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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or films. I do not make any money from the writing of this story, just enjoyment.

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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
~~~ FISHING ~~~
Leaving the breakwater behind, Harry, Mackenzie and Galvin headed back across the sound to the lodge. A midday lunch of fish and fresh picked salad had the three wizards sailing off to one of the many uninhabited small islands. Before setting off they miniaturised their broomsticks. On the way Harry learned that the early afternoon would normally be spent on the fishing lines; to be followed by kitchen gardening after tea time. All accomplished by magical means wherever possible.
“Horrty’s, Dean’s and Seamus’s practical courses at the farm really set us up," said Galvin: "Whereas before, Mum and Dad had to work really hard to eke out a living, now we can make a reasonable life style – not grand by any means – but quite comfortable. Enough that Mum can take a continental train holiday in a month’s time; she’s going with some other magical friends and it’s not cheap; something like a thousand galleons each.”
“That sounds a lot.”
“Yes it does, but then she’ll be able to visit all those places she’s heard about and never been able to afford. It’ll be quite luxurious, so we’re told. She’s really looking forward to it.”
“Mmm … sounds very interesting … tell me more.”
By the time Galvin had finished they were nearing the proximity of the venue. After checking they had everything in place, Galvin took over the tiller with Mackenzie and Harry hiding beneath the cloak of invisibility. A further ten minutes sailing had them approaching the rendezvous island. As they rounded the headland what appeared to be a fully rigged and fully manned Georgian man-o-war was anchored in the bay.
“I hope we don’t have to fight all those people,” remarked Mackenzie
“That can’t be right,” muttered Galvin: “There’s nowhere near enough draught for one of those in here. There’s less than a foot beneath our keel.”
“Can you approach slowly so I can do some tests?”
“The wind’s slightly against us, so if I tack they won’t think much of it.”
“Good idea.” Harry concentrated on diagnostic spells, Mackenzie on holding a shield and Galvin on the navigation.
They tacked tight into the bay and then turned; heading for the sailing ship.
“It’s an elaborate illusion I can sense only four mages there. I think there’s a motor launch hidden beneath it, but I daren’t probe too much in case they catch me doing it. I reckon you should beach our boat just on the other side of that rock. It’ll give it some protection in case they decide to get nasty. It’ll also shield us when we disembark; with two of us under the cloak something might show.”
“Right-ho; grip something; beach coming up.”
There was a grinding slithering noise and the boat jerked to a stop. A good thing they were behind the rock because Harry and Mackenzie fell over, revealing legs and trousers from underneath the cloak. Galvin used the impetus to leap on to the sand, hook in hand, and fix it above the high water mark, looking very much the born sailor. He made a show of checking the knots on both ends of the connecting painter, thus giving the hidden mages chance to sort themselves out. In doing so; he trampled back and forth over the sand and so hid the other two’s footmarks until they reached the short cropped grass. There he stood, pretending to be overawed by the sight of the ship.
“Ahoy there Matey, come hither.” A periwigged personage beckoned to Galvin.
“He’s the pretender I told you about,” whispered Galvin as he waved his hand in recognition: “I don’t think he knows I’m a wizard.”
“Is your wand at the ready?” Harry asked imperceptibly.
Galvin merely nodded his confirmation. By this time Harry had identified the satrap who was holding the elaborate glamour – he or she was sweating profusely. The other two persons were a guard and a naked prisoner, whom Harry presumed was Berwyn.
Galvin pretended to stumble and stopped, brushing off the dirt from his knees. Whilst doing so he asked quietly: “One each?”
Under the cloak Mackenzie nudged Harry and nodded indicating that he’d take the glamourer.
“You take the Admiral, Galvin … Three … Two … One …”
“INCARCEROUS! MOBILICORPUS!”
The man-o-war disappeared instantly and three satraps floated into the air.
“You weren’t supposed to do that,” periwig observed.
Harry caught a green flash out of the corner of his eye and hastily made a shield. Someone had been lurking inside the motor launch. The Avada glanced off the protector and hit a passing seagull. It squawked and fell out of the sky; plummeting down onto the launch. It caused enough commotion for the other person on the launch to lose his concentration. It gave Harry enough time to erect a proper shield. The two on the launch tried a few ineffective curses and hexes including one trying to set their boat on fire. Harry was glad that he had had the foresight to extend the cover on to their boat, just in case.
“It’s either my son or his accursed catamite up there. I know that spell-signature. Turn the launch round, we’re leaving.” Harry recognised Lucius’s voice.
“What about us?” came a plaintive cry from one of the floating ones.
“You failed to do the job properly, now you’ll receive your punishment,” was the callous reply as the launch picked up speed. Mackenzie took his broomstick out and re-sized it. Mounting, he shot off in pursuit.
Harry secured the three satraps whilst Galvin started to untie his naked brother from the stake. It had been thrust into the ground so he undid his neck bindings first and then his hands. The knots for Berwyn’s waist restraint were at the front so Galvin concentrated on them.
Berwyn shook his hands and then clasped them around his brother: “Why thank you, Darling brother, for rescuing me. Galvin looked up gasping in surprise as he received a big wet kiss on the lips. Berwyn then took the kiss all the way.
Harry saw what was happening and smiled. He looked at one of the captives and asked: “Fortislasciviens?” indicating brush strokes.
The captive grinned back and nodded.
Harry knew the compulsive nature of the hex and had no wish to be on the receiving end. He also knew the quickest way to end things was to let the ensorcelled one have his way. Despite having his feet tied, Berwyn was making headway with the struggling Galvin. The younger brother’s trousers were round his ankles and his undershorts elastic being stretched almost to breaking point.
“Harry! Can’t you do something?”
“Not really, I have to guard these three and make sure they don’t float away. Besides it’s the Fortislasciviens potion, the only cure is its completion.”
“What do you mean?” By this time Galvin was naked from the waist down and struggling with his brother over the removal of his shirt.
“It makes the recipient three times stronger than normal.”
“Yes I can feel that.”
“It stops when he’s got his rocks off with the chosen one.”
“What … Not with Berwyn … Please?” Berwyn was applying one hand to Galvin’s floppy penis in an attempt to make it hard.
“You said you’d fooled around with him before, so just relax and enjoy it; like you did last night.”
A maniacal smile lit up Berwyn’s features and the cords round his ankles gave way. As he bore his struggling brother to the ground Harry had the presence of mind to conjure up a mattress onto which the naked brothers fell. No matter how Galvin struggled Berwyn had a counter for it.
“Harry … Pl-e-e-e-ease?”
“Just relax he’ll only hurt you accidentally if you don’t. I’ll make well any abrasions. You’ll heal him that way and he’ll be normal again. Have you noticed that he hasn’t said anything yet, that’s part of the symptoms? Let him have you, don’t condemn him to a painful series of hang-ups – maybe even to be dumb for the rest of his life.”
“But we’ve never been that far yet …” Whatever Galvin was about to say was terminated because Berwyn had folded Galvin’s legs on to his chest and was about to penetrate his brother.
Harry aimed relaxing and lubricating charms at Galvin’s bottom, none too soon because Berwyn became embedded inside his brother half a minute later. Galvin looked as though he was about to scream, but then he smiled broadly.
“Do it like that again please Bro?” - - - “Yes-s-s-s … Oh Yes-s-s-s-s-s-s.”
Harry took it as his cue to tow the three captives away and encapsulate them ready for transporting to the Auror quarters. He was also worried about Mackenzie. However, by the time the prisoners were properly encapsulated and had been dispatched, said Auror had returned looking furious.
“All right; what happened?”
“By the time I was behind them they had a good start. Whoever was steering was bloody good. Problem was I had to maintain a shield. Lucy was firing all kinds of hexes at me. As you know a shield slows your flight down and divides your attention. They dodged into a narrow channel with scrubby trees overhanging and disappeared. I scouted round the place; it had four exits, one through a cave. Obviously I went to the wrong exit first. I eventually found the launch abandoned. No apparition traces so I suppose they did what we’re trained to do. Flew to another place and apparated from there. We’d need a squad up here to do a thorough search and by the time they arrive the trail will be cold. What have you done with the captives?”
“Encapsulated them and sent them off.”
“And the others?”
“Berwyn’s pubic area had been painted with Fortislasciviens and his brother went to untie him before checking.”
“Be fair, Harry. It’s a new mal-potion and not one that’s taught at Hogwarts; nor should it be.” Mackenzie smiled wickedly: “How are they getting on?”
“I put a mattress beneath them and made sure Galvin was relaxed and lubricated and left them to it. He seemed to be enjoying it when we left.”
“Yes I was,” a bowlegged and quivering Galvin came round the rock, supported by a smiling Berwyn whose cock had a ‘just-used’ look about it.
“I’m okay now, thanks for rescuing me. Will you teach us that lubrication spell, please; I think we might be using it again soon? They had me more than once each and not always with any oil and I owe my brother a session.”
“I want to learn how to make that lascivy-thing, then if I find another satrap I can use it.”
“Sorry, Galvin, much as I sympathize, it’s on the highly restricted list, being a potion very close to an imperious curse in the way it robs the victim of his or her willpower. Lubrico is the normal one; don’t you use it for oiling hinges and machinery?”
“Oh … Not thought of using it like that … well I never.” Both Galvin and Berwyn giggled and coloured up.
“Right let’s get moving,” Harry became all efficiency: “Mac, do you think you could pinpoint the abandoned launch, we ought to return it to its owners.”
“I thought you might so I dropped a tracer ball in it.”
“Well done, hey Brothers … How about we trail a couple of lines; see if we can add some fish to your stock?”
“Good idea Harry, will you take the tiller, please; our energy levels are a bit low.”
“I wonder why?”
Everyone chuckled, whilst Berwyn put a spare pair of shorts on.
Harry used his enhanced perceptions whilst steering the boat, giving the brothers a few thrills. He was developing this sense, learned from Nigèrre. The clear water surrounding the Scillies enabled him to project his magic beneath the boat. He was thus able to navigate through some very shallow and narrowly twisting channels.
They found the abandoned launch,
“There’s another reason they abandoned it, Harry. It’s run out of fuel.”
“Okay we’ll tow it and I’ll make extra allowances for its wallowing behind us. It’ll effect the steering too.”
“If it’s any help Harry, I’ll take its helm.”
“Yes please Berwyn, I take it you’ve done it before?”
“Yes – I’ll follow your stern slavishly.”
“That’s the tricky bit, isn’t it? It goes against our normal sense. I once had Ginny capsize because I didn’t understand. She was towing me back because a squall had struck and broken my mast. Once we examined it we found it had been strained earlier. I’m always extra particular about my masts now, especially when racing.”
“These aren’t built for racing, but you’re getting a good turn of speed out of them.”
“If I’ve time I’ll teach you the charms I use. With them you can actually see the currents of air and water and how they curve.”
“Yes please, however let’s get the tub hitched and be off.”
In the end Harry had Galvin steering the sailboat and learning the navigational charms. About half-way back Galvin and Berwyn swapped and Harry continued his teaching with the older brother. Mackenzie was quite content to mind the lines and tub the catch. Harry even showed the brothers some shoal recognition charms; thus making their catch almost the same as for a normal working afternoon.
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“Oh, Mr Potter, thank you for saving the boys,” was the greeting when they tied up. “I’ll have supper ready in about an hour, you will stay won’t you?”
Harry looked at Mackenzie who nodded: “Of course we will, and for the night if there’s a bed or two spare.”
“We’ve caught a couple of codling thanks to Harry’s navigating and shoal finding charms. They’ll make a good feast.”
“Right hand ’em over and I’ll show Harry a gutting charm as recompense.”
Harry screwed up his nose, looking slightly alarmed and everyone fell about laughing. Nevertheless, he was taught the charm. One that he’d seen Molly use but never got around to learning.
Wisteria was surprised at Harry’s culinary skills and, as they cooked, he told her of his enforced enslavement at Privet Drive and how, under Molly’s tuition, he had polished those skills at the Burrow and how, occasionally, Winky would let him help in her kitchen. In the end it was a combined effort, the two brothers were used to helping out and the couple of quarts of milk Wisteria had been paid for the physic spurred Mackenzie into producing a Scottish form of syllabub for the sweet. To say the least, they feasted well that night and then sat around a small wood burning brazier outside telling each other stories. Somehow the easy-going atmosphere enabled people to tell some of their embarrassing moments and laugh along with the others at the perceived absurdness of them. It must be said that Wisteria’s homemade sloe gin helped the atmosphere as well.
~~~ MORNING ~~~
There were no hangovers in the morning and when flooed, Kingsley suggested a day’s rest – in fact he almost insisted on it telling Harry that according to Astoria, Draco was spending another day plant hunting in the Hebrides, something that Harry had no real liking for. Mackenzie, following his boss’s diktat also took the day off. In fact, he was a bit of a fishing fanatic and the possibility of a day’s sea fishing was a great draw. Thus Mackenzie and Berwyn took the boat out for a day’s fishing.
Having some fuel in a tin, the captured launch was started and taken back, by Harry and Galvin, to the hirers. They were so pleased with its return in one piece that they gave Harry the use of one of their sailing boats for the day. Galvin also liked sailing and, with this superior boat available, was very happy to crew for Harry. In reality, they shared the helm and crewing equally.
Having tied up for lunch at the western end of Tresco they sat on the hotel’s terrace. The breeze was fresh and the scudding cotton-wool clouds enhanced the view whilst Harry and Galvin ate their lunch and supped their beers.
“Why didn’t you tell me about what my brother did to me,” Gavin chided gently.
“Didn’t you like it?”
“Oh yes! It was quite an experience, much better than a hand job.”
“Draco and I regard it as something special, reserved for just between us, if you see what I mean.”
“Mmm, yes I do. Berwyn promised me I can do it to him tonight.”
“Be careful and use that relaxing charm I showed you, it helps.”
“Mmm, I will, thanks. I think you’ve opened new vistas for us. Maybe we’ll just stick together instead of straying away from home. Not that we’ve done that really. I’m glad you came along; I feel more settled now.”
“Make sure Berwyn feels the same way; don’t force your feelings on him. He’ll feel rather delicate in that area just now. Don’t forget he was raped by those satraps and may need to sob in your arms. Let him tell you about it when he’s ready, don’t force the issue and try not to get all up-tight about what happened. Draco had all kinds of problems because of what his Father forced on him. We’ve settled most of them now, but we do have times where one or other of us needs to sob, or get angry, or whatever. Just holding each other seems to work for us.”
“Thanks – I’ll bear it in mind. C’mon we getting maudlin and I still have to show you a couple more white-water races.”
Harry and Mackenzie stayed another night.
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In the morning two bright eyed brothers came and kissed Harry on the cheek.
“Thanks, we had a great time last night,” was the purport of their messages.
Harry did wonder if the incest rules really applied to gay relationships, but came to no conclusion before he went home to Draco.
~~~ SCOTLAND ~~~
Draco really enjoyed his coffee that morning; it seemed to have just a little more flavour than usual. His breakfast was scrumptious; he put this down to the pure air that the Hebrides had in abundance. He was all bouncy and ready to leave by half-past six. Siobhan congratulated herself on just the right dose of the magic-depressant potion. Fawkes watched what was happening and, having overheard Siobhan lecture Rory last night, he realised that his charge would come to no real harm, and so allowed Draco to learn from his coming experience. Fawkes remembered times when Albus had acted in the same way and hoped Draco would have a soupçon more of self-knowledge after the event. Albus had stopped learning from his mistakes some time ago, hence the blackened arm.
They had to bale the boat out before boarding. Draco felt he was splashing more that was needed but put it down to his not being as proficient as Siobhan at that particular charm.
It took over an hour before they sighted Teinamoray.
“In ancient times it was probably the crater of a volcano, Draco,” Siobhan explained: “Somehow the Celtic monks managed to climb on to it and found in it a very fertile place, sheltered from the storms by high ramparts. The problem was that of access, as you can see, the cliffs are nearly two hundred feet high; the drop inside is almost the same. One of the monks noticed that the water was draining away, stripped and followed the stream through its underground course. They then hollowed out the softer rock to create an entrance passage, the opening of which only appears at low tide, and then only if you know where to look for it. They used to hide there when the Danes came raiding. I’ll land you there and then return in twelve hours’ time to collect you.”
Draco found that he understood Siobhan clearly; she didn’t appear to be talking in her obscure dialect. It registered as odd but he paid no heed, he was so excited at the prospect of exploring such a verdant island.
From the outside the island looked grim and forbidding. Its smooth basalt cliffs held very few niches for birds’ nests, never mind a human climber. Added to that, the island appeared to have an outer circlet of sharp rocks surrounding it. There was a foaming water fissure in this guard and it was for that that Siobhan steered. She watched the waves and when an extra-large one loomed she rode it through the narrow channel. It was definitely a Quidditch experience, and Draco held his breath as the boat shot through, jagged rocks inches from the boat’s gunwales on both sides. He felt quite dizzy after that experience.
The water inside the circlet was much calmer and he realised that some of the higher rocks had also hidden the cave mouth from prying eyes outside. Siobhan drifted the boat towards the opening where Draco saw a ledge just above the water line.
“Jump when I tell you.”
Draco was still dizzy but felt he could do as his hostess suggested. He stood on the cross boarding, poised.
The boat neared the ledge.
“Jump!”
And Draco did …
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