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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.

Chapter List
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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
~~~ MAROONED ~~~
A furious Levicorpussed Alf landed beside Draco on the quay, he was still immobilised.
“Berwyn, take his boat and secure it safely, please.”
“Yes Harry.”
“Not content in kidnapping me, now you’re stealing my home as well,” Alf growled.
Harry looked sternly at Alf: “I am not here to steal your home or to kidnap you. I want to see you alive and well after the storm has finished. If I release you, will you listen to what we propose?”
“I don’t have any choice, do I?”
Harry lifted the binding hex: “No you don’t. We have an alternative to offer you; one that neither puts your life or your home in peril. However, we’d prefer it if you came with us voluntarily.”
“Where do you want to take me?”
“To Guéthary, that’s where you were going, weren’t you? We can be there in a few minutes, but we’ll need your solemn oath that you’ll not reveal the process to anyone.”
“I’m not riding a broomstick, if that’s what you think. Granny did that once and fell off her sister’s broomstick into the water. One of the mermaids brought her home and she was afraid even to sweep up for months afterwards.”
“No, it’ll be much quicker than that. Besides, it would be dangerous with the storm soon to be upon us. We’d be buffeted all over the Atlantic; just as you would have been if we’d let you take your boat out.”
Alf Grimaced: “So … Ferry to Penzance, train to Paddington, Eurostar to Paris and thence to Guéthary, changing at Bordeaux.”
“That would be a possibility but we’d need to book in advance. But that’s not it.” Harry sensed that Alf was becoming intrigued.
“Don’t tell me you’ve got a helicopter.”
“Good guess, but not correct – quicker than that.”
“Impossible.”
“I’ll bet you it isn’t. Quarter of an hour at the most.”
“Pschaw, you’re having me on, just to give those cousins of mine time to hide my home.”
“Trust me?”
“Not much chance not to, you’d only tie me up again.”
“Fine … Put this amulet round you neck please.” Harry silently performed the charm: “Make sure it touches your skin.”
Alf carefully tucked the amulet away.
“What time does your watch say?”
“Ten past twelve, Draco.”
“Very well … Now follow us.”
Harry took Alf by the hand and opened the McLaggen portal – Burrow – WWW – Number Twelve – Chateau – L’Isle Gétorac – La Maison – Draco closed the portal.
Harry let go of the squib’s hand: “Care to look out of that window and tell me where you are, Alf?”
“It can’t be – but it looks like it – Oh, there’s Gaston’s boat laid up – Mercy me – And it’s only just turning twenty-past.” Alf chuckled: “Okay you win. Sorry I disbelieved you. Can we go back, Gaston’s present is on my boat and I’d better have some changes of clothing. I promise I won’t do anything foolish.”
“Is it a special occasion then?”
“In two days’ time Gaston’s eighty. Oh blast, we were going to use my boat to host the party. That’s why I wanted to get away on time. His place is too small.”
“No problem, use this house instead.”
“Where’s that?”
“Some locals call it ‘la tour de verre’.”
“That’s where Gaston’s landlord lives; not that we see them. Gaston pays his rent to the agent, Monsieur Nigèrre.”
Pop: “You called Masters? oh … I seem to have made a faux pas.”
“Not to worry Nigèrre, this is Alf, a friend of ours.”
“Is that Monsieur Nigèrre – It doesn’t look like him.”
“He’s really an elf; haven’t you met the ones at Laggen Lodge.”
“You mean those little fellows that look after the vegetables.”
“Yes … Nigèrre would you transform for us please.”
Nigèrre transformed.
Alf looked astounded: “How do you do that?”
“It’s a form of glamour, Master.” Nigèrre went back to his normal form: “This is the proper me. I take it you’re new to the magical realm.”
“Sort of … I’m the son of a squib and can see the merfolk. Harry and Draco wrapped me up and levitated me; that was sort of scary, but a bit thrilling too. Then we came through those magical doors to get here. Oh … and I have this talisman thing that they gave me. So I’m still getting used to things.
“I take it, Nigèrre that you’ve met Alf before.”
“Yes Master, one of your tenants is his close friend.”
“Would that be Gaston the Gascon?”
“Bien sur! His family has lived in their cottage since the Hundred Years War.”
“We propose that Alf uses here to host Gaston’s eightieth birthday party in two days’ time. It would have been dangerous to bring a boat over; Neptune says there’s a big storm brewing.”
“Can I tell the locals, so they can pull their boats up further?”
“Of course … Better not mention Neptune though.”
“Err … Gaston has a reputation for being weather-wise. It’d be better coming from him, don’t y’ think?”
“Good idea Alf, how about you go and fetch him, then you can plan the party with him and Nigèrre. If you think it wise; you can explain how you got here, after all, he can see the merfolk, can’t he.”
“He’s another son of a squib, like me.”
“Which family?”
“Not sure.”
“Delacour family, Masters.”
“That’s neat, we know them. If he wanted to visit them they’re connected into the system. We’ll make him a talisman like yours, Alf, if he would like that. It could be an eightieth birthday present from us.”
“Does that mean he can visit the Scillies?”
“Once he has his talisman, you can hand him through just as we did with you.”
“Thank you, I’ll go and ask him.”
Nigèrre escorted Alf to the door and then returned, explaining: “Gaston is the last in a long line of your family’s retainers, Master Draco. One of his forbears was with yours in that final battle of 1453. Would you mind if we helped him out sometimes, he’s getting a bit doddery and forgetful. I’m not sure he’s eating properly either.”
“We don’t mind, Nigèrre you go ahead.”
Nigèrre giggled: “Good, we were looking after him unofficially anyway.”
“What rent does he pay?”
“One franc per month, that’s just over one euro per year. No one has bothered to tell me to alter it; his war pension isn’t that big so I didn’t ask for more. Should I have?”
“Keep it as it is, I suspect he gets more assistance from us than that.”
“Much more, it comes out of the trading profits that feed us. We’ve repainted the cottage and repaired the roof too, all covered out of the other fund.”
“That explains a couple of entries in the accounts which I was going to ask you about; there’s no need now, well done.”
“Thank you Master. Are you happy that I make a subvention for the party too?”
“Of course – give him a party he’ll remember. Tell Alf and Gaston that we’ve gone to find some lost seafarers, will you? Alf will tell you the story.”
~~~ RESCUE ~~~
The Blakes ported back to Laggen Lodge and boarded the Sirius, which Seamus and Dean had prepared. First stop was to put off the two McLaggens, so they could drive the ‘lost’ motor boat back to its base.
The minor island where the four louts had been marooned was not near any regular shipping lanes so they were very pleased to see the Sirius when it passed close by. They had managed to light a fire, and to draw attention to their plight piled seaweed on it to create a pall of smoke. They jumped up and down yelling when the Sirius appeared not to have noticed them. It was, of course, a ruse on D&H’s part.
As they drew near the magely crew plastered surprised expressions on their faces.
“What are you doing on that Island?” Dean asked, from his position by the tiller: “Aren’t you the four people who made rude suggestions about our attire and about my parentage?”
“Oh bloody hell!” one of them groaned.
“Look mate … Erm … We’re sorry about calling you bad names … Erm … It was the beer talking … Erm … We’re sober now … Erm … please will you help us get of this God-forsaken place … Erm … we seem to have lost our boat, too.”
“You seem to have lost your clothes as well. How did that happen?” Dean kept the boat away from the shore.
“We had to swim for our lives, there were sharks trying to eat us. So we confused them by getting them to chase our clothes.”
“Sharks are usually more intelligent than that and bite you, clothes and all. Perhaps it was dolphins; they’re known to be mischievous.”
“See … I told you them was dolphins,” one of the others said: “Hey mister, are you going to rescue us or not. We don’t fancy swimming in case those big fish do something else to us.”
“Do something else to you?”
“Yes … They tried to get us entangled in the seaweed. I suppose so they could drown us and eat us. We ended up with the slimy stuff tied round our hands and our pricks.”
“That sounds more like the tricks an octopus plays.” Dean kept a straight face: “They like to nibble the soft bits first.”
“OOH!” The louts covered their pubes and cringed.
“Maybe that would have been poetic justice;” Seamus added grimly, scowling at the naked men.
“We promise we won’t try anything on, please, PLEASE!” pleaded another of the men.
“Does that go for all of you?”
“Yes mister, we’ll be as good as gold. Promise,” added the remaining one, whilst his mates nodded confirmation.
Harry appeared on deck holding a number of short pieces of rope: “Fine … Swim across one at a time and we’ll secure you. If you come all at once we’ll leave you. You, the bearded one, you come first.”
“What if the octopus is lying in wait?”
“We’re not risking the boat on the rocks just to save you lot. You’ll have to risk it, won’t you?”
The others practically pushed the bearded one in. Once immersed he shuddered and swam over rapidly, as his hand came up to catch the rail Harry slipped a loop over his wrist and Draco did the same to the other wrist.
“We don’t trust you, so you’ll be tied to a rail.”
“Okay, but you will save my mates, won’t you?”
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One by one the louts swam over and were tied to the forepeak rail by their wrists. In order to be comfortable they had to sit on the gunwale with their feet dangling over the side. There was no way they could hide their delicate bits or the fact that they were prisoners.
Once in the main shipping lane they passed more boats, whose crews stared at the four louts. One such boat ‘Lady Sybille’ was crewed by women.
“Ho, the Sirius.”
“Ho, the Lady Sybille, are you in trouble?”
“No … Those four persons tied up … Are they yours?”
“No, they’re castaways. Lost their boat and ended up marooned on a small island overnight. Why, do you recognise them?”
“Yes, they look like the drunks who tried to board us with rape on their minds. Are you taking them to the police?”
“Why, do you want to press charges?”
“Were they naked like that when you picked them up?”
“Yes, they lost their clothes escaping from an octopus, so they say.”
“An octopus? That seems a tall story.”
“Probably, but they say it tied their genitals up with seaweed.”
The tied toughs looked very embarrassed as the women scrutinised their privates.
“Did it now?” The captain pursed her lips in a very Minerva-style.
The bearded one looked cocky.
“Still fancy a go, me darlin?”
“What with you, you potbellied freak? No thank you, now if your captors were to make such a suggestion, we might be tempted to find out what was under those shells they’re wearing … Oh! Shells! … Now I understand,” She winked at Dean and then looked sternly at the prisoners: “You four were very lucky these sailors found you before the denizens of the deep did. They quite often start eating before you’re dead; starting on the soft bits first, so that by the time the get to the tougher bits you have less resistance. Then there are the giant skuas, they like eyes for starters and then try to peck out your tongues. We once picked up a wretch who had been marooned. He survived, but being blind and mute is no real life.” She looked at Dean again: “Honestly Captain, I don’t think this riff-raff are worth troubling the police about. Put ’em off at Sennen, the barefoot walk to Penzance will do them good. There may even be a few skuas around on the lookout for tasty bits too.”
“I’ll get my charts out, Captain, Sennen, did you say?”
“Yes that’s right, cheerio!”
“Thanks for the advice, Cheerio!”
The ladies sailed away in high good spirits.
“Err … Mate … What’s a skua?”
“See that big brown and grey bird chasing the gull, that’s an ordinary skua. Look closely and you’ll see it has ripping talons and a hooked beak. Now Giant skuas are much bigger and if you get too close to their nest they’ll attack. They're omnivores too, flesh or fish, all the same to them.”
“There are lots of Irish folk tales about the old days an thieves being pegged out naked on the cliffs if a chief caught them. Not a pleasant idea is it?” Seamus asked, laying on the brogue a bit; “It’s a good thing we’re civilised, at least yer’ll get the chance ter fight back or run and hide.”
“Ho, the Sirius.”
“Hi, Berwyn, what have you got?”
“That scurvy lot’s effects. The boatyard’s kept the deposit. The owner says the coastguards are looking for a crew of four in a motor boat who’ve been harassing other crews.” Berwyn winked at Harry, who was now at the tiller.
“We met the girls whom they were harassing. Their Captain said we should put them off at Sennen.”
“You’ll have to come back under lights, would you like one of us to come with you, we’ve done it before. The harbour’s a bit tricky too, what harbour there is.”
“Yes please.”
“Could we go back with Galvin, we’ve got a job on tomorrow and would rather not be too tired.”
“Fine … We can manage them.”
“Hey mate … Now we’ve got our clothes on board, can we cover up?”
“No, staying naked is part of your punishment. We’ll throw your stuff on land when we get to Sennen.”
It was well past dusk when they arrived; carefully coming alongside the stone jetty. The bundle of clothes went first and then one by one the naked louts were allowed to jump. It was a good thing it was a calm high tide. Neither Harry nor Draco liked the look of the surrounding rocks. Nevertheless, Berwyn piloted them deftly in, in that calm before the storm.
On the way back and standing off from the mainland they watched various fireworks as the land based muggles celebrated the New Year. Afterwards they stood watches throughout the night, eating below and sleeping on the bunks as necessary.
Towards morning there was no way anyone could sleep, the forerunners of the storm were tossing the boat about. However, before it became too rough they were within the shelter of the Scillies. Even then it was very choppy and they were pleased to reach the haven of Holm Bay without anyone being seasick. Draco admitted feeling queasy, but he followed the ancient nautical practice of being up on deck and facing the wind; so there were no mishaps.
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On the west side of the McLaggens’ Isle was a long high strip of rock with vegetation on its eastern side. Long Island acted as a storm barrier, even beyond that there were more rocks which broke the waves, they were the ones that gave the area is notoriety because of their jaggedness and tide races. The result was that, although the tempest raged outside, the inhabited island and its bay were in relative calm. It was not pleasant outside because of the rain and spray, but at least the boats were steady enough for the worn-out mariners to sleep soundly. There were provisions enough for two so D&H spent New Year’s Day snug inside their new boat’s cabin.
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“Tell me why you and Francis had your heads together at Sunday lunch, Harry?”
“He and Hermione have been researching my family tree. Being a member of the ‘Golden Three’ has opened all kinds of doors for her; ones that normal mages would never have access to; even your father in his glorious days. Francis, being the lawyer for He-who-lived-twice has been pulling rank too. So between them they have concocted a list of my antecedents. It reads rather like one of those Old Testament books, you know someone begat someone else who begat another person and so on. John has helped quite a bit, by gaining access to the old manorial roles. Now they have this list they are chasing down what they call ‘legal proofs’ and they’ve had some special luck finding some form of Celtic record that gives me definite title beyond the Draigdu who guarded the temple of Cerrunnos here. He’s very excited because they have tracked down some sort of ancient brass rubbing on velum. Not of a brass itself but marks on stones that have long weathered away. What drew their attention to these ancient skins were the Hallows mark on a few of them and then they found the circle and urn mark which represents a potter. Only this one is within a cartouche meaning that it is a personal name. Francis is calling in an expert and Hermione has permission to search the Untouchables library.”
“So what does it mean?”
“If what they think these vellums say is correct, they have legal proof of my ancestry to the three brothers. Francis says he knows of a property belonging to them which, by legend is situated somewhere near Lake Geneva. He has come across some sketches purporting to show where the property is and, of course the shape of the occlusion hiding it. Wouldn’t that be great, a Potter property to add to the Malfoy ones in France?”
“I shouldn’t get too excited, if I were you, it may come to nothing. Anyway do we really want another property?”
“If we continue to share them with the Dumbledorians, why not? We keep on adding new people to the roll so our society is growing.”
“Well … I s’pose you have a point there.”
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