Definitely one of my shorter chapters, but I had kept this away from you all long enough.

Wanted Dead or Alive

HP Yaoi

by:

Kiyoshi Michi

Do You Call My Name?

"Harry, just stay in bed."

"Severus, I can't. I have students to teach and plans to form."

The older man just rolled his eyes and pushed Harry's weak body back into the bed. There was something in Harry's eyes that made Severus question why the younger male was really sick. Had the boy been messing with things he should not be?

"Just stay here. As if I do not already have enough to worry about with your streak of half-thought through plans."

Harry smiled at him and Severus nearly cursed - he just admitted to worrying over the brat. With an exasperated sigh, Severus made sure the younger male was actually laying down before leaving to attend to his own classes. As soon as the door closed, a wicked smirk stretched Harry's lips and he jumped up, somehow fully dressed. It seemed his illness had even suddenly left.

"Time to get to work."

With that, Harry vanished into thin air.

Severus nearly threw the glass across the room, Lucius behind him feeling worry for his friend. Severus had been coming in to check on Harry when Lucius came in and they talked, both heading to the room at the same time. When they discovered Harry was gone, Lucius noticed Severus was having a silent breakdown. Harry had been ill, extremely so from what Lucius had seen.

"That fucking brat! I tell him to stay in bed and he fucking leaves! As if everything I said was some joke to him."

"Maybe the Headmistress will know something."

"You're right, Lucius. Stay here."

With that, Severus left the blonde to head to the Headmistress' office. As he got closer to the gargoyle, he noticed that area became colder with every step he took. He was practically shivering by time he got to the gargoyle and spoke the password, making his way up the stairs. He paused halfway up.

Was that Harry's laugh?

Practically running at this point, Severus barged through the door and stopped, Harry having turned to him.

"Oh... hi Sev."

"Harry, what the hell! I thought I s... what are you doing?"

"Taking control of Hogwarts! Start small, you know?"

"Where's Minerva?"

"Well, I explained to her what was happening and my ideas and she agreed with them so she's on vacation until I succeed in this. Right now, I have a Lich in control. Bound him to a body part of his then changed him to look like Minerva. She said I did a spectacular job."

Severus made a face - why did this sound so familiar? Then it hit him. "Harry, when did you start practicing necromancy?" The Lich would certainly explain the strange sense of cold. How did Harry plan to cover that up?

"After I learned shadow manipulation. And don't worry about the cold. I do know of a way to cover it completely and those who are told this is a Lich will be able to feel the cold of death.

"Also, I am sure you are wondering how do I expect to do anything with a Lich. Well, I will be able to talk through the body and start to slowly manipulate the children who will, in turn, start to talk to their parents about these ideas and most of them will come to the realization their children are correct, somehow, and come to think the same way. However, even if the parents do not agree, youth is the future. They will spread the ideals to their own children instead. And you thought me nothing more than an angsty teenager."

Harry smirked devilishly, sitting on the edge of the desk.

"What about when the parents who disagree realize what is going on and attack?"

"Severus, you forget who I am. I took down dear Voldie, spent time in an immortal realm, was trained by creatures including a Demon and a God. And let us not forget that I technically cannot die. An army against me would be... bothersome, but I am a force to be reckoned with."

Harry only continued to smirk as Severus sighed and made himself comfortable in the chair.

It took only a few days before Severus noticed a vast difference among the students. It was the middle of October and they were more serious as a group than he had ever seen before. They wore somber expressions and spent most of their meal times studying strange books as they ate. The Lich sat where Minerva used, pretending to shove food down its throat, and Harry was next to him, looking as happy as always though now, he still looked a little sick.

"Harry, are you still performing necromancy rituals? I thought you were finished after making the Lich."

"No, I am sending out different Lichs and Ghouls to gather information for me."

"You need to stop. It is no wonder you have become so ill. Even Masters of the art know when to stop and you seem not to have that bit of common sense."

"Severus, I will be fine. I just have a harder time purging the magic from my body left behind from the rituals."

The older man glared at the male before returning to eating. It was something known as Death Magic and could be, as the name implied, fatal. The name, however, first came from the fact it was a particular magic left behind after raising the dead but was soon discovered to not resettle in the grave as they originally thought but rather, it often contaminated the magic of the caster and caused them to become ill. Too much could kill someone.

"I do not agree with this method."

"Then it is probably a good thing I did not ask your opinion."

Severus felt his eyes narrow as he calmly set the fork back on the table and stood, leaving in an unhurried pace. He would not stomp and throw things like a child for he was not. However, he was a grown man who did not agree with something that was hurting a person close to him and was afraid if he stayed any longer, he would begin injuring people in his anger.

The Potions Master sat in his seat, taking the book from the top of the table and flipping it open to begin reading. He was in there for a grand total of five minutes before the door opened and closed almost silently. The dark eyes never looked up from the book as the space next to him on the couch dipped and a body leaned heavily against his side.

"You really care for me, huh?"

"Of course, you prat."

"Then I suppose I will tone it down some."

"That would be appreciated."

Harry smiled and leaned over to give Severus a quick peck on the lips, but said man reached out and instead, pulled him down so they were laying together. It was a few hours before they left and then, it was only to continue on the bed.

Lucius rolled his eyes and stared at the blood running down his arm. With hardly a thought, he brought said arm closer and took a lick of the blood, grimacing. It was bitter and tasted of toxins, or chemicals, of some nature. No one in this place had very sweet tasting blood. The blonde took a look around him.

Bodies were strewn everywhere. There were large, gaping holes in a number of them. However, this is what they got for taking his son for experimentation. Besides, Harry gave him the go ahead.

"F-Father?"

Lucius looked up quickly to see Draco peering through a cage at him. Those bastards. Draco's hair was practically completely stained red from all the blood. Though not grotesquely so, Draco was much thinner now than when he was taken. Lucius felt something primal surge through him and he ran at the bars, caving in most of them and knocking out enough that Draco could slip through.

The younger Malfoy was rather weak, so Lucius picked him up and snapped, nearly falling as he landed right in front of Harry in Severus' rooms.

"What the- Draco!"

There was a serious commotion from the other room before Sirius came bounding out, taking Draco from Lucius and checking him over, growling low in his throat. Lucius raised a brow and scratched at his cheek with a single finger, giving Harry a questioning look, though all he got as an answer was a smile.

"Draco has found his mate."

"Black?"

He looked down to his son who was giving him an almost terrified look, as if Lucius would send Sirius away. He may not like most of the Black family, but Sirius had been the black sheep. He could not be all that bad, right? Lucius gave Draco a reassuring smile, causing the younger to smile brightly and latch onto Sirius.

"I had no idea you liked my Godfather."

"I have a hatred of the Black family. However, Sirius was the black sheep of said family so... he can't be that bad, right? By the way, the entire research facility has been wiped out and I erased all records."

"Tres bien! But... oh, you're still covered in blood. I suppo-"

Harry was cut off as Lucius pulled him close by the front of his shirt and sealed his lips over the slightly smaller males, causing Severus to raise a brow. About damn time.

"Father... let's not do that right here."

Lucius pulled away and blinked a few times, causing Draco to laugh. He looked to Severus, who was only smirking and reading his book. What the hell? Severus should be pissed that he had just kissed Harry, right?

"Lucius, Harry made me agree to the idea of triad since he wanted us both. I thought you certainly took your sweet time before cracking. Do not make faces like that. It is very unbecoming and as you see, I have high-standards for my lovers."

Severus bolted upright in the bed, looking around frantically before calming down.

"The same dream?"

Dark eyes met sleepy green, though concern was certainly showing through the haze of fatigue. He nodded and the younger male leaned up to press a light kiss to his lips, pushing stray hair from his face. Severus really had no idea why or how, but Harry could always manage to calm him down after words, to the point he would not have a single nightmare for almost a week. He did enjoy it however.

"It will be alright. Nothing bad can really happen. And something tells me you are seeing only one outcome."

"... alright. By the way, where has Lucius disappeared to?"

"No idea. He grumbled about something and got up and did not come back."

At that moment, Lucius walked back in, an annoyed expression on his face.

"Never mind. Speak of the Devil and he shall come."

Harry got two blank stares for his effort, causing him to flop back down with an exaggerated sigh. Lucius slid back into the bed, made larger to accommodate the extra person. He really did look pissed for some reason, so Harry turned to kiss his forehead and cheek, giggling as the man actually calmed down.

"What's wrong?"

"Bloody morons in the Ministry, that's what!"

"Aww. Anything I can do to help?"

Harry missed the look Lucius sent Severus as he was resting his head on said blonde's chest. However, he soon figured out what was going to happen when Severus started to remove his shirt as Lucius pulled him into a near bruising kiss.

Upon Harry's death, which of the creatures should he be? (Pssst, he can be a mixture of two if you really want)

Vampire, Were-Wolf, Veela, Demon, or God.

Send me reviews with your choices... so yeah, serious spoiler alert.