A/N: The second request from gmat15. Gotta say this one was a bit of a surprise... Thought I was done, but hey, you guys do know best. Thank you for suggesting the two that you did. I'm sure I'll have fun writing them.

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...-

"Sure."

"Thank you, Harry. A chance is all I ask."

"Harry?" Both of them froze and turned as one. Ginny Weasley was standing there with her mouth open and wand dangling from her fingertips; Severus sneered, as he thought the position most uncouth.

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The dangling wand flicked up seconds after it had dropped from the ready position but it was a second too late for Severus's protective instincts. He threw up a Protego with his hand as he snarled viciously at the purple hex that bounced off and out of the open window.

"Never aim your wand at my Harry." he hissed, his ears snapping back and his fangs bared. "Do you understand, girl?" She had turned a strange green shade and let out something that suspiciously sounded like a 'meep.'

"Severus. Your, uh, features are showing." Harry gently reminded him in an amused tenor. His tail thumped against his robes as he huffed at his Mate.

"I see no reason to hide any longer. The Dark Lord has ceased to exist; there is no need for the Kith'kur Magyks."

"Kith'kur Magyks?"

"You caught the difference. Well done." The youngest Weasley gasped at the casual mention of Kneazel ancient magic. "Ms. Weasley understands what we speak of is not common. Get out." She fled, tears hitting the stone floor and turning to ash. "Harry."

"Severus."

"Kith'kur is not often a subject of discussion, but you need to understand that I will have to use it on and with you." Jewel green eyes lit with a curiosity Severus had not seen in all seven years of knowing the teen.

"Will you teach me?"

"Teach you, show you; it is a magic you should excel at, my Harry. All of it is physical and is... shall I say, erotic in nature. Never mention it in polite Wizarding company. The Muggle equivalent would be to ask a woman if she were pregnant or a Lord of his private life."

"Oh. But I haven't ever been taught... Hermione's been trying to drill some of them into my head. Never mention power, age or rank/social standing. Unfortunately, my name's not exactly private nor the speculation on my life. Are you sure you want to be even seen with me?" wry humor laced Harry's every word.

"Harry, I was born to be your Protector. My place is by your side. Being a former teacher does have its benefits." he smiled slightly.

"Former? You're leaving Hogwarts?" Dismay showed in the brilliant green.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"A student-Professor relationship is not allowed at Hogwarts." Severus explained softly.

"Oh." Harry sighed and patted the bed next to him. "Think I need a snuggle."

"I... The castle is not exactly uninformed." he hesitated, as Hogwarts did not like it when told that she was sentient.

"I know; she likes me though. She doesn't like it when those who mustn't know are told. Luna taught me that. Haera would have broken us apart had she disapproved."

"Hogwarts has a name?"

"Of course, Severus. She's the only magical castle here." Severus chuckled at the notion Harry presented to him. He obliged his submissive, wrapping around him in a protective gesture, even knowing his Mate was by far the more powerful of them.

-PoV-

Harry hummed as he held hands with Severus the fluffy ears twitching this way and that at the distinct whispers in the Great Hall. The forked tail thumped against his Mate's thigh as he didn't sit in the customary Headmaster's seat, taking Hermione's usual spot by Harry's side. His best friend smiled and sat next to a gaping Ron. Professor McGonagall squeaked as Haera lifted her with magic and placed her in the Headmistress slot and Professor Sprout as the Deputy.

"Severus... Oh my." His dominant Mate merely fixed his plate (knowing all of his breakfast favorites after seven years of observation) and made himself one, seemingly oblivious to everyone's chatter. The click of a camera caught his attention. Obsidian eyes narrowed fiercely as he sent a shockwave of magic at Colin's camera, cracking one of the devices that no one else had dared to.

"Do not do that again, Mr. Colin. I would hate to have to destroy the rest of them." Severus purred darkly, a deeply satisfied smirk on his face. The Great Hall had never resumed talking of some other topic besides Harry that he grinned.

"Wow. Talk about your own personal bodyguard... Nicely done, Master Snape." Hermione giggled, making Harry's day even better. Ron gave him a thumbs up and Severus a cut-throat gesture.

"Harry's a Weasley too. He's got seven brothers, a sister whose got a wicked Bat-Bogey and an over-protective Mum. But I like your choice."

"Hmph."

"Severus." Harry warned him, squeaking as his Kneazel Mate wrapped the forked tail around his waist.

"Harry." the reply was mild and laced with humor. "Ms. Granger, how is your theory for the Cruciatus Potion going?" 'Mione flushed a bright pink and mumbled that it wasn't finished yet. "Indulge me."

"Muffalio. Teragus Audialis. I figured that since Basilisk venom breaks down the nerves because it's a neurotoxin and Phoenix tears were the antithesis of that breakdown, that a Potion with freely-given tears would reverse severe damage. But I don't think that the tears would be enough... I mean, Kneazel fur would balance out the acidic base needed for the extensive repair of the nerves but would it also neutralize the tears? Does it need to be freely-given as well and would fur from a willing Kneazel Inheritance also work the same or better than purely Kneazel fur?"

"I invented those. But we will have to see about the fur. I will give some of mine for the moment. Do you have a workshop set up away from prying eyes and is it Warded?" Severus's ears had flicked forward as he became animated. Harry giggled quietly at all the astonished faces from the younger years and quite a few from the upper years. Only those who had his NEWTs class knew that he could get like that and Harry had snuck into one of those once.

"Oh. Harry Warded it so that only people I invite in can ever have access. He made it so that I had to have a clear mind and the right determination to let anyone in."

"Figured a Raven might try and steal 'Mione's work." he shrugged when his Mate turned to him for answers. "Slytherins are too honor-bound to bother with her work as most of them were subjected to a Crucio a time or two and want it fixed as soon as possible. It's why she invited in Draco Malfoy." Severus dismantled the spells Hermione had sent up with a flick of his wand.

"Draco? My godson?"

"Uhh, yeah?"

"Hmm."

"Just a hum?"

"Draco knows not to touch what is mine, even if he was tempted."

"Draco Malfoy was interested in me?" Harry couldn't help the astonishment. What WAS it about him that attracted all of these Wizards? It certainly wasn't his looks... Messy black hair, green eyes behind circle lenses and a slight, small build. Power, maybe? "Why?"

"Yes. Quite a few put in a proposal to the Ministry."

"The Ministry? Why the Ministry?"

"Technically, it's Kingsley, as he was to take Dumbledore's place as your Magical Guardian. Proposals can be put in until you are eighteen."

"I don't want anyone else." he muttered mutinously, "All they see is power and a ticket to the highest circles..."

"Is that all you think they are after? Harry, Harry, Harry... You are beautiful. If it could be applied to anyone here it is you and Draco. My godson has already proposed to Mr. Zabini, which means that Wizards as well as Witches are out for your body and whatever else comes with you."

"But you... You don't want any of that." The unspoken question was: Right?

"No. What I want is this and that." Severus gently tapped the area over his heart and the top of his head. "Not that I don't mind your beauty and I have my own wealth. All I need is a bit of your time and attention." A soft, very small, smile was sent his way by the older male.

"Huh. Thanks."

"There is no need, my Harry."

The next morning was chaotic. Harry ignored it all until Hermione shoved the paper into his hands. He'd yet to see Severus.

'DEATH EATER SPY WANTS TO KILL OUR VANQUISHER!'

In a shocking reveal yesterday, master spy Severus Snape sat with our Chosen One. They spoke behind a shield for quite some time before the Death Eater dismantled them and spoke to our Vanquisher-

He didn't want to read the rest of the drivel he knew ita printed but Hermione pointed to the last few sentences.

Is our beloved Savior becoming the next Dark Lord? Consorting with Death Eater scum and having secret rendezvous with the former Professor?

Harry saw red; literally. Wind picked up in the Great Hall, swirling around him as he ground his teeth.

"Where. Is. My. Mate." he hissed, his fists clenched in an effort not to blow the castle to smithereens. "I want to know now!"

"They're holding him at Azka-" Thunder rumbled across the clear blue skies as Harry snarled and Apparated with a loud boom.

Someone muttered after he left, "Merlin, isn't that supposed to be impossible?"

He stormed up to the dreary, dull prison that held what he needed most.

"Sorry, sir, but the Under-Eek!"

"I will ask only once. Which cell holds Severus Snape?" The guard shakily pointed up and to the west end; maximum security. Harry seethed as he strode through the dingy hallways, anger fuelling his every step into the place. The Dementor before the door never made it as Harry burnt it to ashes. "Severus?"

"Harry." the relief in his Mate's voice was clear.

"Stand back, Sev." Blasting the door open barely took anything out of him as he swept into the dingy cell and held Sev's hand as they came out again. They were greeted with the sight of a simpering pink blob.

-PoV-

Severus stared with malice as he saw the one person that would push Harry over the fine line he was already walking.

"Harry, darling, you can't just waltz in here and release that Death Eater who has you enchanted."

"What did you say?" to most it sounded almost pleasant. It made Severus's spine chill as Harry brought out what he termed the 'Lockhart' smile. "Something about my Sev being a Death Eater who... enchanted me?"

"Yes. Don't act coy! You simply mustn't be seen with him. Telling lies was never your strong suit, deary." Harry stiffened under his touch as she mentioned lies.

"So now, not only am I incapable of making my own decisions regarding my Mate and I, I'm a liar too? The last person to irk me this much ended up dead as you recall. Oh, right, that was Voldemort. Get out of my way." The Aurors the toad had brought with her paled instantly as they realized Harry was not in the mood to be bothered. Every few seconds brought a shake to Azkaban's stone foundation and thunder continuously roiled in the sky above them in dark clouds.

"Yessir!" The Aurors snapped a salute at Harry while Umbridge stood there like a monumental fool. "Madame Secretary... I'd do what he says."

"No! You insolent, foolish, boy! You're ruining everything! I was meant to take the power you stole from my Fudgie-poo!" Harry turned back to him with a bemused look before brushing past her, leaving a trail of asphodel flowers in his wake. The lead Auror, a neutral named Firsworn, gasped and swore softly. Umbridge finally noticed the vines that were creeping up her legs and she shrieked, struggling violently as Harry outright laughed. "Get me out of this!"

"Devil's Snare. Figure it out, toad." Severus was impressed that his Mate had conjured such a complex plant. "By the way, Sev, I hate you in prison robes." With a flick of the holly wand his regular clothing was back upon his person whole and unshredded. Harry shyly took his hand as they exited the prison. Severus purred as he pinned Harry to the wall and kissed him senseless. "Damn... that was... good." Half-lidded bright green looked up at him before Harry broke, crying into his shoulder. "Don't... Don't leave me..."

"Shh, I'm not going anywhere, my Harry. Slytherin promise." The leader of the Auror squad watched as Harry fell apart in his arms, silence in the misty clearing before the horrid place. "Hermione and Mrs. Weasley would kill me if you arrive for dinner looking like that."

"Sorr-hic!-Sorry..." Beautiful watery green eyes looked up and Severus swore to himself that look would never again grace his Mate's face.

"No, Ri'atsar. She upset you. It is her fault."

"Vanquisher." Severus growled sharply at the Auror. "She's twisted and we think a bit on the loony side. This is her new home as far as I'm concerned."

"Hate that name, Sev."

"I know, Ri'atsar, I know."

"What's Ri'atsar mean?"

"Beloved." Severus was brutally honest. Harry needed that grounding like nobody else.

"I like it."

"Hmm, I do as well."

Rita Skeeter was waiting outside of the school gates.

"Mr. Snape-"

"Shut up. You have had your fun. Animagus Reverso Revealo! Let's see what Kings has to say about you now?" he murmured as he floated the jar labeled with her name behind him. Harry had fallen asleep shortly after his breakdown and Severus carried him with the utmost care.

"Severus? Is he alright? Can I-" Poppy came bustling into the Infirmary, her starched outfit causing him to wince a little.

"Hush, woman. All he needs is a few moments of peace and no fussing. He had a small breakdown at... Azkaban. Minor Privacy Wards, if you will?" He placed Harry on the warm sheets that were scented like his Harry smelled; heather, cool winter air and grass laced with lime after-hints. Wriggling under the sheets after taking off his boots and cloak, he sighed as he wrapped Harry in his arms and slipped into a deep rest...

A tinkling sound awoke him. He growled lowly as he remembered Rita Skeeter. It was her damn 'expose' that had started all of that ridiculous drama... Time to deal with her properly, through the highest channel available to him. The stag Patronus matched Harry's but Severus was beyond caring at this point. "Kingsley Shacklebolt. I have a little reporter whose name happens to be beetle. Come to Hogwarts Infirmary. I am unharmed but Harry needs to rest." He sent it off with a lazy flick and stared intently at the skittering beetle. "I found myself almost placing you in the same area as James Potter before I realized how much worse you are to my Harry. Yes, Skeeter, my Harry as I am his. Your source was clearly not informed. Perhaps, if you still had the ability to hold a quill or even write, we would have granted you an exclusive. Tsk, tsk, quite the Slytherin thing to do, Ravenclaw. You'll be shunned now." Kingsley showed up within fifteen minutes, a stern frown on his face as he took a look at the jar.

"Severus, is this who I think it is?"

"Indeed."

"The rumors that Harry hates being called the Vanquisher and stuck Umbridge in Devil's Snare also true?"

"Your Auror leader was very... accurate." he admitted quietly, stroking the hair away from Harry's forehead, pressing a gentle kiss to the faded scar. "Muffalio." He cast it on the jar as well as several silent spells to distort and disrupt their words to everyone but Harry. "He has never been very fond of the spotlight. You know this and those closest to him are aware of this little fact. I will have to use the Kith'kur Magyks. It is the only way the Kneazel Clan will recognize our kits."

"Severus, you and I, we've known each other for a long time. Quit the shit and give it to me straight."

"Harry is my Mate, Kings. I adore him already and love is not far behind at this rate. Harry cannot go through another storm like that. It is dangerous to Wizarding Britain when he gets like that. He's a High Magus." Kingsley choked momentarily on his next breath at the information. "The Dark Lord was merely an Adempt for all the supposed power he had. Harry's been boosting the Healers of those who matter most to him."

"Severus, you do realize that you'll never be left alone?"

"I am... aware of my Harry's adoring public. He will have as normal a life as we can manage. Never again will he be this distraught." He purred softly when Harry made a small noise of dismay. His Mate snuggled further into their embrace, sighing as he flicked his tail around Harry's waist and increased the volume of his purr. "Thank you."

"She'll be keeping Umbridge company."

-PoV-

Harry sighed as he snuggled further into the warmth surrounding him.

"Ri'atsar?"

"Noooo... 'M not awake." he protested, squashing his face further into Severus's collarbone.

"Ms. Granger has thoughtfully brought us breakfast."

"Mmm-mmm." The scent of fresh bacon caused his stomach to growl like a hungry Sphinx.

"It sounds as though your stomach disagrees with your assessment, my Harry." He huffed softly but allowed Severus to pull him into a sitting position the bacon within touching distance. Without a thought, he snagged a piece and held it over his shoulder before eating one himself while raising an eyebrow at Hermione's giggling. "Ms. Granger-"

"Hermione. Ron proposed this morning and I'll be another Mrs. Weasley." His Mate hummed at that, feeding him bacon and slivers of scrambled eggs as they sat on the comfy Infirmary bed.

"I offer my congratulations."

"Bloody took him long enough..." Harry muttered as he leaned into Severus's addicting warmth. "He caught on at about the end of our hunt for Tommy's Horcruxes."

"Tommy?" the curiosity was one he could indulge in as they sat after breakfast had been cleared away.

"Oh, yeah. Voldemort had a name he wasn't too proud of; Tom Marvalo Riddle." he muttered absent-mindedly, playing with Severus's tail and petting the soft fur. "I like it. But we're naming our kids something unique. Fenrir sounds like a good first choice for a boy..." He felt rather than heard Severus gasp, followed by an embrace that squished him a bit more than he'd expected. "Eek! Need air!" His Mate rumbled out a deep purr, the embrace tightening but not loosened enough for him to wriggle out.

"You want cubs?"

"As many as I can have, Sev, but spaced out by at least a year. I can imagine a little boy with your hair... Maybe grey eyes."

"My Mum had grey eyes." the admission was quiet, though pleased.

"Good. Sev, did you think I'd not want any?"

"With me? No."

"Why not?"

"... I'm not what most would consider traditionally handsome." Harry rolled his eyes and pressed all the way against his dominant Mate.

"I broke you out of Azkaban. I think I know what I'm getting into, you know." he stated with firmness, happy to stay right where he was for a long time.

"You two are just adorable. Maybe Luna could get an interview for you?" He'd forgotten about the Quibbler after the incident at the Lovegood house and snorted softly.

"If Xeno will tolerate Sev and I, sure, why not? But make sure Luna's there."

They were ensconced into a squashy armchair, Severus not letting him go after he heard their story of going there for help. Xenophilius had apologized profusely for several minutes before Sev had cut him off with the famous Snape glare.

"Now, what is it you want me to write, young Harry?"

"First I'm a fully-trained Wizard. I can handle myself without anyone assuming I've been 'enchanted' by Sev. I can break the Imperious, so why not any other form of persuasion that isn't legal?" The man was writing furiously and Luna nodded a time or two before taking the paper. "Second, Severus is my Mate and I will not tolerate any badmouthing in front of or behind me. We're bound together by something not everyone is touched by; destiny. He's been nothing but considerate of my feelings. Severus understands that I have an... What did you call it, Sev?"

"An over-eager crowd of sheeple who care not for their own lives but for the life of their Vanquisher, Saviour, Chosen One... Whatever the label they may choose it does not take an idiot to see that Harry hates the spotlight and physically avoids it if at all possible. All he wants is to be normal, to be treated like any other Wizard."

"Do you love Harry?" Luna was often more perceptive than half of the Wizards and Witches Harry knew, but he didn't expect her to ask that of Severus.

"As a person or as a way up in society?" Sev countered smoothly.

"Nicely phrased, Mr. Snape. Will you answer it?"

"Yes."

"Just a yes?"

"Harry is a private person and I will divulge no more than he asks of me." Harry stood up, turned around and straddled Severus's lap.

"Sev... That's the sweetest thing someone's ever done for me."

"You deserve nothing but the best, my Ri'atsar." That caused a blush to grace Harry's cheeks as he touched foreheads with his Mate.

Harry munched on a piece of toast as he walked the hallways of Hogwarts, the triangle dangling from its tip as he dug through his satchel right before the Great Hall doors. Hermione tugged on his toast and he growled playfully at her.

"You look so silly like that."

"Mate, never thought I'd see the hero of the Wizarding World doing something so normal." Dean sniggered as he found the piece of parchment he was looking for. He made a small noise of triumph behind his buttered toast, tapping the Marauder's Map and incanting the spell wordlessly. He wanted to see where Severus was this morning. A warm chuckle from behind him had him bumping into his Mate's chest.

"Hermione was right but I would say you look adorable like that. Finish and I'll feed you bacon."

Pulling out the toast he sighed, "Bacon or toast? Hmm... Toast first." He absently ate the rest of it as he meandered to his seat at Gryffindor table, hand firmly ensconced in Severus's. The Great Hall was waiting for the delivery of the Daily Prophet and Harry ignored the fluttering as thousands of owls dropped mail in front of him. He burnt the bright red Howlers with a casual wave of his hand. The others were oh-so-casually gathered by his dorm-mates and opened without preamble.

"Wow! Hey, some Witch says that she supports you two." Dean put that one in the okay pile. "Already checked it for everything."

"You should hire an agency for this." Severus sighed, obviously annoyed by the amount of mail.

"Dumbledore did; they stopped after he died. Hermione hired them again, but they've not quite gotten to it yet."

"Hmph." The delivery for the Quibbler was much quieter and the students began to stare at them in open-mouthed astonishment. "I see Luna was rather blunt."

"She can-Hey. I told her no pictures..."

"I like this one. I'll have to ask for a copy of the original."

"Prat." he muttered. A blush stained his cheek at the rather intimate photo of just the two of them with their foreheads meeting in the Lovegood's squashy armchair.

"Mmm, but I'm yours."

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