A/N: Okay, so I do listen to all of my reviewers, anons included. Again-Oh, who am I kidding? You all continue to surprise me with the oddest of requests. Thought I was done with this one too; should I expect another chapter for Of Innocence and Black Feathers? Hell, I really should stop assuming that because you all review it doesn't mean the anons and stalkers (yes, those who read and don't review) want the same thing. Ignores the deaths in CoS (Basilisk), OotP and DH (the good guys). Go check out my crossover of Sherlock and HP! Please? Hit the obnoxious review button while you're at it too.

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...-

"Scram brats. Find somewhere else to snog." He snarked as he pushed up onto his elbows, watching them as they fled with bright red cheeks.

"So mean."

"It helps to retain my reputation as the meanest teacher at Hogwarts."

"Where, exactly?" Harry lazily asked, shifting so that he was listening to Severus's heartbeat.

"Oh, everywhere. Former students still get out of the way..." He laughed quietly wrapping his arms around Harry as he snuggled close.

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Harry woke to immense pain in his upper back. He rolled over and proceeded to heave up what little there was of his dinner from the day previous. This was on top of the nausea (which he'd been feeling for a few weeks), aches and full out pain from his shoulders. Grabbing some inter-Hogwarts Floo powder, he threw it into the flames and croaked out the resident Mediwitch's name, "Poppy!"

"My goodness, Potter, what happened to you?"

"I... Urgh... really don't know. It's been... on and off... for a few... weeks? Never been... this bad... though." he panted out before placing his forehead onto the cool flagstones before the fireplace.

"I'll be right there." That was the last thing he heard before sweet, blessed darkness overcame him.

Something rustling under him made him give up on sleeping. The sound increased as he sat up and realized, with a start, that the sound is coming from him.

"What the bloody hell?" he murmured, cracking open one eye to take in his surroundings. This is also the moment he notices that he can see clearly without his glasses. "Oh, Merlin. What happened?"

"Inheritance, Mr. Potter." Minerva's crisp voice made him grin roguishly.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." he managed softly, humming as fingers carded through his hair.

"Well. It looks like you are a submissive Siren. The coloring of your wings indicates you have a Mate in close vicinity to you." Harry wanted to see said wings when they popped up in front of his face, the color a startling shade of green. "They only match your eyes when you've met your Mate or have had previous contact with them." Harry frowned at his wings.

"That's not the color of my eyes."

"Yes, it is." the new voice is one he knows very intimately.

"Severus? I... I don't understand."

"You're a Siren, Harry. Submissive Sirens always keep out their wings. Look at it this way; you can fly without a broom." A strong flap showed that he did realize that. Harry turned to face his... What was Severus to him? A friend, a confidant-No, he was his (as cliché as it sounded) boyfriend. It seemed like his other half liked Severus just as much as he did.

"Wait, how do you know this?" Severus gave him a wry grin, shedding the heavy black over-robes and the crisp white shirt quickly. Harry gave a low appreciative purr at the lean muscles revealed.

"Pay attention." Severus closed his eyes and black wings burst from in-between his broad shoulders. "I am a dominant Siren. Dominant Siren retain the color of their hair in their wings and gain feathers of their Mate's eyes after meeting them." Harry was shocked to find feathers in the same brilliant green as his own wings in Severus's.

"Did you know we were Mates when you asked to date me?" the words tumble out before he can take them back.

"Yes." If nothing else, Severus is honest with him and be smiles. "Does this mean you're not angry with me?"

"Yeah. You're still a jerk though. Just a little." he teases as he moves to stand up.

-PoV-

Severus keeps his wings out and Harry does the same, both of them assured by the alternating colors in their feathers. The student population is amazed to say the least. Black is surprisingly alright with them being Mates and Lupin just smiles mysteriously.

"Remy knew when you saved me from Nott."

"And Black?" he murmurs, carding an absent hand through Harry's typically ungroomed wings. "You should groom your wings more often. It's a bit like broom-care; necessary if you want to fly."

"Huh. Poppy said to keep them groomed but not why."

The wings are pushed insistently into his hands and he chuckles dryly, "Now you are aware. Would you like me to groom them for you? They can be sensitive if someone else does them wrong."

"Hmm, yeah. Ohhhhhh... Nngh. That feels good." Harry purred, sinking into his lap as his fanned fingers spread the oils with ease.

"Severus-Oh. I'll come back if this isn't a good time."

"Mmm-mmm. Just wing grooming." Harry said with his signature I'm-happy-and-I-want-you-to-know-it grin. "Sev's been after me for weeks now to disperse the oils."

"Ah. Yes, much the same as cat fur, I should think so. There are detentions and the staff vote-"

"Is that Harry and I should take the duty. I know that I am not the most kind of teachers but give me a little credit..." he huffs as he finishes up the last primary feather.

"Actually, it's so that Harry doesn't let them all go because of puppy-eyes."

"Hey-Okay, I might. But that doesn't mean I need a babysitter." his submissive protested.

It turned out that those in detention knew of Harry's little habit.

"So, who's baby-sitting us tonight?"

"I am you insufferable brats." he smirked as they all squeaked like mice, fleeing before him and back to their cleaning positions.

"Professor, what's with the wings?"

"What wings?" Severus asked with poison lacing his words. "You must be seeing things."

"Umm, but Professor Potter has them too."

"Then ask him."

"He just sighs and stares off into space when we ask. It's not fair..."

"Then it is obviously none of your business." he drawled, the familiar sneer gracing his lips. "Get back to the floor."

"Why do we have to clean the Muggle way?" one of the Purebloods complained.

"It teaches a valuable lesson." Harry's voice was cool, eyes alight with tempered justice. "Humility. Not all things can be done with magic, nor solve all of your problems. Patience is another." The teen's eyes widened at Harry's tone and stance.

"Yessir."

"Any more questions?" Severus leaned back in his chair and watched as the students focused on the floor stains. "Merlin, I hate getting like that." His Mate sighed, plopping onto his knee with an artless grace.

He tugged Harry into his lap with little effort as he crooned softly, "Mmm, I know that you do, but you're damn good at it."

"Yeah. Getting up in front of Voldemort and not having any presence of your own turns you into a cynic pretty quick. So I had to make my personality the opposite of his. Eternal optimism and all that rot." came the disgruntled reply.

"Ah. That makes me what exactly? Evans, don't even think about it. Ferguson, eyes on your cauldron not on Professor Potter." he sneered at the students who were straying from their cleaning duties.

"A man of great bravery."

"Which makes you the hero of this little tale, does it not?" he countered lightly, a smile briefly gracing his lips.

"Nah. You are, Sev."

"Sev?" He rose an eyebrow at the nickname. "Harry, I have enough of a problem getting the rest of the staff to use my proper name."

"We're Mates." Harry whispers after he flicks his wand over them several times meaning that, though their conversation was private, they could still hear the students. "I'd like to give you a pet name."

"Your Mother used that particular endearment for me." he informed Harry dryly.

"She was onto something then. You need to relax a bit more." Harry shot back lazily, green eyes lazily watching the students pack up the cleaning materials. "We have to dismiss them." The Wards were waved away (Severus was still in awe of the power Harry commanded on a daily basis) with ease as he dismissed all of the students with a blanket signature. "Oh, just so you know, the ink and signature is not transferable to anything but that detention slip."

"Devious little Slythendor." he whispers in Harry's ear, wrapping his wings around his smaller Mate.

The next morning the Great Hall was in an uproar.

"Those Creatures cannot teach at Hogwarts! They are dangerous and therefore unfit to be around the next generation of Wizards and Witches!" Severus narrowed his eyes and glided forward to loom over the Witch he hated more than the Dark Lord and James Potter combined.

"Is that so, Umbridge?" he drawled, deliberately excluding his power from his voice.

"That is exactly why. He tried to ensnare me with the use of his powers. What is to say that he won't do the same to the children that-"

"Madame Umbridge. You cross a line when you say my Mate is a pedophile." Harry's voice is flat, the monotone sending shivers down his wings. The normally flat emerald wings are hiked up and Harry's face looks as if it's carved from stone. "Such unjust accusations. Where is your proof?" The logical argument stumps the woman for a moment.

"He stood over me!"

"Severus is nearly two meters. Of course he stands above most of the staff." Minerva sniffed, her arms crossed and her expression unmoving.

"I have student accounts that he was trying to seduce them." There is triumph in the piggy eyes and Severus rumbles as he sees the lust in her eyes as they land on Harry.

"Would these students please step forward? We take this matter seriously at Hogwarts." No students stepped forward. "If you do not step forward, the Professor who committed these crimes will not go to Azkaban." The student body gasped before half of the Gryffindor seventh years stepped forward. "Which Professor did those horrendous things to you?" All of the fingers pointed to the pink-clad Witch. Severus stepped aside and none of the fingers followed him. He crossed his arms as Hogwarts herself appeared. The slate silver hair flashed in the sunlight as her bright blue eyes swept the Hall; the Hogwarts standard gleaming from her breastplate. A black cloak fluttered noislessly behind the tall, graceful being.

DELORES UMBRIDGE OF HOUSE UMBRIDGE, YOU ARE HEREBY BANISHED FROM MY GROUNDS AND THOSE BELONGING TO THE MAGICAL COMMUNITY. I STRIP YOU OF YOUR RIGHT, MAGIK AT HER MOST POTENT, AND OF YOUR IDENTITY AS A WITCH. LEAVE US. Hogwarts had a hell of a temper when she was riled up. AS AN ADDED BOON YOU SHALL BE BARREN. Ouch. That one had to hurt. SEVERUS, HADRIAN. The entire Hall stood still. He stiffened as she gently brushed her fingers over his wings. MY HEROES. She snapped her fingers and they were in the Room of Requirements. "My apologies, my children. I wish to speak with you."

Ending A/N: Hee, I wonder what she wants to talk about? Lessee, six Folklore chapters and a request story to go... I have a few prompts from Nightshade sydneylover 150, so no need to worry if there's a shortage of suggestions. Not that I don't like them; go ahead and send them. I'm just really busy trying to wrangle my Muses into place. Korean pop music is good at gathering them into one place but not what I want to work on. It generates random poetry instead. :) Goodness, my stories have communities that follow them... I should probably update Lir'ar'adia then, since that one also has a community watching it. This is slightly insane. *laughs nervously* Do I live up to the expectations of these fans? As always, folks, review! Send your requests via PM or review!