting Renaissance outfit done in green and black showed a sleek body. The dark doublet had slashed sleeves which displayed the crisp silk that matched the man's eyes; billowing emerald sleeves were held in place by black leather bracers. A black tooled leather vest pulled the ensemble together, the scene a forest in motion. Knee-high black heel-less boots flowed seamlessly into black breeches the outfit merely a cover for the ebony scut and the long ears. Helpless pleading emerald eyes had Severus ceasing his visual examination.
"I know you..." Ebony brows furrowed as the-was he even a man anymore?-hare thought. "But you're supposed to be dead." The confusion was evident as well as the apparent frustration of trying to remember. "Aren't you?"
"I was quite close when Ms. Granger found me. She defended me quite thoroughly after you vanished." he'd found his voice and his sneer in one go, mentally kicking himself as the creature flinched. "What are you exactly?"
"Oh, that. I'm the Easter Bunny. Name's Harry and you are?" The Easter Bunny? Really? Potter giggled at his incredulous stare. "Here." A badge was shoved into his hand, Potter still ridiculously chipper. It read:
Harry (No Last Name)
Easter Bunny since 1998
Current Work Status: Idle (but willing)
Current Home Status: Correct
Current Mental Status: Has amnesia (is recovering well under the circumstances)
Current Mate Status: Single (though very interested)
Severus frowned at the last one, handing back the card and answering Potter's question, "Severus Snape. Your last name happens to be Potter and there is no possible way you can be interested in me as a life companion." Emerald eyes filled with laughter before the badge flashed a veritable rainbow of colors.
"Thank you. I'd like to point out that the badge never lies. It can't, you know, because it's made with Holiday Magyk as opposed to regular magic." Severus scowled and Potter cocked his head to the side.
"May I stay with you? My work for the year is done and I don't want to go back to Holiday Island just yet... The rest of them sleep too much." Potter's nose wrinkled in a manner that Severus (though he would deny it if asked directly) found cute.
"I'll have to ask the Headmistress."
"Will she be up at this hour? I wouldn't want to disturb her and I can leave if you'd like me to." A warm smile lit up the man's face.
"You may stay with me. I doubt she'd want to be awake at such an hour."
The next morning brought a surprise with it. Potter was awake and cooking in the tiny kitchenette that his apartments in Slytherin Tower had to offer.
"Good morning, Severus. I hope you don't mind me cooking breakfast." Severus rose an eyebrow but shrugged, not really a morning person. "Oh, I made coffee too." He was handed a cup that smelled like absolute heaven.
"Mmm... Coffee. Why is it I teach brats again?"
Potter chuckled softly before turning out perfect omelettes from the pan, "There are students who understand the art of Potions and those who don't. You keep the passion alive; well, that and appreciate the fragrant steam of a properly brewed Potion. By the way, I just put cheese and bacon in yours. Didn't know what you liked so I guessed."
"You guessed rather aptly." Digging in, Severus repressed a soft moan at the delicious taste. "What spices did you use?"
"Hmm? Oh, salt, pepper and thyme. The Resurrection Brigade likes them like that."
"The what?" he asked, not understanding.
"The Resurrection Brigade. They're enhanced black hares that're like the Unspeakables of this world."
"Black hares?"
"Uh-huh. Cale's their leader. Umm, I have a picture somewhere..." He searched for a few minutes and gave a small noise of triumph. The Muggle photo was handed over with little fanfare. Severus blinked several times, trying to make sense of what he was seeing; giant black hares that had humanesque characteristics surrounding the much smaller form of Potter. Armor and leather made the massive animals bristle with presence.
"Impressive." Potter flashed that ridiculously sunny smile again, startling Severus.
"Big softies, the lot of them, except for when it comes to my protection. Don't you have classes?"
"Yes, Mr. Potter I do. Thank you for breakfast."
"Call me Harry."
-PoV-
Harry explored the castle better in daylight, avoiding the students and teachers alike with the Brigade's techniques, making his way through the floors with ease before stopping at a particular painting on the seventh floor.
'I need a place to remember, I need a place to remember, I need a place to remember...' he thought as he paced. On the third turnabout an ornate door appeared in the wall. Harry cautiously tested it before opening the door and gasping. Here his memories were, all lined in row after row with one specific row labeled 'Bad Memories, Don't Touch'. In the middle of the odd room there appeared a silvery version of himself, minus the scut and long ears.
"I guess I found the RoR again, though I needed a specific incantation to get here, of all places." Harry shrugged, sitting on the pile of cushions that popped into existence when he wished for them. "You have to get someone we trust to put those memories back in our head. Oh and don't touch the shelf that says don't touch. Those are bad memories; like, we had them on our mind constantly before we killed Voldemort. You'll know what I mean afterwards. Good luck. Don't let the new Minister pester you and fall in love with anyone you want... Even Snape, if he's still alive. Goodbye." It blinked out, leaving a rather confused Harry in the room alone.
"Weird. Huh, I'll just tell Severus." His stomach chose that moment to growl rather loudly, sounding much like a dying whale. "Geez. It must be dinner."
He made his way to the Great Hall, ignoring the gossiping students as he passed them. Spotting Severus he fairly trotted over to the Head Table and smiled when he reached the now-scowling man.
"Hiya, Severus."
"Potter what are you doing here?" the dangerous tone was one Cale often favored when he thought Harry had done something silly.
"Ummm, I found the room with all my memories. The other me said to get someone I trust to put them back and to avoid the shelf labeled 'Bad Memories.' I trust you, so..." The woman a chair down from Severus gasped and turned white. "What? Ohhhhhh. Right. The people here think you're an ill-tempered bastard." The giant man to Severus's right just laughed as did a few of the students bearing the green crest.
"Tha's Harry for ye. Trustin' Snape even when no one else does..."
"Very well. Meet me on the seventh floor after dinner. Where do you want to sit?" Harry vaulted over
the table and sat right next to Severus. "...Nevermind."
"We must not be on cordial terms if most of the student body's gaping like a fish." he muttered, digging into his potatoes and roast beef. "I mean, really..." That forced most of the students into gossip. "I take it most are not friendly with you?"
"Hardly ever Potter. Hand over that... card of yours, if you will?" Harry pulled it out and handed it over without so much as a blink, humming as he enjoyed the food.
-PoV-
Severus handed the card to a bewildered Minerva and shamelessly read over her shoulder. This time it read:
Harry Potter
Easter Bunny since 1998
Current Work Status: Idle (but willing)
Current Home Status: Correct
Current Mental Status: Has amnesia (should be back to full capacity soon)
Current Mate Status: Single (interested in Severus Snape)
"Holiday Magyk, if I'm not mistaken, Mr. Potter?"
"Yeah, it took a while to manifest before the other Holidays explained what I was supposed to do." Potter was as bubbly as he was with him and Severus scowled suddenly. "It was a lot of fun delivering my first basket!"
"How did it feel?"
"Oh. I... I can't really describe it. I suppose you could say it's like a Potion that's been brewed properly or an Animagus transformation the first time around." Minerva flushed a slight pink at the comparison.
"Did I say something wrong?" The long ears twitched in interest as the fluffy scut wiggled.
"No, not at all, Mr. Potter."
"I've never met an Animagus before... At least I don't think I have. Severus?"
"Yes, Potter."
"Thought I told you to call me Harry." That brilliant smile was flashed his way again, making him blush for the first time in years. "Do you want to go ahead and restore my memories?"
"As you wish...Harry."
He followed the lithe form of Pot-no, he was Harry now-up the moving staircases, finding shortcuts he'd never noticed before as the Bunny paced in front of the dancing trolls painting. On the third turn an ornate door popped into appearance with the Potter, Black and Perevell coat of arms engraved into the ebony wood. Harry opened the door with a grunt before ushering him inside. Walls were lined with row after row of silvery memories and Severus saw the shelf labeled 'Bad Memories' that this version of Harry had mentioned.
"Umm, I want you to put all of the memories back. I know that they make me who I am."
"You would subject yourself to things you have already experienced?" he asked incredulously.
"Well... Yeah. I know I'd kick myself if I left them here." Innocent green eyes, so much like Lily's, held a conviction Severus knew he could not shake.
"As you wish." He flicked his wand and organized the memories in order, uncorking them and replacing them within Harry's mind...
-PoV-
Harry staggered the RoR provided a chair for him to collapse into after the disorientation ended. Old memories swirled with the only ones he could remember making, mixing and forming new notions of certain people... Especially ones about a certain Potions Professor. He glanced at his card and smiled. It now read:
Harry Potter
Easter Bunny since 1998
Current Work Status: Idle (but willing)
Current Home Status: Correct
Current Mental Status: Correct
Current Mate Status: Single (only interested in Severus)
He silently handed the card to Severus, giving him a smile like his others before the restoration. Surprise registered for a single moment before hiding behind the Slytherin mask the gorgeous man often held in place.
"I do not appreciate the running joke, Potter."
Harry shook his head, responding with a smaller smile, "The card never lies. It cannot nor will it, as it is incapable of doing so. I thought I told you that, Severus."
"Impossible."
"You're looking at the one being who defies the impossible every day." he chuckled as the seat widened to accommodate the stunned Potions Master.
"Why?" the plaintive question made him hum softly.
"Always the inane reason... Hmph, let's see; you're gorgeous, incredibly smart, have a dry sense of humor, have survived two Wars and I really think you deserve someone in your life."
"No, no, no. What I meant was-You think I'm gorgeous?"
"Oh, sure. You're a vision in black, hmm? Sex on legs... I could go on forever if you like." this time he finished with a cheeky grin straddling Severus's lap. The older male gasped and his hips snapped up as a reflex, brushing an enormous erection against his hipbone. "Mmm, add delicious, thick cock to the list of attributes, Severus."
"Harry!"
"What? It's true." he retorted with a smirk, staying where he was as he cupped Severus's face gently. "May I kiss you?"
"... Yes." The hesitant reply had him brushing his lips chastely over the other man's, barely parting his lips. Severus growled lowly before Harry swiped his tongue over the thin lips asking for entrance. They parted easily, allowing his tongue to tangle with the shyer man's as the kiss grew heated. "Mmm, you taste fantastic."
"Ditto."
Ending A/N: So? What do you think? Hmm, I found my wayward Muses again... If you have an idea, PM or review me, please!